The table was not big or small, and there sat a square old Confucian and a few young scholars, the weather was hot but several people were talking and laughing.

There were not only tea but also melons and fruits on the table, and the two heads of the red watermelon were evenly cut a few times, which made Yuan Lai's mouth greedy.

At this time, the old Confucian was holding the piece of paper with "Title Shouyang Building" in his hand, brushing his beard with one hand, looking at it with relish, if he shook his head twice, it would be more perfect.

"The misty long Huai goes endlessly, and the pedestrians go up to Shouyang Tower alone. There is no need to sing a long song, the mountains and rivers are all old-fashioned. ”

"Yes, yes, the poem Chonghu is quite on the table. The old Confucian smiled.

The young man who fanned him on the side also complimented: "Liu Gongzi is talented, and their momentum for so long has overwhelmed them, this time it seems that he is going to die in Wuyi Lane, and the two families of Xie are going to collapse here, and this poetry competition has spread out, and I have another good story in Shencheng!"

The old Confucian seemed to have something to do with Liu Chonghu, but although this compliment was full of honor, he still waved his hand and said: "This is very early, Wang Xie and the two talents are unbeatable, even Chonghu is difficult to win." Besides, this poetry competition is really a small way, and if you want to talk about real knowledge, you have to look at the two upstairs Wang Fuzi and Mr. Xie. ”

Yuan Lai pouted secretly when he heard this, this old Confucian obviously smiled so much that the corners of his mouth were almost close to the root of his ears, and the wrinkles on his face were like chrysanthemums blooming in September, but he still pretended to be modest. But what did he say, Mr. Xie, it seems that he should be a real scholar?

"I have long heard of the names of Wang Xie and the two scholars, especially Wang Fuzi, who has thousands of books in his chest, and the sect master of the Northern Sect once said that if Wang Fuzi cultivates on the ground, I am afraid that it will be a thousand miles in a day, and there are few people in the spiritual realm who can match it!"

As soon as these words came out, the people around him nodded again and again, but Yuan Lai was confused, as if this knowledge and cultivation could also be related.

"Who is this?" Yuan Lai lowered his voice and pointed at the old Confucian student, pulling the corner of Yuan Li's clothes.

"He, he is the first gentleman of Liu Chonghu and Liu Gongzi, and I heard that he also has some talents. Yuan Li just nibbled off a piece of watermelon, wiped the corners of her mouth, and said.

It turned out to be a master and apprentice.

It's just that seeing this old Confucian student crammed into the pergola and not being able to get started, it is estimated that his knowledge is really limited, otherwise he will definitely be invited to talk about the past and the present.

Yuan Li's response was a little louder, although the old Confucian was old, his ears were very bright, and he frowned and was a little dissatisfied, but when he saw that it was just a small guy who was talking, he didn't plan to care, but now he noticed Yuan Lai who was sitting on the table at some point.

Seeing that this young man had a handsome face, a fair face, and a pair of faint eyebrows that were as good as smoke, the old Confucian couldn't help but feel a little mist in his heart.

Seeing that Yuan Lai should still be a student, he asked, "Which family are you?"

Yuan Lai was worried about how to respond, so he only heard Xiao Qiao's voice drifting over: "Sir, it's normal that you don't recognize him, but if I mention it, you will definitely know." ”

Xiao Qiao smiled and walked over with a folding fan, pointed at Yuan Lai, and said to everyone: "This is the stupid young master of the Yuan family." Three years ago, he was thrown to the mountains by his father to practice, but he was kicked back by other sects, sir, who did you want to ask him from? Haha, do you remember the five enlightenment gentlemen who taught him at the beginning?"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding scholars suddenly realized, and then stared at Yuan Lai with a look at rare things.

The old Confucian was stunned for a moment, then sighed, and when he looked at Yuan Lai again, his eyes had changed.

Yuan Lai's expression remained unchanged, but his pupils sank.

The matter of the five enlightenment gentlemen mentioned by Xiao Qiao can also be regarded as a legend of Shen Cheng. It is said that Yuan Lai was still young at that time, and Yuan Shoucheng spent a lot of money to invite the five most famous enlightenment gentlemen in Shencheng to teach, but even several gentlemen were helpless to the stupid and stupid Yuan Lai, and the biggest achievement of several months was just for Yuan Lai to learn to write his own name.

After that, even Yuan Shoucheng couldn't keep these five gentlemen no matter how much he tried to keep them.

It is said that after one of the gentlemen went home, he actually added another condition for himself to recruit protégés: If Yuan comes to the fool, he will not be allowed to enter!

This contributed to Yuan Lai's popularity for a long time, and it can be regarded as one of several incidents that were strongly insulting to him.

"It's him......"

"I heard a few days ago that he was sent home by a practitioner, and I don't know if it's true or not, but it seems that this thing is true. ”

"Cultivation, hehe, everyone, cultivation is about qualifications, and children with ordinary intelligence are not allowed to get started, let alone this fool?"

"I originally thought that Yuan Shoucheng wanted to throw him in the mountains to be a Taoist priest for the rest of his life, but I didn't expect to be sent back!

There was a lot of discussion for a while.

The old Confucian was still a little self-contained, coughed and stopped the rest of the people's discussions, and then glanced at Xiao Qiao with a little disgust.

"Alright, where's your brother?"

Xiao Qiao seemed to be familiar with this old Confucian student, he smiled, bowed down and said: "The eldest brother is tasting poems with his classmates over there, just now a few of us read the poems of the son of Chonghu, and we all admired it very much!

There are thousands of people in the world who wear them, but they don't wear them.

This high hat was sent over, and the old Confucian priest's blame disappeared.

"My eldest brother and I have just arrived, I don't know what the situation is inside at this time?"

"It's just five or five. The old Confucian said lightly.

Xiao Qiao was surprised when he heard it and said: "No, our Shencheng is as talented as a cloud, Liu Gongzi alone is enough to resist Wuyi Zhulang, and now there is a great bodhisattva who has arrived, is it not easy to defeat them?"

"Who is the Great Bodhisattva?" everyone wondered.

Xiao Qiao Le stretched out his hand and pointed at Yuan Lai and said: "This is it, when we came here before, our brother met Yuan Dacai and asked him what he had learned in the past three years, I didn't want Yuan Dacai to say that he had learned from the university! No, I heard that the students of Shouyang Building Shencheng here are playing against Wuyi Zhulang, so I came over and planned to show off my skills!"

"What?

"Yuan Dacai, hey, this Qiao Jiaerlang is getting more and more funny. ”

"Hehe, in these years, anyone dares to call themselves talents, and the world is getting worse and the people are not ancient. ”

"No wonder, I still think about how this Yuan fool came here to join in the fun, it turned out that he was actually here to kill the young talents of the Wang Xie family! haha!"

Xiao Qiao's words stirred up a thousand waves, and the already lively pergola was even more noisy.

The subordinate Yuan Liqi's face was pale, his fists were clenched tightly and endured and endured, he was really angry, but thinking of his identity, he couldn't say anything to these scholars, and after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand angrily and took the hand of his young master.

"Young Master, let's go back!"

But this drag, but there is no drag!

Yuan Li saw that the young master, who had been quiet at this time, still had the same face as usual, but his butt was sitting firmly on the chair as steady as Mount Tai, his expression was still indifferent, and even the smile on his face was more obvious.

This naturally provoked a burst of ridicule from everyone.

"Young Master......"

"Stay," Yuan Lai suddenly squeezed out a few words from the corner of his mouth: "Sit and watch the play." ”

Listening to these words that were as steady as a big stone, Yuan Li suddenly saw the young master's eyes pull away, he followed Yuan Lai's gaze, and saw a young man running out of the gate of Shouyang Building, holding a stack of papers in his hand.

And this time, there was no joy.

The young man who passed the book opened his mouth with a bad face and shouted, "Wuyi Zhulang's new poem has arrived!"

There was a sudden silence in the pergola, and people's eyes withdrew from Yuan Lai and looked ahead.

Note: The author of "Shouyang Building" is the poet Zhang Lei of the Song Dynasty.