Pilgrims came over one after another to be polite to Shen Ao. Those who can come to Lingyin Temple to incense are still some people with net worth. The Great Song Dynasty established the country with literature, and there were countless famous calligraphers and painters, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it was even more difficult to meet such a famous artist.

Tears flowed down my face, and I finally had a chance to be elegant.

Shen Ao was surrounded by many people, very happy and proud, he used to be a thief, although he was very prestigious in that line, but he was notorious in the eyes of ordinary people. Unexpectedly, when I got here, I actually had the opportunity to be sought after. He was secretly refreshed in his heart, but he was very modest in his mouth, and said very seriously and low-key: "There is no end to learning, I am still a little bit away from the skills of Wang Youjun and Gu Kaizhi, I will continue to work hard, and I can't be proud." ”

Everyone applauded together, and said that Shen Ao was too modest, so they taught Shen Ao to compose poems and let them have a glimpse.

Shen Ao said: "I won't do poetry, I won't do it now, thank you for your love." However, in a few days, I will go to the poetry meeting in the Ya Mountain House, and I will challenge the famous artists in Bianjing, and everyone is welcome to cheer for the younger brother. ”

"Okay." The atmosphere was very strong, and the pilgrims were a little regretful, but Shen Ao said that he wanted to participate in the poetry meeting, and it was not too late to see his performance when the time came.

A few pilgrims from afar were confused and asked, "Where is the Yaya Mountain House?" How have I never heard of it. ”

Immediately, someone said with discrimination: "You don't even know about the Yashan House?" Chen Ji, Chen Xianggong, you have always heard of it. ”

The pilgrim who came from afar was suddenly a little short of breath, and hurriedly said: "Chen Xianggong is famous all over the world, so he naturally knows it." ”

Those who have heard about this matter have said: "Chen Xianggong held a poetry meeting in the Iya Mountain House, and invited all the talents in Bianjing to gather in the Boya Mountain House to evaluate the young talents. ”

The pilgrims from other places hurriedly nodded awkwardly, remembering the four words of the Yashan House firmly, and the people in the province will be despised in the future.

Zhou Ruo and Chun'er were snickering, Shen Ao was too ghostly, and at this time, he didn't forget to sell his elegant mountain house, so despicable and insidious.

At this time, Kongding and Kongjing each came with tea and pastries, and the tea had been replaced with good tea, and the pastries were naturally no longer ordinary things for entertaining pilgrims, but only the most important guests could enjoy them. People are like this, what kind of status, what kind of ability, what kind of treatment should be enjoyed, even bald monks are not exempt from vulgarity, saying that all beings are equal, but after all, there is still a three, six, nine.

"Donors use slowly." Looking at Shen Ao's eyes shiny and shining, I'm afraid that if there weren't too many idlers here, I would have to bend my knees to apprentice.

Shen Ao was very polite, and hurriedly said that the two monks had worked hard, ate pastries in front of everyone, drank tea, and said yes in a loud voice. The two monks were immediately overjoyed, and one said: "This is the best Hui tea, brewed with the clear spring of the back mountain, and Shen Xianggong enjoys it slowly." The other said: "This is a mille-feuille osmanthus cake newly carved out by the poor monk, Shen Shizhu should not dislike it, if it can still be eaten, eat a few more pieces." ”

After using pastries and tea, a little novice came over at this time and said, "Which one is Miss Zhou, Master Shen?" Mrs. Zhou is going down the mountain, please go to the mountain gate quickly. ”

Zhou Ruo and Shen Ao hurriedly responded, everyone was reluctant, and Shen Ao said to the two monks: "Come to visit next time, and say goodbye." Then he said to the pilgrims: "Don't forget to go to the Ya Mountain House to cheer at that time." ”

Everyone suddenly agreed, empty and quiet: "If the donor is free, he can come to the temple to teach at any time." ”

Shi Xiaohu said: "Shen Shi mainly taught me tricks. ”

Kong Ding immediately gave him a popping chestnut and whispered, "It's so unruly." ”

Shi Xiaohu was taught a lesson by his uncle, and tears came out, and he said, "Master Shen, I won't ask you to play tricks, woo...... It hurts. ”

Shen Ao touched his bald head, still so tacky, and said with a smile: "Next time I come to the temple to see you, I will bring you something fun." ”

said that he left with Zhou Ruo and Chun'er under the eyes of everyone.

Madame waited over there for a long time, and when she saw Zhou Ruo and them coming, she smiled: "It's a gloomy day, I'm afraid it's going to rain, let's go back soon." ”

He also said that he drew a lot and told it to Shen Ao, and Shen Ao smiled: "Madam is born with great fortune and nobility, even if she doesn't ask about ghosts and gods, there will be no calamity." ”

The lady smiled: "There is no smooth sailing in the world." ”

At this time, Shi Xiaohu chased after him from the teahouse and asked from afar: "Master Shen, my master and uncle are willing to gamble and lose, so I asked you to ask you, what do you want them to do?" ”

Shen Ao smiled: "Don't worry, wait until I think about it, and then I will ask your master and uncle to serve." ”

Shi Xiaohu sighed, and flew back to recover his life. Mrs. asked why she was willing to gamble and lose, Chun'er was not strict, and told Fang Cai's gambling game, Mrs. said with a smile: "Shen Ao is very talented, these two Zen masters are proud of their calligraphy and painting, you can convince them, it's really not easy." Then he said: "Even so, don't gamble with the Zen masters in the future, the temple is a solemn treasure, and you are not allowed to mess around." ”

This sentence has a slight sense of blame, but it is more of a kind of care from the elders to the younger generations, Shen Ao lowered his head, and hurriedly said, "Not again." ”

The lady nodded, and the group went down the mountain and took the carriage back home.

The next day, news spread in Bianjing City, saying that there was a genius prodigy in Lingyin Temple, who was excellent in calligraphy and painting, and even the two monks who had always been proud of their calligraphy and painting were also impressed by him. The news spread ten, ten and hundred, but it did not attract too many people's attention.

It's just that the news became more and more bizarre later, first saying that this genius prodigy had accepted the invitation of the Ya Mountain House and was going to compete with the talented people at the poetry meeting. This is quite outrageous, there are more people waiting for it to be transmitted, and this information is gradually getting out of shape, what genius naming and saying is going to challenge the fourth prince of Bianjing, what is going to punch Zeng Suian, and kick the little prodigy Zhou Wenzheng, who is famous in Bianjing, to make a splash and trample the talent of Bianjing City under his feet.

With the conflict, the interest of the idlers and elegant guests came, who dared to be so arrogant, it was simply unreasonable, and they dared to ignore the talents of Bianjing, it was too annoying.

There was a lot of heated discussion in the market, and the gambling houses also opened a gambling game, and for a while, the attention of the Yaya Mountain House soared, and you were embarrassed to greet people if you hadn't heard of the Ya Mountain House, and the hot issue shifted from Chen Ji to the mysterious genius boy.

Shen Ao is under a lot of pressure, wow, these broken-mouthed bastards really dare to spread any rumors, this is pushing themselves into the fire pit. Now I'm afraid that he has become a thorn in the side of the talented people in Bianjing City, and he is hated by others.

Well, don't care about it for now, what is targeted by all will be targeted by everyone, and if you are hated, you will be hated, since you want to participate in the poetry meeting, you are going to win the championship anyway, and when you get to this cusp, you can only go against the current.

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In the east pavilion of the Baohe Palace, in the hall of golden glazed roof tiles, incense was sheared, and several small eunuchs stood quietly, and there was an exclamation from the East Pavilion. The emperor just got up early and ate a small bowl of bird's nest white fungus soup, and the three princes rushed to Jin.

There are many sons of the official family, but the favorite is the third prince Zhao Kai, the eunuchs reported that the official family is also very interested today, and they will be seen immediately.

There is not too much grandeur in the East Pavilion, but it is more elegant and chic, the ancient wood agarwood, the Hu wood is empty, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting on the wall are dazzling, a pair of long cases occupy a lot of space, the long case is placed with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there are many books piled up.

Zhao Ji has been in power for twenty-three years, and now he is not young, even so, his complexion is still very well maintained, and he looks only in his early thirties. He sat down and looked at the picture scroll on the desk, showing a somewhat incredulous expression.

The painting was sent by the third prince, and at first glance, it almost surprised Zhao Ji, isn't this the picture of Ruihe that he drew some time ago? How did it fall into Kai'er's hands. When he looked closely, he found that there was a difference in this painting, and he only felt that this painting was more dusty, and the brushwork was even better.

"Kai'er, did you do this?"

Zhao Kai hurriedly said: "Doesn't the child's father still know about the end of the Tao?" This is the handwriting of someone in the Prayer Mansion. ”

Zhao Ji bowed slightly, his eyes were quickly attracted by the payment, just on painting, Zhao Ji thought that he was not inferior to the painter. But Zhao Ji was taken aback, Zhao Ji's signature is very chic, there is only one word 'day', this day is separated, which is the meaning of the first person in the world. It's just that the characters of this painting are the same as themselves, all of which are made of thin gold brushwork, and this font is created by Zhao Ji, who has always been very conceited. Unexpectedly, on the same day, the same thin gold body, the level of the painter is still above him, the thin and straight words seem to be the dance of the crane, and the level is unattainable.

"Weird!" As the ancestor of the thin gold body, that is, the crane body, there are still people who are more powerful than Zhao Ji, and Zhao Ji can only be amazed by this person's talent.

"Who made this painting and calligraphy?"

Zhao Kai smiled bitterly: "The child doesn't know. He told the county lord of Qinghe about the process of painting, and finally sighed: "This person's brush is wonderful, the child is not an opponent, so I asked my father to help us." ”

Zhao Ji laughed and said, "Okay, great." Fathers and sons in battle, brothers in battle, this person's calligraphy and painting are wonderful, okay, I will help you and compare with this person. Go and pass the purple to grind for me, and with this little girl to cheer me up, I will draw a masterpiece, which will open the eyes of this painter who does not know the height of the sky. ”

The height is not cold, the song is high and widowed, as the respect of the Ninety-Five, but also famous for calligraphy and painting, Zhao Ji is undoubtedly lonely, and there are not many calligraphy and painting among the subordinates who can compare with him, even if there are a few great talents occasionally, they do not dare to provoke in front of themselves, but show their skills everywhere are not as good as others, in order to please him, the son of heaven. Now that he bumped into an opponent of the same level, Zhao Ji suddenly became interested and wanted to compete with this person.