"Ahem...... Do you want to see him?" When Chu Feng heard this name, he also had mixed tastes, he was reluctant to mention Lin Su's Qinglian Dao, if the two people in front of him knew that on Qinglian Dao, Lin Su received ten times more Qinglian than him, he, the first young talent in the eyes of the teacher, would have his aura dispersed, and the eyes of the charming little "Shi Niang" in front of him would change.

Nanchu Jushi slowly spoke: "Please come in!"

The two words, through the ten-mile void, diverged above the Wenxian Pavilion.

Both disciples stood up at the same time and bowed facing north.

Lin Su and Li Guihan stepped into the air and shot towards the thatched hut on the distant hillside.

In front of the thatched house, a figure in a pale yellow shirt stood quietly, it was the fourth prince Chu Feng.

Lin Su fell in the air.

Chu Feng took a step forward and arched his hands: "Brother Lin, the day before yesterday, the junior brother invited you to talk about it, but I didn't think of a sudden change, the junior brother thought that Brother Lin had returned to Dacang, and I regretted it, but I didn't expect that Brother Lin was still in Nanyang, it was really fortunate!"

Lin Su also replied: "Your Highness, has your body recovered?"

"Don't dare to worry about Brother Laolin, the junior brother has already recovered fifty percent......" Chu Feng led inside: "Master is waiting inside, Brother Lin, please!"

Lin Su stepped into the thatched hut, while Li Guihan and Chu Feng were on the periphery.

Inside the thatched hut, it is a square circle of its own.

Approaching the hillside, an old man sat on the edge of the slope, and in front of him was a small strip table, on top of the strip, a pot of tea, two teacups, extremely simple.

Lin Su strode away, and the old man in front of him slowly raised his head.

"Lin Su has seen the Southern Chu Monk!" Lin Su bowed slightly.

"Today, there is Hainingzi, and the world has heard of it!" Nanchu Jushi smiled slightly: "The old man has lived in Baijiyuan for a long time, and today he finally saw the great talent of the world, how fortunate is it?"

"Seniors have won awards!"

"Sit!"

Lin Su sat down in front of him.

"Please use tea!"

Lin Su picked up the teacup.

"Lin Gongzi is here, I don't know what happened?"

Lin Su said: "There is a presumptuous thing, I suddenly ask for it, and I hope that my predecessors will allow it."

"Come!"

Lin Su said: "Su has a brother, far away at the border of blood and rain......

He got straight to the point and mentioned it directly.

Nanchu Jushi listened quietly, smiling on his face......

After Lin Su finished speaking, Nanchu Jushi spoke: "The old man thought that Lin Gongzi came today, just to talk to the old man about the way of poetry, never expected that it would be to ask the old man to ask for marriage on behalf of your brother, the old man has lived in Baijiyuan for a long time, and he has devoted himself to the way of poetry, and he has long forgotten about the sophistication of the world, and Lin Gongzi's request, please forgive the old man for being powerless."

Nan Chu Jushi directly refused, and he refused very simply.

He is a member of the Holy Family of Poetry, and the Holy Family of Poetry has a very close relationship with the royal family of the ancient kingdom of Nanyang, how can he not know about the palace? Zhenbei Wangfu is going to marry Hejian Wangfu, and there is the approval of His Majesty today, whoever wants to make it bad is sick!

What is it to be an old man when you come from another country and let the old man drill this chimney? Fools?

Lin Su smiled lightly: "This matter is Su Menglang, since the seniors don't want to talk about it, how dare Su force it?" …… Let's go back to the word, right?"

Nanchu Jushi's heart jumped slightly: "Lin Gongzi has a shocking new work, do you want to give the old man some insight?"

Lin Su said, "How dare you! How dare you! …… In front of a generation of words, how dare Lin talk about any new works? I would only like to write down the pioneering works of my predecessors and present them in front of my predecessors to show my respect for a generation of words!"

Nanchu Jushi was surprised.

Lin Su's meeting with him was destined to be a collision of sparks.

Many people speculate that Lin Su is a junior seeking to see his senior? Or is it the combat power of Qingzi to challenge his peak?

When he said the words "Return to the Dao" just now, the Nanchu monk was keenly aware that this was the beginning of the war, but now Lin Su told him that Lin Su wanted to write the opening poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers. Bai Qiyuan", presented to him as a show

Respect!

Writing your own poems for others may have the meaning of competition, but writing the words of the Nanchu monks and giving them to the Nanchu monks themselves is an expression of the highest respect for the Nanchu monks!

Lin Su got up, the gold paper came out, and the treasure pen fell!

Wrote "Butterfly Love Flowers. Bai Qiyuan", respectfully presented to the monks of Southern Chu.

At this moment, the Nanchu Jushi swelled!

Da Cangwen Dao genius, who wrote a few poems that passed on the world's young words, wrote "Butterfly Love Flower. Bai Qiyuan", presented to him respectfully, everyone in the world might as well take a look and see who is above the word!

He took the manuscript and pretended to smile indifferently, unable to hide the ecstasy in his heart, but suddenly, his hand trembled......

This song "Butterfly Loves Flowers. On the manuscript of "Baijiyuan", there is a holy light, this is the original holy light!

The thunder rolled in the hearts of the Nanchu monks in an instant......

Only when the original writer writes this poem will he bring the original holy light, which is an iron rule that cannot be changed!

"Butterfly Loves Flowers. "Baijiyuan" was written by Lin Su!

As long as this piece of paper is taken outside, people all over the world will know that Lin Su is a generation of word sects, and his Nanchu Jushi is a literary thief who deceives the world and steals his name!

A generation of words, it's a joke!

The whole holy family of poetry is a joke!

The ancient country of Nanyang is a joke! Z.br>

The consequences are ten times more serious than the sky falling!

He Nanchu can swear to the heavens, he really didn't claim to be a generation of words at the beginning, and someone else planted it on his head.

But he must also admit that he did not deny it.

Why? As far as the literati are concerned, no one can resist this hat, no one can give up this glory, especially when His Majesty the Emperor personally visited, the four princes worshipped him as a teacher, the three princesses traveled thousands of miles to be a concubine for him, an eighty-year-old man, and the head of the poet saint family expressed his respect for him, he was swept deeper and deeper in this whirlpool of glory, and he was completely unable to extricate himself.

But now, he clearly knows that there is only a thin piece of paper between him, a glorious word sect, and a ruined literary thief!

His back was instantly covered in cold sweat.

Lin Su's voice came: "The predecessors claim to be incomprehensible to the world, but that is just self-humility, as a generation of word sects, the world is proficient, and the human feelings are warm and cold, how can it not be reasonable? If we can fulfill the first time of the Soviet Union, Su will repay the favor with the peach, and I will not disappoint my predecessors in the future."

Nanchu Jushi's heart jumped suddenly......

What do you mean?

As long as he helps him once, can Lin Su not expose this matter? Or even to him?

Is this possible?

It is certainly impossible for ordinary people, but Lin Su is an exception, why? Because he had already opened the Dao, his glory had already been enough, and the seven words he personally promised "will not disappoint his predecessors" made Nanchu Jushi suddenly have a feeling of being in a desperate situation.

Nanchu Jushi slowly raised his head, his face changed, and he sighed long: "Lin Gongzi traveled thousands of miles just to fulfill the wishes of his relatives, with good intentions, deep affection, and touching...... Come on, the old man will accompany you on the journey."

Lin Su was overjoyed: "Then thank you to Cizong."

Take a deep bow......

Nanchu Jushi came out of the thatched hut, beckoned to the third princess, and said: Sanniang, the old man will accompany this son to go out.

Everyone was shocked.

Li Guihan's eyes flashed, he actually really invited the word sect! Is it smashed by the white clouds again? From her point of view, this may be the only answer.

The third princess's eyes fell on Lin Su's face, and she was also surprised, she had no impression of Lin Su, after she came to Baiqiyuan, she cut off the news from Dacang's side, and devoted herself to adding fragrance to the red sleeves of the "Generation Word Sect", and she didn't know who Lin Su was. She was surprised, how could this young man have such a big face?

Nanchu Jushi confessed a few words, and walked away with Lin Su and Li Guihan.

There were only two people left on the hillside, Sanniang and Chu Feng.

Sanniang's eyes turned slightly, and she met Chu Feng's gaze, and Sanniang smiled lightly: "Your Highness, let's enter the house, how about the concubine as His Highness?"

Under her gaze, Chu Feng's whole body went soft and entered the house in a daze......

Nanchu Jushi would never have imagined that on his business trip, whether he wore the hat of the "Generation Word Sect" on his head was not tightly worn, and there was another hat that was obviously worn tightly, and this hat was ...... Green.

Zhenbei Palace.

It's sunset.

The gatekeeper looked at Jinyue Mountain from afar, the sunset was shining, a piece of gold, and he suddenly had the illusion that today's sunset, golden, seemed to be brighter than in the past.

At this moment, two figures in the sky broke through the sky and landed in front of the palace gate.

The janitor jerked straight.

The literati who can break through the sky can only be a great Confucian, and the two people in front of him are all high-end VIPs.

"Please inform the prince, the monks of Southern Chu have come to visit!"

The janitor shuddered and froze......

Inside the Royal Palace......

King Zhenbei stood up suddenly, completely incredulous, "What you said is ...... A generation of words sect Nan Chu layman?"

Be!

King Zhenbei bounced up suddenly, and he reached the door in one step, and suddenly stopped: "Tell me to go down, prepare the best wine and food, open Jingxian Pavilion, and ...... immediately."

Before the words were muted, the people had already rushed out.

Zhenbei Wangfu, the middle door is wide open, the prince walks in the front, his three brothers are behind him, and there is a long row of various personnel behind, the prince of the palace, a large group of princes, twenty-one Confucians in the house, four masters, and eighteen maids.

All the high-end people in Zhenbei Wangfu went out to welcome a generation of words.

"I've seen a generation of word sects!" The prince bowed deeply.

"See the Generational Word Sect!" Everyone behind him bowed at the same time.

"I've seen the prince!" Nanchu Jushi also returned the salute.

The prince hurriedly held him up: "Cizong is coming to our mansion, our mansion is really full of splendor, please enter the Jingxian Pavilion......

At sunset, a group of people walked through the palace and headed to Jingxian Pavilion.

In the backyard, Hongye also bounced violently: "You say...... Is the word sect really here?" Her voice was agitated.

Xing'er's face flushed: "Really! Miss, the prince just brought a bunch of people to greet them in person, and sent them to Jingxian Pavilion, and it was chaos outside, and many people wanted to see it......

"You go too! You go to serve them in the Jingxian Pavilion, and if you have any words, send them to me quickly."

"Yes!"

Apricot went.

As soon as she went, Koba also reached the door, and turned around the door three times, as if she couldn't decide where to go, and finally she changed her clothes, which were the clothes of a maid, and slipped out of the room......

In the Jingxian Pavilion, the prince lives in the main seat, the first person on the left is the Southern Chu Monk, Lin Su sits under the Southern Chu Residence, and opposite is several princes and princes of the Zhenbei Palace, these people are all literati, and the Southern Chu Monks are in the same hall as the generation of scholars, everyone is very excited, but they still show their good upbringing, polite.

After drinking a cup of tea and tasting a few rare fruits from the demon clan, it was time to talk about things.

Nanchu Jushi is a little difficult to speak, the palace respects him too much, almost everyone in the mansion who can come comes, the degree of attention is unprecedented, but it is not very convenient to talk about things, so we can only wait until after the banquet to talk.

After a few small talks, the maid came over to report that it was time to open the table......

At this moment, another maid came to report: "Your lord, Elder Mu, the top elder of the Poetic Saint Holy Family, accompanied the prince of the Hejian Royal Mansion to visit."

What?

The prince was shocked, what's wrong today? A word sect just came, and then a top elder of the Poetic Saint Holy Family came? The Word Sect is also an elder of the Holy Family, are you two here together?

He set his eyes on the Southern Chu Monk, but the Southern Chu Monk set his eyes on Lin Su.

Lin Su's brows locked, he had just invited the Southern Chu Monk into the palace, and his butt was not yet hot, and the Hejian Palace's side invited the Poet Saint's family

Another top elder also arrived at the palace.

Why is it so coincidental?

How do I think someone is tipping off?

Please!

The prince personally came out to greet him, and soon, a group of people also came to Jingxian Pavilion, and the one at the front was also an old man, immortal wind bones, and when he saw Nanchu Jushi, he smiled slightly: "The old man said that the prince is so happy today, it turns out that it is a generation of elders from Nanchu who came to the palace, it is really a coincidence."

Nanchu Jushi stood up and bowed to him, "Elder Mu!"

Although he bears the name of a generation of word sects, his fame is earth-shattering, but in the poetry saint family, his status is not as good as Mu Renqing, Mu Renqing is a top elder, he is only a high-level elder, separated by one level, among the holy family, the hierarchy is strict, he must first bow to Mu Renqing.

Mu Renqing smiled slightly and accepted him calmly.

A group of people behind him also stepped forward and saluted the monks of Nanchu, among this group of people, there were four middle-aged Confucians, who were the most famous group of Confucians in Hejian Wangfu, and the young man in the middle was the prince of Hejian Wangfu, and he looked like a talent, but his face was quite wine-colored, slightly pale, he was just a person, and in a group of Confucians, he was quite humble.

When a new batch of guests is added, the seats need to be rearranged.

Mu Renqing symbolically humbled and sat on the leader, Nanchu Jushi sat in the second place, and the others sat down in turn, Lin Su, the person who followed Nanchu Jushi, did not have any sense of existence, and was put in the last position intentionally or unintentionally.

Nan Chu Jushi's gaze shifted, but Lin Su still had a smile on his face, and he sat calmly at the end.

The wine and dishes were served, the wine was the highest-end Bauhinia wine in the ancient country of Nanyang, and the dishes were the highest-end eighteen plates of Nanyang, and the prince toasted with a red face: "Today the sages are full, and the walls of our mansion are shining, I would like to take a glass of wine, and I salute all the sages!"

Raise your neck and drink it all.

Everyone raised their glasses, saluted, and drank them all in one gulp.

Mu Renqing put down his wine glass and spoke: "Lord, the king of Hejian and the prince met in Hetai before, and intended to marry the two surnames, the king of Hejian mentioned this matter to the old man, entrusted the old man to come, and formally made a pro-contract, the old man heard it, and gladly responded to it, the marriage of the two kings, the perfect combination, the beautiful talent, the grand event of Nanyang, how can it not come?" …… Come, send a gift sticker to the prince!"

The next big Confucian held a gift sticker in both hands and sent it to the prince.

When the prince was about to take it, the Nanchu monk suddenly spoke: "Lord, the old man came today, and he was also entrusted by others, and he also intended to have the joy of the two surnames."

The prince was slightly startled.