"Madam, old man ...... today It is for Ling Lang, Ling Lang yesterday's two colorful poems, the poetry is like a holy gift, can not be buried, but after all, he did not get the guidance of a famous teacher, on the road of scientific research, it is still difficult, the old man is not talented, and he is willing to point out the path for Ling Lang. ”

Mother Lin almost fainted with this joy, her son is poetic, she knows, but she also knows the difficulty of the scientific examination, so she is so eager to squeeze her second son, and directly said that after three years, if the township test is not enough, take you to ask.

Although the second son tried his best to help, the third son started higher than the average person, but the third son is just a talent after all, she thought about it in the middle of the night last night, and hoped to find a better teacher for the third son, such as lifting people.

I never expected that as soon as I opened the door, there was a famous person from all over the world!

A true celebrity in the world!

Mr. Baoshan is a jinshi!

Have Wenxin!

Such a person is a hundred times stronger than a person who owns Wenshan?

With the current financial resources and status of the Lin family, they are not worthy of any master with a literary heart, and they can't even talk to each other at all, but this Mr. Baoshan is straight to the point and takes the initiative to accept San Lang.

Ancestor, look at it, the Lin family is really a happy event......

"San Lang, hurry up and meet your teacher!"

Lin Su stepped out, came to his mother, and said respectfully: "Mother, Mr. Baoshan is a famous man in the world, and he has always been unconventional, Mr. Baoshan, you said yes?" ”

Mr. Baoshan looked at him with a smile, noncommittal.

Mother Lin was anxious, why couldn't this stupid son wake up like this? Why don't you get down on one knee quickly? Cook raw rice to mature rice?

Lin Su stretched out his hand directly: "Mr. Baoshan, I have made a few new fresh foods, you can taste them......"

This time, Baoshan finally lost the clouds and was pulled away by him......

Alcoholics are often also foodies, which is the conclusion that Lin Su brought from that world.

The conclusion is valid!

If Baoshan hadn't tasted a bun, he probably wouldn't have been attracted by his food, but the question was that he tasted it, and the taste was incomparable, and there was fresh food? With just one sentence, his attention was completely off......

Ten buns, he ate eight!

And one bite at a time, Lin Su was speechless, are you a genius of the human race, or a demon race? This mouth is too big, isn't it?

He ate three bowls of noodles!

In the last half bowl of noodles, he put it down, and finally he couldn't eat it, right?

No, he pulled out the flask.

Lin Su couldn't help it: "Mr. Baoshan, do you drink it in the morning?" ”

"How can you have such a delicious food without wine?"

Baoshan picked up the cup that Lin Su drank tea from, poured it down with a snort, and poured the wine in the pot into the cup, this pot didn't look big, but after pouring three cups in a row, the spout of the pot still maintained the same inclination as when it was poured at the beginning.

That's weird.

Baoshan noticed his gaze and smiled slightly: "The treasure of Wendao, there is Qiankun inside, the wine in my wine pot was originally three hundred catties, and now there are only ten catties left, waiting for idle people, don't want to drink half a cup of me!" ”

Take a sip of wine, eat a mouthful of noodles, a lot of noodles to drink, the more you drink, the more meaningful.

"Sir's wine, taste it first!" Lin Jialiang held up the cup, took a sip, and shouted: "Good wine!" The best wine I have tasted in my life, this wine is the most! ”

Baoshan glanced at him with a rare and strange expression, and his eyes fell on Lin Su's face: "You can also taste a product!" ”

Lin Su followed the example of his brother, held up the wine glass, and took a sip, the expression on his face was very strange, this is completely different from wine, the degree is far higher than wine, but why is there no mellow wine? Instead has a weird smell? Is this called good wine? Isn't this clearly a fake wine blended with alcohol in modern society? There's cold water, damn it! Your old man Niu B, you brought 300 catties of inferior fake wine with you and drank only ten catties, and you still don't die?

"How?" Hugging the mountain and holding up the wine glass, he asked lightly, with a very "Versailles" temperament.

"Follow...... Wine is different! ”

"That's nature, my spirits, can they be compared to the wine of Ding Hai's old puff? Fruit wine is only a woman's wine, and this wine is a man's spirit! ”

"This is also true, the wine, said that the woman's wine is still lifted, it is simply sour plum soup......"

Hahahaha......

Hugging the mountain and looking up to the sky, he smiled, and suddenly smiled: "After drinking this wine, is it poetic?" ”

Yes! I want to write a poem against fakes......

Of course, Lin Su can't say this, the old lady is still deeply concerned about this, if the old man lifts the table, it will not be good.

Lin Su hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Baoshan, do you really like the poetry of wine?" ”

"It's nature! The world knows that Mr. Baoshan only likes the things in the cup in his life, and naturally he also likes wine and poetry. His second brother interjected, and at this moment, he also hoped that his third brother would be able to do what he liked.

Mr. Baoshan said: "What the good boy said is good, I do like the things in the cup, and I also like the poetry in the wine, but do you know why I like it?" ”

Why?

Do drunkards need a reason?

Lin Su's brows furrowed......

Lin Jialiang didn't understand either.

"Do you know what my Wengen is? It's really interesting, that's what my text looks like......"

He picked up the flask on the table.

Lin Su's eyes widened, C! Your Wengen is actually a wine jug?

I said that my own literary roots are already very strange, and yours is even more bizarre?

"My Wengen is not a top-grade Wengen, and those who are not a top-grade Wengen are hard to find in the extreme realm!" Mr. Baoshan said: "It has been ten years since I stepped into the peak of Wenxin, but I have not been able to get a glimpse of the mysteries of the extreme realm. ”

Lin Su's eyes flashed: "Do you need to be enlightened?" ”

"Enlightenment? It's a fresh statement, but it's also appropriate. "Hug the mountain and said: "In the past, Deng Xianchu, it was to observe a strange painting outside the sky, inspiration, to set foot in the extreme realm, he took painting as the root of the text, and finally entered the Tao with painting, is it not similar to the enlightenment of a cultivator?" ”

Deng Xianchu's literary roots are paintings, and if you find a good painting, you will break through the extreme.

The old man of the mountain took the wine jug as the root, so he ......

Lin Su pondered for a moment: "So, do you want me to write a wine poem for you, just to understand some new artistic conception from the poem?" ”

"Yesterday, I got your poem, I watched it in the middle of the night, and I felt that the bottleneck that had not moved for half a minute in ten years was loosened, which is really a strange story through the ages."

Therefore, he came today in the hope of getting more psalms to help him step into the extreme state of the literary heart.

Wenxin Extreme Realm, a very special level, although on the whole, it still belongs to a small level in the Wenxin class, but it hinders the vast majority of Wendao masters.

The so-called literary heart is easy to obtain, but it is difficult to find it in extreme circumstances.

The extreme realm is more like a qualification test, and only after passing the extreme realm can you be qualified to step into the literary road, what is the literary road, your own path!

Those who have a literary heart abound all over the world, but those who can create a literary path are not one out of ten, and it is the mysterious level of the extreme realm, which has forcibly blocked more than ninety percent of people.

Enlightenment, Lin Su must admit that he doesn't understand at all, but he understands that poetry can produce poetry, and with this ethereal poetry, he can open the literary and mental realm of the top masters? Why is it so unreliable?

In Lin Su's contemplation, Mr. Baoshan tasted the wine, seemingly unconcerned, but it can be seen from his drinking posture that he actually cares very much, because he doesn't make a sound when he drinks......

Lin Su slowly raised his head: "Mr. Baoshan, have you ever thought of another possibility?" ”

"What?"

"What you need may not be wine poetry, but really good wine."

His literary roots are too strange, it is a wine jug, and the extreme realm of Wendao, as the name suggests, is to make the whole body reach a perfect state, only the wine jug, no good wine, how to be perfect?

Mr. Baoshan said: "I naturally know this, so in the past ten years, I have visited the world, and the wine in front of me is flowing from the holy land of the demon clan." ”

Lin Jialiang said: "Legend has it that in the Holy Land of West Tianyao Pond, there is a real heaven and earth elixir, I don't know if Mr. has asked for it." ”

"I've been there three times, and I couldn't enter it three times, but with the help of an old friend, I was fortunate enough to taste it once, but it was just a monk's wine, which was full of strange things from heaven and earth, and more to improve the cultivation of a monk, which was not the same as the wine in the world."

I really drank it, Lin Jialiang was impressed, the road of a master of literature and Taoism, that was not something he could imagine, he couldn't have any knowledge......

Lin Su said: "Give me some time, I'll try to brew wine for my husband." ”

Lin Jia was surprised, I just said yesterday that the gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and the gentleman should be far away from the winery, so, literati, who can make wine? Third brother, I haven't drunk a few glasses of wine, and I still brew it?

Mr. Baoshan's eyes lit up: "You still make wine?" ”

"A little bit."

"Can you make this demon brew better?"

Lin Su held up the wine in the cup: "Mr. Baoshan, do you want to hear a very cruel word?" ”

Cruel?

Hushan laughed: "Talk about it! ”

"Your demon wine, to put it mildly, it's not good."

Baoshan's eyes bulged: "Are you still politely saying?" What if you're welcome? ”

"To put it mildly, this wine ...... It's more than one level worse than the tea you just poured out! I'd rather drink ten catties of tea than drink this glass of wine......"

It's the truth.