Dreams that will be ridiculed when spoken out have the value of being realized, and even if you fall, your posture will be heroic.

Xu Laoying looked at the sky and smiled, it turned out that it was so happy to share his dreams with his friends, especially when he could feel the blessings of his friends.

If these words were said in the Xu family, I don't know how many people would laugh at his arrogance.

In Zhongying City, even if he has overwhelmed all the martial artists of the Xu Clan, and he is unable to resist, others will only say that he is just relying on the risk of overdrawing the Kidney Yuan, if it goes on like this for a long time, the Kidney Yuan is exhausted, how can he break through the realm.

The rumor has been spread for a long time, and it has become a fact, and when he gets along with his brothers in the clan, he can always feel the contempt of others.

But on Mi Bai and Tang Luo, I can't feel the slightest, which is really good.

Changfeng Gongzi turned around excitedly, looked at the two of them and said, "What about you, do you have dreams?"

People must always have dreams, otherwise what is the difference between them and salted fish.

Mi Bai glanced at Xu Laoying, stood up and walked to him, looked at Wan Li Yunhai and said with a smile: "I want to raise the children well." ”

Now his life is all he dreams of, doing what he likes to do, and he can exchange it for money.

Business is getting better day by day, so that he can take in more orphans and not starve and freeze.

When he was a child in Xiling, he deeply understood that feeling of loneliness and helplessness, he was not like Xu Laoying, his dreams were awe-inspiring, he just wanted to do his best to help those children who lost everything like him.

For him, this is his biggest dream, which is more important than becoming a master of calligraphy and painting.

Xu Laoying nodded, and said to Tang Luo, "What about you?"

"Me?" Tang Luo stood up with a smile, walked to the two of them, and said lightly: "My dream is a poem. ”

The most uneducated of the three dreamed of a poem, and this speech successfully aroused the idea of the two.

Xu Laoying sighed and asked curiously, "Whose book is it?"

Poetry and books have not been separated since ancient times, and the two who love calligraphy and painting also love poetry, but most of the poems are children's love, and Tang Luo can call it a dream which masterpiece, which masterpiece makes Xu Laoying very curious.

"You probably haven't heard of this guy. ”

"Impossible!" Xu Laoying waved his hand and said resolutely: "The world's poetry is out of Yuanzhou, can there be everyone I don't know?"

The way of poetry and books is in decline, and everyone is even more handful, Xu Laoying, who has loved this way since childhood, does not believe that there are famous poets he does not know, as long as Tang Luobao is named, he can know, at this point, he is extremely confident.

Unless everyone in Tang Luo's mouth is just a little-known wandering poet, what kind of amazing work can such a poet write, and he can make his wise cousin a dream.

So Xu Laoying reminded with concern: "Cousin, don't be bluffed by some wandering poets, some wandering poets have very poor morals, and they always put together some famous masterpieces as their own works to deceive, don't be fooled!"

This kind of wandering poet who cheats to eat and drink has no market in Yuanzhou, but it is not uncommon in other continents.

Xu Laoying was very worried that his cousin would be bluffed by such a person.

"No, this is a poet. Tang Luo replied seriously.

"Poetry Saint!?" Xu Laoying gasped and said hurriedly: "Cousin, you must have been deceived, the way of poetry is extremely difficult, there are many people throughout the ages, but there is no one who can be called a saint, he dares to call himself a poet saint, if it is in the realm of Yuanzhou, he will be drowned by the spittle of the literati just by this wild word." ”

"Yes, Brother Tang, the foolish brother is just a rough way of poetry, but he has never heard of anyone being respected as a poet saint, you ......" Mi Bai wanted to tell Tang Luo that he had been deceived, and he was afraid that he had wronged the person who passed the poem to him, maybe that was really the unborn poet in the sage.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about the origin, do you still listen to the poems?" Tang Luo didn't want to argue with the two, because there was no need to argue about this matter, if he knew that these two people were so serious about the author, he wouldn't even mention it.

After all, compared with the crude poetry of this world, if this poet saint really came, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he could prove the Tao with poetry.

"Listen, of course you have to listen!" Xu Laoying said stubbornly, he had already decided that Tang Luo must have been deceived by the bard, and that poem must be pieced together from other people's poems.

He had already made up his mind to expose the lie of the "wandering poet" and introduce the real poets to his cousin.

Xu Laoying's eyes were full of pity when he looked at Tang Luo.

What kind of broken eyes are you? Tang Luo was very helpless at Xu Laoying's eyes, and recited to himself:

How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone.

Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird.

It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance!

"Okay!" Xu Laoying's eyes were full of brilliance, and he exclaimed: "A good one will be at the top of the mountain, and you can see all the mountains at a glance." My generation of warriors, should climb to the top and overlook the world, this poem is really a strange poem!"

This praise did not elicit a response, because Tang Luo lost his mind for a while at the sea of clouds after reading the poem.

When this poem blurted out just now, he felt a sense of loneliness, a loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow.

Even if you are in the middle of the city, even if you are surrounded by people who love you, you are still lonely.

Because in this world, you only have yourself.

At the end of Wangyue's last word, he suddenly understood that he had become a wanderer in a world.

The ancients used poetry to send affection, and they did not deceive me.

"Oh, it's better to forget. Tang Luo muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Forget, why forgot!" Xu Laoying, who was keenly aware of the six senses, immediately caught this whisper and said excitedly: "The author of this poem is a real person, brother, can you still find him now? I want to print all the poems of this person into a book and spread them all over Yuanzhou!"

After hearing such a poem, Changfeng Gongzi completely forgot how righteous he was just now to criticize the author, and became a fan of the poet saint, and even wanted to preach the name of the poet saint.

Glancing at Xu Laoying, who was full of excitement, Tang Luo said quietly: "I can't find it." ”

Feeling the loneliness in his mood, Xu Laoying was stunned: "How could I not find it?"

Tang Luo didn't answer, just looked at the churning sea of clouds and sighed.

Could it be that this person has passed away? Xu Laoying's heart tightened: "It's a pity that such a character has no chance to see you again!"

The other one, who is immersed in poetry, is much more pragmatic.

"Brother Tang, is this one poem the only one?" Mi Bai asked cautiously.

"One poem?" Tang Luo sighed faintly: "This person wrote more than 1,500 poems in his life, otherwise why would he be respected as a poet saint." ”

This huge number shocked the two of them gasped, especially Xu Laoying, who put together the masterpieces he knew, and there were not a thousand, and Tang Luo actually said that this person's book alone exceeded the sum of the books he had read, how could people not be amazed.

If every capital is as amazing as this one, Xu Laoying's heart can't help pounding.