"After you worship the Pure Yang Concept, I believe that with the Pure Yang View Yu Rui's divination ability, you have already calculated the cause and effect, before you go down the mountain this time, do you have any instructions from the elders of your sect?" Wang Lun looked serious when he asked this sentence, as if he attached great importance to Yu Rui.

Affected by Wang Lun, Li Yi also became serious, thought about it seriously, replayed the pictures before and after leaving the mountain in his mind, and after making sure that Su Tianbai did not reveal anything, he replied to Wang Lun: "My master didn't say anything to me, just asked me to bring a letter to the owner of Qixiufang, but this letter can't be shown to Old Man Wang." The letter given by Su Tianbai reads "Ye Meizi personally opened", this Ye Meizi refers to Ye Zhiqing, the current owner of Qixiufang, and the relationship between the two is not simple from the point of view of the title, and this letter is naturally not easy to give to outsiders.

"Ye Zhiqing, the owner of Qixiufang. Wang Lun pinched his beard and thought thoughtfully, "In the past, it was reported that the ancestor of Qixiufang, Gongsun Auntie, had learned the art of sword dance under Lu Zu, so as to enter the Tao and become a master of the Yuan Shen Realm. The more he got to the back, the lower his voice became, and in the end he was like a mosquito, and Li Yi couldn't hear what Wang Lun said at all.

Suddenly, Wang Lun's voice became louder, and he asked Li Yi, "Li boy, I remember that you are a student of Luochuan College, right?"

Li Yiran, who didn't understand what Wang Lun was asking for at all, nodded blankly.

"So how about your poetry and songs?" Wang Lun asked.

Li Yi thought about it, although he was a top student in middle school, he could only memorize some poems by great poets such as Li Bai and Du Fu, I don't know if there are them in this world, after all, there is also a "Tang Dynasty" in this world!

"The article is made by nature, and it is a clever hand. My talent for poetry is mediocre, except for occasional flash of inspiration. Because he didn't know the level of poetry in this world, Li Yi didn't dare to exaggerate.

"It's a good 'article is natural, and the magic hand gets it', it's better to put it like this, I'll chant a few poems, and you can see how it compares with your level. After Wang Lun praised Li Yi, his eyes turned, and he looked at the surrounding scenery, preparing to choose a scene from it to write a poem.

Wang Lun first saw the pond water, not satisfied, turned his head to look at the green bamboo in the corner of the wall, not very satisfied, left and look, and finally selected the green pine beside him, "The pine has been the 'three friends of the cold year' since ancient times, and the ink pine on Huashan is a rare spiritual root in the world, so we will make a poem with the theme of 'pine'." ”

After Wang Lun finished speaking, he immediately read out a poem, obviously having already prepared the draft when he chose the scene before.

After Li Yi heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head, the level of Wang Lun's poem is too low, not to mention that compared with the super-first-class level like Li Bai Dufu, even the second-rate level is a bit reluctant.

"Li boy, do you look confident, read a song and listen to it, let me see how good you are. Wang Lun didn't care at all when he saw Li Yi shaking his head, but became more and more interested.

Li Yi lowered his head and thought about it, thinking of a poem by Li Bai, which is relatively remote, and it is suitable to use it here, but I don't know if there is this world, for the sake of safety, it is better to ask first, so he asked: "Old man Wang, have you heard of Li Bai?"

Wang Lun didn't expect Li Yi to not recite poetry, but instead inquired about a person, pondered for a while, and said: "I haven't heard of this person, what do you ask this person to do, is he your relative?"

"The kid has been an orphan since he was a child, how can he have any relatives, but I heard the dean say that this Li Bai is a strange person in the world, so I was curious and wanted to inquire. Li Yi randomly found a reason to prevaricate the past, and asked Du Fu, Bai Juyi and other great poets for the same reason, like Li Bai, Wang Lun didn't know anything.

That's good, that's good, Li Yi has a bottom in his heart, and said: "Then I'll chant a song 'Nanxuan Song'." ”

"Nanxuan has a lone pine, and Ke Ye is self-sufficient. When the breeze is not idle, it is chic all day long. The shade is ancient moss green, and the color is dyed with autumn smoke. When the sky is soaring, it goes up thousands of feet. "The window next to the Nanxuan guide, the green pine in the Zen courtyard is indeed located on the south side of the wing, and it is suitable to use it here.

After chanting, the scene was quiet, which made Li Yi a little uneasy, could it be that someone had already done this poem in this world??!

Just when Li Yi was worried, a hoarse voice came from outside the house, "Okay, good, this poem is ostensibly written about the lone pine in the Zen courtyard, but in fact it is written about the poet himself, especially the last sentence 'When the clouds are in the sky, straight up to thousands of feet' reflects the poet's dissatisfaction with the chic self-satisfaction of the "lone pine", yearning for the momentum of "thousands of feet straight up", implying the poet's lofty ideals and lofty ambitions, which made my heart surging when I listened to it. ”

Li Yi looked in the direction where the voice came from, and found that Wu Song and an old monk with white eyebrows were walking in from the courtyard gate, Wu Song was still holding a food box-like thing in his hand, and bursts of aroma wafted out of it, this aroma was very tempting, just like the fragrance of Li Yi's favorite tamales before the crossing, so that the fierce clouds lying on the ground and napping jumped up, and a pair of horse eyes were round, looking directly at the food box in Wu Song's hand.

Wu Song opened the food box and put it in front of Lie Yun, which contained more than a dozen fist-sized egg-shaped objects, no eggshells, and transparent, "This is Yunjin eggs, one of the specialties of Shaolin Temple, my old Lie has never eaten this thing when he is so old, but this time he can feast on Li Boy's blessing." After Lieyun saw this egg-shaped object, he exclaimed, obviously he didn't expect to come to Shaolin Temple this time to eat such a good thing, you know, when Su Tianbai brought it to Lao Tzu when he was young, he only ate ordinary food.

It is precisely because he knows the preciousness of this cloud brocade egg, so Lieyun eats very slowly this time, squints his eyes when he eats an egg, and eats another one after being intoxicated, which is a foodie.

When Wu Song put the food box, the old monk had already walked near Li Yi and the others, "Lao Qu Xuanxu is the leader of the Shaolin Temple to Qixiufang this time, this time I came mainly to meet Li Shizhu and see what kind of person Wu Song highly recommended." ”

Recommendation, what recommendation, Li Yi, who was confused, looked at the old monk in front of him, hoping that the old monk could speak clearly.