"Seiko is wonderful, elegant and vulgar appreciation!"

Chen Chucai stood firm, although he was out of breath, he didn't forget to praise it.

Although I don't know how to chant poetry, I rashly broke into the Qingzhu courtyard, and I don't know what the owner's attitude is, it's always good to shoot a few sycophants first!

Jin Yanxi looked suspicious and exclaimed: "Little gentleman........"

Chen Chucai didn't care about his face at this time, and hurriedly shouted: "It's that wild wolf tiger handsome, chasing me all the way here." ”

At this time, in the bamboo forest 100 meters away from the fence wall, the figure of the golden tiger tower appeared, and the sound of "click" came, which was the sound of its iron lance breaking the green bamboo.

The old man in cloth frowned, and shouted: "Where did the reckless man come from, he actually broke so much bamboo from me, don't you know that green bamboo is also alive?"

As he said this, the old man raised his hand, and the wine in the pot flew out from the spout, and it was a hundred meters away, and the amount was ......... It's like a stream, where can a small wine jug hold!

Suddenly, like a torrential rain falling, the noisy recklessness and messy killing in the bamboo forest were hurriedly silent, leaving only a misty rain.

As the rain and mist slowly dispersed, what fell into Chen Chucai's eyes was no longer the original scene of the bamboo forest!

Outside the low wall of the fence, you can see the peach dew of March, the thick spring is boundless, and the murmur of the swallows is gradually fading, like a dream that will never return. The young man was surprised to himself, but he saw that the picture changed, the boundless bamboo sea turned into a vast ocean, there were stormy waves, there were blue waves, and there were clouds in the world........

And the wild wolf golden tiger is like a headless fly, holding an iron lance, slashing horizontally in the clouds, stirring up emerald green bamboo leaves, flying all over the sky.

"The Western barbarians who don't know how to educate have injured the old man a lot of bamboo!"

The old man in cloth clothes turned pale, and his anger suddenly rose, his right arm raised the cloth shirt, and the long sleeves were thrown out.

The wind and clouds changed suddenly, the rain and mist in the bamboo forest cleared, and those falling bamboo leaves seemed to be rolled into a bunch by an invisible force, turning into a sharp bamboo sword, and slammed towards the body of the wild wolf golden tiger.

"Boom ......"

With an explosion, the bamboo sword spread out and turned into powder, and the tower-like body of the Golden Tiger flew out more than ten zhang upside down, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "bang".

The old man was still angry, and a fierce aura above his head continued to ripple out, and he shouted angrily: "Roll down the top of the mountain within ten breaths, and then dare to appear within a hundred miles of Dongshan, you will definitely take the dog's life." ”

Chen Chucai stood beside the old man, although he didn't feel the pressure, he clearly felt that the powerful and boundless aura overshadowed his own essence and blood qi a thousand times, ten thousand times.

The way of Confucianism is so strong that it is unimaginable!

In amazement, the young man found that the wild wolf tiger handsome who had climbed up in the bamboo forest had stumbled and fled down the mountain.

Chen Chucai was shocked, and respectfully bowed to the old man: "Chen Shisan, thank you for the rescue." ”

The third prince hurriedly spoke: "Hua Fuzi, this Chen Shi Brother is the little gentleman mentioned by Yan Xi. ”

"Is that you?"

The old man in the cloth shirt looked incredulous, looked at the young man carefully, walked to the side of the stone table and picked up the paper scroll, and asked: "This article "will enter the wine", is it really written by the little brother?"

At this moment, Chen Chucai had not yet come back to his senses from the shock, and when he heard the old man's question, he didn't dare to answer casually for a while.

The old man in the cloth shirt is obviously a reclusive Confucian, his cultivation is unfathomable, and his literary skills are naturally extraordinary, how can he be so easily coaxed to pass the test?

However, since you are a thief, you are not afraid to catch stolen goods.

Now, of course, I can only grit my teeth and admit it, and I have to make an appointment with tears in my eyes!

So, the young man's face relaxed, and he replied respectfully: "Hurry up and write books, extremely vulgar! How dare Mr. Lao ask." ”

"Extremely vulgar! little brother, who are you going to slap in the face?"

The old man smiled loudly, and then asked with a straight face: "I don't know where the little brother is taught, which side of the great Confucianism taught the high feet?" As far as the old man knows, there seems to be no high-grade Confucian scholars in the Western Barbarian Plains. ”

The young man groaned slightly and replied, "When you are an elder, you don't dare to hide it." Chen 13 is not a member of the Xihuang tribe, living in Putuo Hainan Island, family preschool, this trip to the mainland is to travel to the academic training, increase knowledge. Met with the Feiman Department in the Lancang Mountains and entered the Lancang County together. ”

"Haha........ I see!"

Jin Yanxi, who was standing on the side, seemed to suddenly realize, and said with a smile: "But Mr. Xiao's poems are quite rough and majestic in the Western Barbarian Plain, so Yanxi has to believe it." ”

The old man in the cloth shirt was so shrewd, he was suspicious of Chen Chucai's family history, and he didn't believe that an ignorant young man could make such a magnificent chapter, so he glanced at Chen Chucai again, which made the helpless young man feel creepy.

Chen Chucai hurriedly covered up, curled his mouth, and said: "Chen Shisan's unintentional mistakes, please don't blame the third son." ”

Jin Yanxi looked excited and said, "It's not strange...... It's no wonder! Hua Fuzi is a contemporary Confucian, and Mr. Xiao is fortunate to find "Yao Zhuxuan", but it is fate, don't miss the opportunity to ask for advice. ”

"Chen Shisanzheng has this intention!"

The young man replied, but his heart was embarrassed, and he didn't know how he could ask for advice.

I saw the old man smile slightly, and said: "The little brother has a chest and abdomen and a book of poems, since he has entered the bamboo garden, why not make a poem in the scenery, so that the old man can be refreshed." ”

"Writing poems on the spot, allegorical in the scene?"

Chen Chucai was stunned when he landed, and he was able to make a poem in seven steps with his half-hung article?

However, Hua Fuzi was obviously studying himself, and if someone refused, he would naturally be exposed, so he could only nod and answer: "The class has an axe, I'm afraid the elders will laugh." ”

When the old man in cloth saw the young man's crisp answer, his face suddenly showed joy, and he replied with a smile: "The old man has never been stingy in teaching the younger generations, where will he laugh at it." ”

"That'...... Shall I try?"

Chen Chucai has always had no confidence, grinding and grinding, but in fact, he is searching his intestines and scraping his belly, looking for a poem that suits the situation, and prevaricating to pass the test.

After a moment of silence, the young man was already in his chest, and he bowed his hand: "Please Huafuzi axe!"

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

The young man read out two sentences, and then paused for a while, seemingly thinking, but in fact, he was observing the words and colors of the old man in cloth, making sure that his expression was not abnormal, and the tampered verses came out of his mouth......

The rain and mist are covered among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The bamboo noise is awake, and the clouds are moving and the sun is returning.

Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

"Okay, good...... The pen of genius is ingenious! Mr. Xiao is really a genius in the poetry world. ”

The third son, who was staying on the side, actually picked up the pen and ink, recorded the poems recited by the young man on paper, and presented them to the old man in cloth, with a look and expression that was like madness.

The reborn young man was not arrogant or impatient, and clenched his fists respectfully towards the old man: "Writing in a hurry, thinking is limited, Mr. Dharma is like a torch, please give me advice." ”

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