"Dean, I have sent the son of Fang Dingtian to Jingchen." The Red Dragon Sage walked into the garden and said to a scribe in green clothes.

The man in green clothes was sitting in the pavilion drinking tea, and when he heard the words of the red dragon sage, he sighed lightly: "I didn't expect that the son of Dingtian's junior disciple would become a magician, it is really unpredictable in the world, so let him follow Jingchen to cultivate." ”

"After all, this son has the stigma of a magician, let him worship under the mirror dust door, but he is a generation higher than today's disciples, and he has become a senior brother with a group of real people, which seems a little unusual, right?" The Red Dragon Sage said.

"Senior Brother Jingchen and Senior Brother Dingtian have been fighting for the top spot for more than ten years, and the two are also enemies and friends, and with Senior Brother Jingchen's temperament, he will not watch the son of Senior Brother Dingtian fall into the devil's path, not to mention that Senior Brother Jingchen once made a grand wish, if he does not enter the people, he will not leave the south, and it is very suitable for him to teach the son of Dingtian Senior Brother." After the man in Tsing Yi finished speaking, he sighed again: "It's just a pity that this son's literary brilliance, those poems are really rare holy products." ”

"No matter how good the writing is, what can it be? Just like Fu Ziyi back then, the higher the talent, the greater the harm. The Red Dragon Sage said with a blank face.

"That's it, that's it." Hearing Fu Ziyi's name, the man in Tsing Yi waved his hand to stop the Red Dragon Sage from talking further, which was very exciting.

On Jingtai Island, Fang Dong glanced at the boy coldly: "Don't say that I may not be willing to worship him as a teacher, even if I worship, it is also a disciple, if I am not a thing, what is his cheap master?" What are you a lowly boy? ”

"You ......" The childish eyes erupted with fire, but he couldn't say anything to refute Fang Dong at all.

Fang Dong sneered in his heart, the network on the earth is developed, and the dissemination and popularity of information are far from comparable to those of the Holy Realm, not to mention anything else, if you want to talk about bickering, there are countless classic cases of all kinds, and Fang Dong can be regarded as the culmination of thousands of years outside the concentration.

"Sage Jingchen, let's open the skylight and say bright words, I worship you as a teacher, what can you teach me?" Fang Dong looked at Jingchen and asked in a loud voice.

"Self-cultivation is the way of man." Jingchen replied lightly.

"The way of self-cultivation and self-cultivation can include exercises?" Fang Dong asked directly.

"Not included." The Sage shook his head slightly.

"Can it include secret techniques?" Fang Dong asked again.

"Not included." Sage Jingchen shook his head again.

"So, you don't plan to teach me the art of cultivation at all?" Fang Dong couldn't help but sneer, sure enough, it was exactly the same as he guessed, Nanli Academy simply wanted to put him under house arrest here, how could it be possible to teach him the art of cultivation.

"The way of cultivation is not only the secret technique of the exercises, but also the way of literature." Jingchen Sage said indifferently.

"You're going to teach me the way of writing? The people in this holy realm who can teach us to write and write poetry have not yet been born. Fang Dong was annoyed in his heart, what this Jingchen Sage said sounded good, in fact, it was just like Huang Rong who taught Yang Guo that day, wanting to make him a completely useless scholar.

And after the battle of Mingjing Lake and the unreasonable and forcible arrest of Chilong Zhenren to Nanli Academy, Fang Dong had already deeply realized the importance of force in this world, how could he be willing to be a useless scholar.

"I know that you have some talent, but after all, those are just small paths, the avenue of literature, with the sense of heaven and earth, and the understanding of all laws and ten thousand ways in the world, your cultivation path still has a long way to go." Jingchen Xianren was not angry, and still said expressionlessly.

"The essays I have written are all the avenues of literature, so what is the avenue of literature? What avenue essays have you done? Fang Dong was depressed in his heart, this small island, he was afraid of falling into the sea when he slept and turned around, thinking that he would probably be trapped here for the rest of his life, and his mood was suddenly very bad.

The sage of Jingchen did not speak, and the boy preemptively said: "In the entire Nanli Academy, who doesn't know that the sage of my family is the first in Wendao. At that time, the sage of my family won the fruit of the Tao with a Taoist poem, and achieved the body of a high-grade sage, and his writing was profound, even the Tianxin Zhiren who traveled to my southern college were greatly admired, and his Taoist poems were widely circulated in the holy world. ”

"Oh, then I'm going to hear what the poetry of the avenue is." Fang Dong said disapprerovingly.

"Hmph, you're really lonely, don't you even know the poem of my sage?" The boy pointed to the mirror-like black stone next to the wooden house, pouted and said: "That Taoist poem is engraved on it, it was engraved on the mirror stone under the vibration of the Taoist heart after the Tianxin Zhiren listened to the Taoist poetry of the sage of my family, and no one knows who knows the entire Qingzhou or even the entire Holy Realm." ”

Fang Dong ignored the boy, walked to the black stone to take a look, and sure enough, he saw that there were four lines of poetry engraved on it, every word and stroke were round and smooth, and there was an indescribable charm in it, which made people feel that even if they didn't understand calligraphy, they would feel that this word was handsome and elegant, and it contained wonderful meaning.

After Fang Dong saw the four lines of poetry clearly, he suddenly froze, and secretly exclaimed in his heart: "What kind of Taoist poem is this, it is simply a Buddhist proverb on the earth." Moreover, this one made by the sage of Jingchen is clearly the famous proverb on the earth, and everyone knows it. can write such a proverb, but this mirror method is worthy of its name, and it does have real talent. ”

"What? Look stupid and can't speak? Shocked, right? When the boy saw Fang Dongleng there, he thought that Fang Dong was shocked by the Taoist poems made by the sage Jingchen, and couldn't help but mock triumphantly.

"I was really shocked." Fang Dong retracted his gaze and nodded slightly.

"Now you know what it means to have someone outside of people, and there is a sky outside of the sky, right? Don't think that if you have a little literary talent, you have no one in your eyes, and you are far worse than the way of literature...... "The boy's appearance, as if Fang Dong had lost to him, raised his head and educated Fang Donglai.

"Alas!" Fang Dong let out a long sigh, interrupting the boy's talking, and then shook his head and said: "I was really shocked, I couldn't imagine that the Taoist poems written by Jingchen Sage, who is famous in Qingzhou and even moved by everyone, are only of this level, it is really disappointing." ”

"What did you say?" The boy looked at Fang Dong with wide eyes, his confused little eyes, as if he thought he was in a dream.

Jing Chen, who had been calm and calm beside him, had an expression for the first time after hearing Fang Dong's words, and couldn't help frowning.

"I said that this poem is really too bad, worse than I imagined, if this is the so-called superior literary avenue, then the way of grammar is really worthless, this way is not to learn." Fang Dong said categorically.