The carriage came to a slow stop, and out of it came a young man in Chinese costumes of about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Although Zhao Yu has never seen this generation of Yan Shenggong, he has heard it from his father, and knows that this young man is by no means a contemporary Yan Shenggong. Maybe it's a little grandfather in the Confucian Mansion who likes to be lively, this is normal, with the extraordinary status of the Holy Father, how could he interfere in such a boring thing that is almost a dispute in the rivers and lakes, only young people like to hunt for curiosity, and they don't have many scruples.

The little grandfather seemed to be very familiar with Yu Zongbai, and when he got out of the car, the two of them walked side by side, talking and walking on stage.

When the little grandfather came to the stage, whether it was a reckless man from the Taishan faction, or Li Chun's father and son, they all bowed deeply. Yan Shenggong is the undisputed emperor among scholars, and Confucius is the essence of Han culture for thousands of years, and no matter which one is in front of him, he must bow his head.

The little grandfather only waved his hand as a return gift, but he looked at Zhao Yu with interest, and said with a smile: "I dare to test calligraphy with Yu Zongbai, but I didn't expect it to be a young man like you, sure enough, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and his courage is commendable." ”

"Thank you for the compliment. Zhao Yu replied, and then asked the Taishan faction: "Since the arbiter has arrived, can we start?"

The Taishan faction everyone saw that Zhao Yu's expression was still faint, and they were all surprised, and they didn't know where the Li family's father and son invited a simple boy, and they didn't scare him by making such a big battle. It's just that in front of the descendants of Sage Confucius, the reckless men have become humble gentlemen, and after asking the little grandfather and Yu Zongbai, they put up two bookcases, spread out rice paper, and ask the two people to take the test.

That Yu Zongbai also joked with the little grandfather, as if he had agreed on where to go to play afterwards, but he didn't take the competition to heart at all. After a while, I walked to the bookcase, picked up the pen and wrote casually. It's only when he himself knows that he begged for a long time before the little grandfather was willing to come to support him for the scene, although the opponent made him completely unable to raise his morale, but he refused to lose his bearing in front of the little grandfather. Therefore, although it is relaxed on the surface, it is still 120,000 serious inside, and I just hope to impress the little grandfather.

The little grandfather walked over with a smile and saw that what Yu Zongbai wrote was the inscription of the Confucian temple in the south of Yu Shi.

Concerning his brother's life, although Li Muwen was full of confidence in Zhao Yu, he still cautiously came up and glanced at it a few times. At this glance, his face turned pale.

When Li Chun saw his eldest son like this, he knew that something was wrong, and his heart began to panic, and he couldn't help but hold Zhao Yu's arm and said in a deep voice: "Please!"

Li Chengru saw that his father and brother had changed their faces, and when he thought that he might die on the spot in front of everyone's eyes today, how bold Rao was, he was extremely frightened, and his feet were weak and he sat down.

Zhao Yu was originally quite confident, and when he saw Yu Zongbai put pen to paper, he knew that under the fame, this person really had some skills, no wonder even the descendants of Yan Shenggong intersected with him, and calligraphy really had a bit of climate.

At this time, there was no sound in the crowd, but it was not caused by the name of Yan Shenggong. In fact, most of the people in the field are illiterate, and there are many people who don't know the name of the Holy Father. It's not that the Taishan faction has much prestige, it's just that the people remember that bucket of millet and deliberately create it according to the orders of the disciples of the Taishan faction. It can be seen that it is better to do what is ordered than to lure it with profit.

The crowd is crowded, the pins drop can be heard, and the sharp contrast between sight and hearing creates a huge pressure. Rao is Zhao Yu was not shocked, and he couldn't help but get nervous at this time. Although he has a family history, even the calligraphy of Confucius's descendants may not be able to win over his own inheritance, but after all, he is limited by age and cannot fully grasp the essence of the family tradition. And this competition is related to Li Chengru's life, and he must win!

Thinking like this, Zhao Yu's heart became more and more nervous. He simply closed his eyes and began to practice the Qi cultivation method that he had practiced for a long time, and it took a moment for his mind to regain his clarity. Then he picked up the pen, his thoughts flowed and immersed himself in the state of mourning, the pen slowly fell on the paper, and suddenly waved his arms like crazy.

The strong contrast between this movement quickly attracted the attention of the little grandfather, he turned around and walked towards Zhao Yu, but he didn't know that his departure had made Yu Zongbai's breath suddenly drop, and his gestures were scattered a little. Yu Zongbai was immediately alert, but he couldn't help but look at Zhao Yu curiously, but this look, he couldn't put pen to paper anymore!

Zhao Yu was completely unaware of the things around him, and he only saw the three-foot case in front of him in his eyes. After a few breaths, the funeral post penetrates the back of the paper and is deeply embedded in the wood grain!

Seeing that both of them had put away their pens, Taishan sent a few people to step forward to take a look, only to see that the paper in front of Zhao Yu was broken, and he smiled and clapped his hands and said: "This kid is so nervous that the paper is broken, it's not that he has lost!"

At this time, Li Chengru stood up, and when he suddenly heard this, he fell to the ground with a bang.

The little grandfather's face was solemn, and he got closer and closer, and in the end, he pushed Zhao Yu away, bent down and stuck to the table, stretched out his fingers and swiped over the ink that had seeped into the wood grain, and there was a sound in his mouth.

After a long time, he raised his head, looked at Yu Zongbai, who was a little pale, and said, "Brother Yu, you should be famous in history in a hundred years......

When Yu Zongbai heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then guessed: Could it be that the little grandfather is ready to help himself because of his past friendship?

And all the people of the Taishan faction also smiled and said: "Mr. Yu refused to agree before, but this time you know that you have gained a great reputation this time! The descendants of Sage Kong all praise you for going down in history!"

However, the next sentence that the little grandfather spit out instantly knocked them to the bottom: "Because of this mourning post!"

Needless to say, what the outcome will be. Li Chun had been holding his breath and tensing his nerves, but at this moment he suddenly relaxed, and his strength suddenly collapsed, smashing all the planks under his feet, and falling off the stage with a bang.

Zhao Yu squinted on the side, smiled and said secretly: I don't know how much stronger this pure internal force is than me, this old boy still has the face to say that his own Yanwu Xiuwen!

Only then did the little grandfather turn his head and look at Zhao Yu seriously, and after staring for a moment, he asked, "How old are you?"

Zhao Yu replied: "Family ancestor Zhao Ziang." "Just these five words, no more words.

After hearing this, the little grandfather showed an expression on his face that should have been like this, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Zhao Hanlin's third son, and I and your second brother Zhao Lin are still classmates of Guozixue!"

His face suddenly turned pale, and he said: "You and I are good at home, but you can't enter the door, this is not etiquette!"

Zhao Yu was stunned, and didn't know how to answer, but he saw the little grandfather put his hand on the bookcase and said, "I will accept this case and count it as your apology!"

Over there, Yu Zongbai suddenly laughed and said: "It turns out that I lost to Zhao Mengfu's grandson, Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy and painting are unique, and he is the crown of the Yuan people!

Zhao Yu looked at Yu Zongbai, then looked at the little grandfather, and asked, "Your friend?"

The little grandfather shook his head resolutely: "I don't know!"

The Taishan faction painstakingly designed this situation, but in the end it ended hastily. It's just that its measures to distribute grain are spreading farther and farther, and the refugees from Shandong flocked to the foot of Mount Tai, and they couldn't stop, so they had to pour out their savings to help the victims, and a righteous act spread all over the world. gained a good reputation, but scattered all the wealth, and a sect that had just improved quickly fell into decline, and it was not until hundreds of years later that it gradually recovered, which is all for later.

The Li family was able to tide over the difficulties, and they were overjoyed. It's just that Li Chun came out of the stage in embarrassment, but he saw that the little grandfather of Confucius gave Zhao Yu's ink treasure, which made his plan to use it for his own inheritance fell through, and he was a little disappointed.

The little grandfather invited Zhao Yu to return home as a guest, but Zhao Yu politely declined. The little grandfather didn't say much, he was still worried that if Zhao Yuruo came to visit his home, the elders asked how the two met, but leaked what he was messing around with today. Say goodbye twice.

After returning to Lijiazhuang, Li Chun pressed Zhao Yu down with a serious face, and then the father and son bowed to each other.

Zhao Yu hurriedly got up to avoid it and said, "Today's matter is just a gesture, and it doesn't deserve such a big gift from the owner." ”

Li Chun straightened up and said: "Brother Zhao was the emperor of the previous dynasty, how could Li Chun have the honor of being handed over!"

"Master Li Zhuang said seriously, people are not animals, and they can't talk about some bloodline and family history. You and I have a relationship, the most important thing is to know the heart, so to put it this way, it makes Zhao Yu embarrassed! Besides, I know that my ancestors Qu Shi Hu Yuan with the blood of the imperial family are extremely bad in the wild. ”

Li Chun shook his head and said loudly: "Ling Zu Mengfu Gong was the emperor in the previous dynasty, and the official residence of the current dynasty is a product, and the opportunity is bizarre, which is really amazing." The so-called loss of integrity is just a rotten and sour word in the market. Even though Ling Zu sacrificed his life to become benevolent, he added a righteous story to the world. However, as far as our Han civilization is concerned, it is a big loss! Between gains and losses, there is one heart, and Zhao Gongzi does not have to worry about the words of fools. ”

Zhao Yu heard Li Chun say this, if his father heard this evaluation, he might be able to relieve his depression a little. He said again: "I have a relationship with the owner of Li Zhuang, and I don't talk about my family background, if you call me son, I am embarrassed to stay in the mansion and talk about it." ”

Unexpectedly, Li Muwen next to him took Zhao Yu's words seriously, jumped up and hugged Zhao Yu, and shouted: "Master, don't go!"

In the laughter, the original embarrassing atmosphere was swept away.

The haze dissipated, and the Li family held a feast that day, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

At night, Zhao Yu was about to go to sleep, but saw Li Chun walking into the room with a booklet in his hand.

"I can't thank you enough, I know that Brother Zhao loves martial arts. This booklet records my Li family's flying knife skills, if you don't dislike it, I'm willing to give it away!"

Zhao Yu smiled, and the heart was finally here.

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