Didn't you just say that people are illiterate?

Well, now, the two sentences written when practicing calligraphy casually shocked everyone.

Li Bai couldn't help frowning when he saw that everyone had such a big reaction because of these two words, in fact, he had already known through the memory of the little monk before that there had never been a person like Su Shi in this world, not only that, but even Li Bai and Du Fu did not.

However, there are also many poets and lyricists that Li Bai has never heard of, and these people have also written a lot of masterpieces.

After comparing the handwriting on the wooden board and the rice paper, everyone has determined that this is indeed Li Bai's handwriting.

Zhou Bangyan's face was already flushed at this moment, as if he wanted to speak and stopped, and finally spoke: "I don't know...... Does the little master have a complete composition?"

This poem has such a deterrent effect in just two sentences, if there is really a whole poem, I am afraid that no one will dare to write words in this Mid-Autumn Festival poem.

"Is Brother Zhou a little greedy?" said a talented man when he heard this.

In fact, if it is just two fragments, Zhou Bangyan will not feel that he can't write it, these are obtained by chance, and the inspiration is fleeting, which all people who have written poems will have, but it is difficult to write a poem completely.

"It seems that I am indeed greedy. Zhou Bangyan shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Such a masterpiece, if it can really fill in the whole head, it will definitely be passed down for a hundred generations......

Although there are only two sentences, no one in the crowd thinks that Li Bai is not qualified to talk about poetry here.

Zhou Bangyan is also a person with his own arrogance, he smiled slightly: "This Li Bai is a great master, but he also has an occasional lyric work in the next one, I hope you will evaluate it." ”

"Nandu Shi Dai sweeps the clear mountain. Thin clothing is resistant to cold. ...... The old garden is happy without wind and rain, and the spring birds report peace. Zhou Bangyan shook the folding fan lightly and chanted vigorously.

When a poem was sung, everyone began to fall silent, bowing their heads and chewing on the artistic conception of the word.

Although it is not a Mid-Autumn Festival, it is also a first-class lyric, if you just extract one or two sentences in it, of course, it is not as good as what Li Bai wrote before, but this is a complete poem, the meaning is different, each sentence is carefully carved, in order to become a complete poem.

"What a spring bird, report safety! Brother Zhou is worthy of being the first genius in Tang Ruocheng!" everyone clapped their hands and praised.

"Good words!

Li Bai also nodded at this moment and said, "Awesome!"

Sure enough, the ability of ancient people to write words is extraordinary, and Li Bai really praises it in his heart.

"The discipline is strict, and the language is elegant and elegant, what a masterpiece!" said the little lord with admiration.

It's just that as soon as Zhou Bangyan's word came out, all the talented people felt a little angry, and they were compared to a little monk before?

However, this little monk is still just a sweeper?

Besides, in front of a beautiful woman like Master Li, how can they have the face of this group of talents?

At this time, everyone couldn't help but look at Li Bai, as if this word was written by them.

"Guys have a good reputation. Zhou Bangyan arched his hand: "The quality of the lyrics is still far inferior to that of this little master Li Bai." ”

"How come, although Master Li Bai's words are also good words, there are only two sentences...... Brother Zhou's is a whole ......"

Li Bai shook his head and smiled bitterly, it turned out that he was not convinced: "Don't get me wrong, my duty is only to clean the temple, and I am not interested in poetry, I just came to remind you not to litter anymore." ”

After that, Li Bai was leaving.

Not interested?

What's it packed in?

"Eh?" The talented people obviously didn't expect Li Bai to say this, but when they heard it, they felt that Li Bai looked down on them at all: "I don't think I can write better words than Brother Zhou, so I use such an excuse, right?"

"I read the two sentences you wrote before and the writing taste, I didn't expect it to be such a person. ”

The piercing voices of discussion kept sounding behind Li Bai.

"I'm afraid, this poetry meeting, Brother Zhou won the first prize again, I heard that the color of this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is a Jiaowei qin worth a thousand gold, I'm afraid it will also belong to Brother Zhou. ”

"What is this, it can win the favor of the princess of Chengguo, and it is even more envious of others. ”

Forehead?

Li Bai blinked his eyes and was stunned, it was worth a thousand gold? Just write the first word! Ancient people are really ...... It's so cool!

"Whose poems are the first to get something worth a thousand gold?" Li Bai's eyes lit up.

The others were also a little surprised by the sudden change in his attitude, and Master Li explained, "Of course!"

Li Bai suddenly turned around and sighed: "Do you have paper and pen?"

"What do you want pen and paper?" Master Li's eyes lit up, as if he was looking forward to something.

Li Bai said with a gloomy face: "I want to practice calligraphy." ”

Everyone originally came here to chant poems against them, of course, there were pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, and someone brought them after a while.

Li Bai didn't say much, picked up the brush and wrote on the white paper.

"What is he going to do? is he really practicing calligraphy?" asked the talented man suspiciously.

"Is this the name of the word plate? Is he going to fill in the first word here?"

"This ...... Good words need to be polished, and if you get two sentences, you have to forcibly complete them. ”

"That's a ruin of the original word......"

Li Bai continued to write, ignoring the crowd.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves on the rows of ugly letters, and the number of onlookers grew, and the expressions on their faces became more and more strange.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on those few lines, and the little monk who wrote lightly put down the brush: "I only know poetry, is it really good to write this person well? Or is he better at doing things than ordinary people?"

After a long time, someone murmured: "Thousands of miles together Chanjuan......"

"This is complete?"

Soon after, there was a strange story in Tang Ruocheng, it is said that Zhou Bangyan, the first genius of Tang Ruocheng, returned from Jinshan Temple and invalidated all the words he had written a few days ago, and created them behind closed doors.

It's not just Zhou Bangyan, I heard that the little county lord came back from Jinshan Temple, but he also closed his door......

......

At the same time, the news that Li Bai defeated the bandit Sha Feilong with his bare hands in the temple also spread in the temple.

"Have you heard? Sha Feilong, that bandit was captured in our Jinshan Temple, and that Li Bai turned out to be a peerless master!"

"Which Li Bai is the senior brother of Luohan Hall?"

"Really! The senior brother of Luohan Hall didn't make a move, so Sha Feilong knelt on the ground and begged for mercy!"

"I've heard of Sha Feilong, although he is not a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, his martial arts are still good......

"We have such a master in Jinshan Temple? I would like to ask him for advice. ”

......

"Which Li Bai? Could it be the one who swept the floor? How could it be? I didn't see him practice martial arts all day except eating and sleeping. ”

"You say that waste? I caught a chicken and asked him to help, but he didn't dare to do it!"

“...... Brother, you seem to have said something wrong! You're finished! I'm going to tell the elders! You've broken your vows!"

"Brother, don't ...... Don't talk to the elders......"

......

Originally, it became a hot topic of discussion in the entire Jinshan Temple, but after learning that Li Bai was actually a sweeper, he slowly stopped the discussion.

After all, no one believed that this little monk who swept the floor knew martial arts.

However, after such a thing, Li Bai's reputation spread in the temple, and his reputation was already bad, but now it has become the object of everyone's attention, and almost everyone knows that if Li Bai fails to pass the Dharma assessment four days later, he will become the first monk to be driven down the mountain.

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In the meditation room, Yuantong called Hui'an over: "Hui'an, do you know what Li Bai has been doing these days?"

"Master, I've been paying attention to Li Bai these days, he is busy cleaning the temple every day, and sometimes he scribbles on rice paper. Hui An said.

"What? He hasn't been to the Scripture Pavilion in the past few days?" Yuantong frowned, after all, he had a bet with Li Bai, of course he would still pay attention to it.

"No, he seems to be quite laid-back, and sometimes he goes to play chess. Hui An also said suspiciously.

"Has he given up yet?" Yuantong relieved himself, nodded, and then asked, "Have you heard anything in the temple recently?"

Hui An hesitated for a moment and said, "Master is saying that Li Bai defeated Sha Feilong?"

Seeing that Yuantong nodded, Hui An whispered: "Actually, I was also present at the time. ”

"Is he really good at martial arts?" Yuantong frowned.