Outside the door stood an old man of about fifty with a dusty temperament, and a scholar with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the old man was wearing a plain white robe, instead of a cyan robe, Ning Wuxiao would have looked at his eyes that had been stained with time but were still as clear as a child, and thought that this was an old man who had just come down the mountain and entered the world.

Xu Jidao was also looking at Ning Wuxian.

Before coming, he had specially inquired about the poet Ning Wuxian, who was drunk with a few drunken poets, and knew that this was a big straw bag that shocked Jinling.

But when he saw Ning Wuxian, who was good-looking and had deep eyes that could not be seen, he always felt that the rumors were wrong.

Thinking that he was just here to inquire about Shixian's identity, Xu Jidao didn't care about the young man in front of him, bowed his hand, and asked with a smile: "Is this a Ping An Medical Center?" ”

"Yes, but the clinic is not open, if Mr. is to see a doctor and grab medicine, you can walk two more streets to the north, there is a rejuvenation medical hall, where Lang Chinese medicine skills are very exquisite, I think Mr. You don't look like you have a serious illness, you should be cured with a pair of medicine."

Ning Wuxiao did not ignore the inquiring look in the old man's eyes.

He saw that the old man was polite, and he stretched out his hand without smiling people's faces.

But he had something to do, so he could only lock the door and say more.

Xu Jidao saw that Ning Wuxian spoke neatly and neatly, and did not have the rumored sense of cowardice that he did not dare to speak to people, so he knew that he knew people correctly, but Ning Wuxiao was too simple, and he left after speaking, which was beyond his expectations.

"Childe, please stay!"

Xu Jidao had to take a few quick steps and stopped in front of Ning Wuxian.

"The old man didn't come to see a doctor, but he wanted to ask his son to solve his doubts."

Oh!

Ning Wuxuan suddenly came to his senses, and smiled helplessly: "If you come to ask me for poetry, can you come back another day, I have something to do." ”

"Asking for poetry?" Xu Jidao was stunned for a moment and hurriedly shook his head: "No, the old man wants to ask, who did the son buy the ten poems yesterday?" ”

In fact, Xu Jidao wanted to visit Ningfu, and by the way, he inquired about the news of Shixian.

But when I knew that the Ping'an Medical Center where the selling poet Ning Wuxiao was located was by Xuanwu Lake, I simply stopped here.

Ning Wuxian couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard this question.

It has been rumored in Jinling City that he has claimed the poetry immortal, and the old man in front of him even came to ask, looking at his clear eyes not like he was here to find fault, but as if he really didn't know anything.

Xu Jidao didn't know why, and asked patiently: "Why is Childe laughing?" ”

"I thought of a happy thing, and I got out of the marriage this morning." Ning Wuxian restrained his smile.

Xu raised his eyebrows, not understanding what this answer meant, and at the same time doubting his own judgment.

Ning Wuxian, isn't he really a big straw bag who can't understand good words?

"Childe ......"

"I am the poet."

Ning Wuxian didn't wait for Xu to ask again, and took the lead in answering.

Xu Jidao still maintained the posture of asking for advice, dumbfounded.

Piao Zero opened his mouth wide in surprise as he re-examined the young man in front of him who was younger than him.

The first straw bag in Jinling is the poet fairy that the old man is looking for?

Just kidding, it's not like that!

"Ning Wugongzi, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense." Xu Jidao thought of the steady Ning Wuxian, and then looked at the exaggerated Ning Wuxian, and earnestly taught: "How beautiful it is when you admit that you are a poet immortal, and how embarrassed you will be when the facts are exposed." ”

"Thank you, sir, for reminding ...... Since Mr. doesn't believe it, why don't Mr. ask someone else about it? ”

Ning Wuxuan was not annoyed, he took his leave with a bow and walked towards Ning's house.

He left Xu Dao to stand in place and sighed: "Young and frivolous, unknown and precious, if the poet immortal himself learns that Ning Wuxiao is doing this, he will definitely stay away from the Ning family." ”

"Master, are we going to Ning's house?"

"Let's go and inquire about the situation of the Ning family first."

Xu Jidao was just about to leave, and groups of students came over with poems in their hands.

Among them, there were people who participated in the talent conference competition yesterday afternoon, and they recognized Xu Jidao at a glance, and they were immediately taken aback and hurriedly saluted.

"Hello Mr. Xu!"

"Hello everyone."

Xu Jidao glanced at these Jinling students who were out of the house, and they also had a copy of the poems, and they were very satisfied with their diligence and studiousness.

Especially compared to the slightly frivolous Ning Wuxiao just now, these students seem to be more suitable for Shixian's guidance.

He didn't know why, he was interested for a while, stroked his beard and smiled: "The poem manuscript in your hand, can you let the old man take a look?" ”

If you say you want to look at it, you must look at it more than just once.

Piao Ling looked enviously at these students who could get the master's personal guidance.

It is a great honor to be personally guided by King Xu Shi.

Behold.

The expected scenario of several people rushing to ask for a "look" did not materialize.

A few students, you look at me, I look at you, my eyes dodge and I don't dare to look at Xu Jidao, and my mouth is still refusing: "I am only shallow in my studies, and it is inconvenient to ask Mr. Xu to watch it, why don't you wait until we ask Ning Shixian to give you instructions, and then ask Mr. Xu to take a look?" ”

It may be because Ning Wuxian is the same age as them, or Ning Wuxian's performance in front of Liufu makes them feel that there is no identity barrier.

Rather than letting Xu Jidao point fingers at them, they wanted to accept the revisions proposed by Ning Wuxian.

When the time comes, please ask Xu a few more praises, and today's trip will not be in vain.

Xu Jidao suddenly heard that these students wanted him to make the final evaluation, but he was more concerned about their titles: "Who do you say to ask for guidance?" Ning Shixian? ”

"Mr. Xu came here on purpose, didn't he come to find Ning Shixian?"

"Ning Shixian is Ning Wuxian, he admitted that he is the poet who wrote ten poems yesterday, and he also competed with the students on the spot, and four masterpieces were circulated."

"Some people also suspected that he was making fake poems, so we took the poems we wrote and taught him to try the truth."

The students said that they would try to be true or false, but the admiration in their eyes could not be faked.

This shows that these students in front of them have experienced some things, and they think that Ning Wuxian is the poet fairy from the bottom of their hearts.

will come to ask for advice with the manuscript of the poem, and plan to let him evaluate it after giving the teaching.

"Ning Wuxian is a poet immortal?"

Xu Jidao was stunned, looked at the corner of the street where he had long been unable to see Ning Wuxian's figure, and his mind flashed what Ning Wuxian said before leaving.

“…… Why don't you ask someone else about it? ”

It's to inquire carefully.

"Tell me carefully, what are the four masterpieces of Ning and Ning Shixian?"

……

When Ning Wuxian walked to the door of Ning's house, Ning Feng was going out with six small servants wearing Ningfu costumes.

"Good grandson, you came just in time, these six people are willing to work in your shop."

Ning Feng deliberately pulled a young man who was only about one meter six tall forward and pushed him in front of Ning Wuxian.

"This is my adjutant general's youngest grandson Yunfei, his hometown suffered a disaster last year, and he is the only one left in the family of eleven people, who has come thousands of miles to join me."

Ning Feng's eyes turned red at the mention of Yun Fei's background, he sniffed, and patted Yun Fei's shoulder vigorously.

"Don't look at this kid who looks black and thin, but he has hard bones, and his legs and feet are fast and hard-beating, so it's just right to be your personal servant."

Ning Wuxian never judged people by their appearance, and when he looked at Xiao Yunfei, who was still immobile under Ning Feng's vigorous patting, he knew that what he said was true.

"Yunfei, from today on, you will be my personal servant, taking care of food and housing, two taels of silver per month."

Hearing the silver of the second or two months, Yun Fei's sluggish dead fish eyes flashed with a bright light.

He only had half a tael of silver in Ningfu as pocket money.

Originally, he didn't want to leave Ning Mansion, but no one else wanted to follow the fifth prince, so he saw that Grandpa Ning was embarrassed, so he took the initiative to stand up.

I didn't expect him to stand on the right side.

"Please rest assured, as long as I don't die, Childe will definitely not die."

The simple declaration made Ning Wuxian very relieved.

He also followed his grandfather's example, patted Yun Fei on the shoulder, and let Yun Fei stand behind him, his eyes falling on the remaining five.

After Ning Feng finished talking about the names of the five people, the five of them successively said: "Fifth son, we are physically disabled, we don't need so much moon silver, just take care of food and housing." ”

They are not very old, about twenty-five or sixteen, and they are in the prime of life.

Even if you go to the dock to carry bags and work as coolies, you can earn two taels of silver a month.

However.