A noble kid curiously leaned behind him, looked at the five-fingered mountain painting in front of him, and suddenly exclaimed: "This painting is really amazing!"

"Three or two strokes outline the appearance of Wuzhi Mountain, and the most important thing is the artistic conception in this painting, which makes people feel as if they are there.

Looking at this painting, looking at this mountain, I can no longer tell which mountain is the real Wuzhi Mountain inside and outside the painting. ”

Behind him, a group of noble children also gathered around, curious and watching.

When I saw the painting, I was amazed and amazed that he could paint such a good work at such a young age.

The young man listened to the praise behind him, but he was also calm, and he was about to come to Lin Fang with the drawing paper.

"The five peaks are connected like fingers, supporting half of the wall of Yanzhou.

At night, the Milky Way picks up the stars, and the clouds and smoke fall towards the exploration blue.

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At this moment, I heard a childish voice behind me.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and looked surprised.

"This poem······ It's just wonderful. ”

That's right, the image of Wuzhi Mountain, as well as the beauty of Wuzhi Mountain, are vividly described. ”

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The children of the aristocracy were amazed, and their eyes were full of surprise when they looked at the young man in white.

As teenagers, why are you two so good?

Not to be outdone, we can't paint, but not necessarily when writing poetry.

After all, Tang poetry and Song lyrics, popular poetry in the Tang Dynasty.

Everyone knows a few poems, let alone these noble children.

Immediately, one by one, they wanted to create a poem and fight back.

However, he couldn't hold back a word.

After all, in front of this poem, whenever they want to speak, they will feel a sense of self-shame, and they will shut their mouths again.

Lin Fang didn't understand the meaning of this poem, but looking at everyone's appearance, he also knew that this poem should not be much worse.

Just as Lin Fang wanted to speak, he saw the young man who painted and said to the person who was reciting the poem: "I don't know who my brother's surname is, this poem is really wonderful, and I admire it." ”

The boy was dressed in a green shirt and was emaciated, about eleven or twelve years old.

Hearing this, he smiled faintly and arched his hand: "In Xia Meng Hao, the word Haoran, I have seen Brother Tai." ”

"In Xia Wu Daozi, the word Daoxuan, you can call me Daoxuan. ”

Wu Daozi dragged the rice paper with both hands, and also arched his hand.

"Brother Daoxuan. ”

Meng Haoran smiled and lifted Wu Daozi's arms and said: "Your painting is not simple, you painted this five-finger mountain vividly, and I was fascinated by it." ”

"Where, Brother Haoran's poems shocked me, as if entering a wonderful pastoral place. ”

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Listening to the two businesses blowing each other, the audience in the live broadcast room was already dumbfounded

"I'm rubbing, Meng Haoran! Landscape Pastoral Poet, I'm learning his poems. ”

"Coincidentally, so did we. Brother Monkey, I want to ask him what kind of mood he was in when he wrote "The Old Man's Village", what kind of thoughts and emotions did he express when he stayed until the Double Ninth Day, and he came to chrysanthemums?"

"Same question. I don't understand what our teacher is saying at all, can you let Meng Haoran, the author, teach us a lesson in person?"

"I'm going to attend the class in person, and I can pay for it. ”

"Anyway, is there no one Wu Daozi? That's a painting saint! The Tang Dynasty has three unique and five saints, and this time Wu Daozi actually came. ”

"Brother Monkey, get that painting in your hands, I want it. ”

"I want Meng Haoran to write a poem by hand. ”

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Looking at the barrage in the live broadcast room, Lin Fang couldn't help but think, what would Meng Haoran, the author, take classes in person?

Thinking like this, Lin Fang raised his head and interrupted Eryang: "Both, both of you are very talented, I will predict the future for you, but you must give me the poem and painting just now, and Meng Haoran has to give me an extra class, okay?"

"The Great Sage is going to predict the future!"

"Great Sage, can you help me predict what will happen to me in the future? Will I soar and marry the princess?"

"You really want to be beautiful, just like you, and you still want to win the princess? ”

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Before Li Bai and Wu Daozi could speak, a group of tourists had already pushed and squeezed into contention.

Lin Fang didn't look at these people, these were the children of the Tang Dynasty nobles, and there were no historical celebrities at all.

"Foreseeing the future. ”

Meng Haoran suddenly said excitedly: "If the Great Sage doesn't dislike the clumsy work in the next, he is willing to write down the poem and send it to the Great Sage." ”

"That's good. Lin Fang grinned, and immediately looked at Wu Daozi, "What about you?"

Thanks to the great sage's refusal to give up, Wu Daozi is willing to give this painting to the great sage. Wu Daozi arched his hand.

Lin Fang nodded, and then said, "Then I will calculate a hexagram for the two of you." ”

In this way, Lin Fang had already pinched his fingers and calculated.

After a long time, he said in vain: "There are three absolute and five saints in the Tang Dynasty, Wu Daozi, you should have a saint." ”

"Really?"

Wu Daozi was suddenly excited.

The others looked at Wu Daozi with envy, and couldn't help but say, "Why is he a saint?" Great Sage, can you see if I have it?"

"Great Sage, look at me, I think I'm better than him. ”

They didn't doubt Lin Fang's words, after all, this was a calculation of the Tang Dynasty National Reading Monkey in conversation with Yuan Gang and the two masters!

And the last time Di Renjie came to Chang'an, the great sage estimated that he would definitely be in the Ming Sutra, and then he did.

Therefore, everyone is very convinced of Lin Fang's ability to calculate and predict.

But seeing that Lin Fang didn't pay attention to such a person at all, he had already calculated it again.

After a long time, he looked up at Meng Haoran and said, "As for you, you have no life as an official in your life." ”

"Great Sage, did you miscalculate, how could I ·····"

Meng Haoran suddenly felt like he had been hit hard, and his already pale face suddenly turned pale, and he said in disbelief: "I learned calligraphy at the age of three, memorized poems at the age of five, composed couplets at the age of seven, composed poems at the age of eight, and now at the age of twelve, my poetry has reached a certain level, even if I am not as good as an adult, why can't I be an official?"

Lin Fang looked at him like an idiot, "If you are good at poetry, it doesn't mean that you can be an official." ”

"But don't worry, although you don't have the order to be an official, but the poems are really good, and they will be passed down through the ages, and they will be called the famous landscape pastoral poets of the Tang Dynasty by later generations, and they are known as Monshan. ”

Lin Fangzhu persuaded: "It is recommended that you find a place to live in seclusion in the countryside, and it is also a good choice to write more poems after this life." ”

The young Meng Haoran bit his lip tightly, his face full of unwillingness and stubbornness.

"I don't believe it! People will win, I believe that I, Meng Haoran, will definitely be able to become an official. ”

Meng Haoran's immature voice sounded in the Five Fingers Mountain, full of firmness.

Lin Fang pouted, "Whatever you want, don't forget to stay for a class anyway!"