Hu Zining held this poem, like a treasure, his mood was out of control, and he muttered to himself.

Meng Beiliu was surprised, glanced over, and saw that it was a song of five uniques: "Send each other off in the mountains, cover the firewood at dusk, spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return?"

Very straightforward verses, simple rhyme, belongs to the level of work, but in this stack of poems, it can only be regarded as medium.

However, the poetry is touching with emotion, and it should be a certain line of poetry in it that just touched Hu Zining's heart.

Thinking of some rumors, Meng Beiliu was suddenly relieved.

After a while, Hu Zining calmed down and said apologetically: "Zining lost his temper, I hope the teacher will forgive me." ”

Meng Beiliu said: "Master Hu doesn't have to be polite, in fact, you don't have to come to the Liucao Hall, it's just a study tour, and you don't need to be a disciple." ”

Hu Zining said with a straight face: "That's not good, since I entered here and listened to the master's lectures, I am a student." Respecting teachers is the norm of people. ”

After a pause, he continued to flip through the rest of the poems, read them one by one, and finally picked up the one that moved him just now: "Teacher, I have a reluctant request." ”

Meng Beiliu is different from Chen Youniao, of course, he will not say anything like "don't ask if you are reluctant": "Please speak." ”

"Can I bookmark this poem?"

Hu Zining said: "I mean, I will take the original work and copy another copy to keep. ”

Meng Beiliu thought for a while: "This is written by a bird, and I should have told him." But I made an appointment with him to exchange books for poems, so I could handle it on my own. Since you want it, take it. ”

Hu Zining said happily: "Thank you for the teacher's success." ”

So he took the four treasures of the study and copied them.

Meng Beiliu looked at his handwriting, slender and delicate, stroke by stroke, writing extremely beautifully, and said that "people are like their words", and it was so.

"Then I'll take my leave. ”

Holding the poem, Hu Zining couldn't wait to leave, and when he went outside, the wrinkled old servant stood by the side of the carriage: "Childe's face is happy, is there anything to gain?"

Hu Zining raised his hand, the paper fluttered, held back his excitement, and lowered his voice, so as not to be overheard by outsiders: "Look, between the lines, there is a breath, I can feel it, it is the legendary literary atmosphere." ”

The old servant asked in surprise, "Did that kid really write it?"

Hu Zining nodded vigorously.

The old servant asked: "It's just that many people in the literary world are difficult to write and get angry, how can he write just a young man?"

Hu Zining blinked: "I also think it's strange, and he wrote it, and he didn't care about it, he actually used such treasures and handed them over to Meng Fuzi, just in exchange for a little time to study." ”

The old servant smashed his lips: "In that case, the best explanation is that he didn't know that he had written a literary work." ”

Hu Zining thought for a while: "It's possible. ”

The old servant said: "Childe, the spirit is of great use to your healing, after feeling and absorbing, you can be focused, pleasant, quiet, and bright." ”

"Well, it's a pity that there isn't much breath on it, and it's gone after one use. ”

"If that kid can write the first time, he will definitely be able to write the second time. I went and arrested him, locked him up in a small house, and forced him to write every day, but he couldn't write it, and he didn't give him food. ”

The old servant said viciously.

Hu Zining smiled dumbly: "You frightened him, he couldn't write." This kind of thing should be emotional, reasonable, and natural. ”

"But I see you suffering every day, and my heart is anxious. ”

The old servant stomped his foot: "Otherwise, we will go directly to the door to ask for poetry, doesn't he want to read? Let's use a horse-drawn carriage to transport a few carts of books in exchange." This kid has obviously become a Taoist priest, but he still comes to study and take the imperial examination, which is really freak. ”

"It's not surprising that people have their own aspirations and ideas. Moreover, cultivation and study can also be done at the same time. ”

"Hehe, limited energy, distraction, but nothing can be accomplished. ”

Hu Zining's eyes flashed: "I think he became a Taoist priest after he was repatriated, and he felt that his potential was exhausted, and his path to cultivation ended here, so he turned to study, hoping to be named on the gold list." ”

The old servant said, "It should be so...... Not to mention his future, Childe, we have to hurry up and ask for poetry. ”

Hu Zining smiled bitterly: "I also think, it's just a work of literary style, and it won't be written so easily." Again, be natural, not deliberate. What would he think if we were to transport a few truckloads of books to change them in a big way, which would be too abrupt? Moreover, he might not be able to write poetry, and poetry in the normal sense would be useless even if it was written in a variety of flowers. ”

The old servant said with annoyance: "Also, the thing of breath is already ethereal. But this doesn't work, that doesn't work, you can't wait for it. ”

Suddenly, he clapped his hands: "Yes, since he came to study, he wants to take the imperial examination, nine times out of ten, he is going to the official career." Men, fame and power, both are things that ambition pursues. Then let's just add fuel to the fire and help him become famous. When he has a certain fame, he makes people buy his poems, calligraphy and paintings at a high price. In this way, there is an endless stream of people who come to the door to ask for words and poems, so he must write more. As long as you write too much, you will have the opportunity to appear in a literary work. ”

Hu Zining said: "This method is feasible, but fame comes too quickly, and I am worried that he will be too young and will not be able to stand it and get lost." ”

The old servant said loudly: "He is a cultivator, if he doesn't even have this bit of concentration, he will easily sink in the red dust and wealth, it will be too bad." Besides, our move is essentially helping him, and there are many scholars in the world who are eager for fame and fortune, and they are eager for it, but they can't ask for it? Besides, isn't Mengfuzi doing the same thing when he recommends his poems in the literary world? Mengfuzi wants to help him when he is a proud protégé. As for us, we have other needs, both are the same approach, the difference is in the strength, anyway, we are helping him. To put it nicely, it's called 'noble people helping each other'. ”

Hu Zining smiled slightly and did not speak.

In fact, what the old servant said is indeed this truth. Chen Youniao gained both fame and fortune, and there was no damage. As for the side effects of becoming famous too quickly and making too many profits, it is simply a full man who does not know that he is hungry, and he is very hypocritical.

The old servant continued: "The most important reason is that this kid is indeed literary and poetic. ”

Hu Zining said: "Okay, then you can do it, don't be too anxious, step by step." ”

"Hehe, don't worry, childe, I understand. ”

Hu Zining got into the carriage and sat in it, his hands spread out, and the poem on his lap.

Chen Youniao's words, the pen is sharp, there is a thin and dangerous meaning, thin and fleshy, the penmanship is exposed, and it looks very spiritual. It's just that the pause and turning point are a little stiffer. But it's not a big problem, and with time and practice, you can fully mature.

"This person not only writes poems well, but also has the potential to become everyone......"

Hu Zining secretly praised, restrained his spirit, and began to feel the breath between the lines.

Horse-drawn carriages rode out into the bustling streets.

It was bustling outside, but it was quiet inside.

After a while, the settled beard Ning suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, the paper on his legs slammed, the pen and ink on it fell off like powder, and he fell to the ground, and in a blink of an eye, there was only a blank piece of paper left.