"My generation is a role model?" Chen Guhong's heart sank, and when he saw the admiration on Wang Song's face, he gave birth to a strange heart. I thought to myself, "My friend has always been witty and humorous, not very serious. Even the great grandmaster Ruan Yu was only admired by him because of his official position, and he could not reach the realm of a model for my generation. Who the hell is this man?"

Thinking about it, Chen Guhong asked, "Who?"

The classmates present also showed curiosity.

"It is a talented man in Xuanzhou, and Liang Sheng, a student member of the government. Wang Song's face was full of admiration.

"Is that Liang Sheng, who can sing at the age of five, write poems at the age of seven, and become a talent at the age of twelve?" Chen Guhong said with a look of surprise on his face.

"Is it him?? Is he coming to the Huangshan Poetry Society? You must know that there are thousands of miles here in Xuanzhou. ”

"It's amazing. ”

The classmates present were shocked again.

The circle of readers and readers is very circulating.

Talented people are always talked about.

Today, there are many rising stars in the country like carp crossing the river, but this Xuanzhou talent Liang Sheng is one of the romantic figures. He is only eighteen years old this year, born in Xuanzhou scholarly family, a prominent family, within five generations, there have been eight jinshi, twelve people.

There are two senior officials in the court and two people of the same clan, who are also officials in the court.

Illustrious family background and past resume have made him famous.

Even children like Chen Guhong, who don't pay much attention to the circle of readers, have heard of his reputation.

Talented people will make people respect.

Although Chen Guhong has been created by the Yuan Shen, he is mysterious and intelligent. But it is also because of this that it is considered that ordinary people can have such great talent and deserve respect.

"With these three highlights, this time the Huangshan Poetry Club should indeed be seen. Chen Guhong thought in his heart.

"How about it, let's go together??? I'll cover all the expenses of this trip. Immediately, Wang Song put on a posture that I am a local tyrant and asked his classmates.

However, there are many classmates who have thoughts, but few who actually take action.

"I still have to write to support my family. ”

"Soon after, the county exam was held again, and I had to study hard to get into the show. ”

Everyone shook their heads and said. Some people also said to Wang Song: "Brother Wang, although the poetry club is lively, we are just children." I didn't even pass the exam, so if I went there and met the scholar, I was afraid that I would be said to be idle. ”

"It's just a gimmick, we don't have much poetry talent, so it's impossible to soar into the sky and see Grandmaster Ruan. The important advantage of going this time is to see Shi Miaomiao and that Liang Sheng. ”

Wang Song looked excited and agitated.

But everyone had concerns, and in the end, only Chen Guhong agreed to go together. Immediately, Wang Song burst into tears, put his hand on Chen Guhong's shoulder, and said straightly: "Good brother, be righteous." ”

Soon after, the meeting was dispersed. Chen Guhong and Wang Song made an appointment to go out tomorrow. Chen Guhong returned home and told Chen Xiuxiu about it.

Chen Guhong has only been active in the county since he was a child, and the Yellow Mountain is hundreds of miles away. Chen Xiuxiu was naturally relieved, and with tears in her eyes, she persuaded Chen Guhong not to go.

Although Chen Guhong was very moved, he insisted on going to see it, so he also explained it to Chen Xiuxiu. As soon as Chen Xiuxiu heard that she could meet the student officer, she reluctantly agreed.

But I still be careful to advise Chen Guhong to be careful on the road.

Early the next morning, Wang Song came with his domestic slaves in a carriage. Before Chen Guhong got into the car, Chen Xiuxiu held Chen Guhong's hand, wiped her tears, and wiped them with a handkerchief. said: "Be careful on the road, don't look back when you encounter a robber, run immediately." ”

"Got it, my good sister. Chen Guhong couldn't cry or laugh, took the handkerchief and wiped his tears for his sister, waved his hand, and got into the car under Chen Xiuxiu's reluctant gaze.

Surrounded by several house slaves, the carriage slowly left the city and headed for Huangshan.

Huangshan Poetry Society, three highlights. People's hearts float and are leisurely fascinated. The carriage traveled, watching the scenery along the way, and the two arrived at Huangshan.

Huangshan.

This mountain is not high, some delicate, not majestic, and no danger. But it is very famous, a very famous mountain in Hangshan Province and even Liangzhou.

Legend has it that Huangshi attained enlightenment here, and the sun soared. So far, there is a monument on the mountain, there is a temple, every year there are good men and women come from thousands of miles to burn incense and pray.

It is in response to the sentence that the mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name.

This mountain is 325 miles away from Chengyang, and the journey takes four days. The day when the Huangshi Poetry Club was held happened to be about the same time as the time when the Huangshi Gong was soaring in the daytime, so when Chen Guhong and Wang Song climbed the mountain, the mountain was very lively.

"Yo, come and take a look, this is the soil near the body of the Yellowstone Great Immortal, take it home to dip in the immortal qi, and live a long life. ”

"Fortune telling, immortals show the way!"

When there are more people, there is business, and I saw that near the Huangshi Temple, many businesses related to the fairy road are very hot.

The scholars of this world do not say that they are silent and strange. Wang Song is a scholar, but the whole family believes this. I can't move when I see this. With a sincere face, he folded his hands towards the Yellowstone Temple and bowed again and again. And he was very interested in the soil near the main body of the Yellowstone Great Immortal.

"No, I have to buy it and go home to get rid of the fairy spirit. Wang Song said to Chen Guhong, and then beckoned a few house slaves and squeezed into the crowd.

Chen Guhong smiled, feeling a little moved in his heart, so he talked to Gao Zhuang of the Purple Mansion in his mind.

"Can this temple have a divine light body?"

"I'm afraid this is just a rumor of the people in the mortal world, and there is nothing mysterious about this Huangshan Temple. ”

Gao Zhuang's voice was very disdainful.

"Okay. ”

Chen Guhong shrugged his shoulders, and then began to enjoy the scenery of the Yellow Mountain.

Although this mountain is not as majestic as the high mountain, Chen Guhong rarely goes out, let alone climbs. At this moment, I climbed high to see the sea of clouds, and my heart was open-minded, and I suddenly felt that the young eagle spread its wings and the sea and the sky were wide.

What is it like to think about the gods soaring through the clouds? It's unimaginable, but you know that you are more at ease than birds, right?

was full of longing, that Wang Song turned back, and brought back a red dust and vulgarity.

"Come on, come on, I bought one for you Gu Hong. Wang Songle came back with a small sachet and handed one to Chen Guhong by the way. As if he had picked up a big bargain, he said: "The dealer who sells immortal soil is also stupid, such a good immortal soil, but it is fifty yuan a bag, and it is cheap." ”

"Okay!"

Chen Guhong took the sachet, but was speechless. As the saying goes, people have good, and they don't have to force it. My friend in front of me is actually smart, but now he looks like an idiot.

The Huangshan temple fair has nothing to do with the poetry fair. Although the scholar is in the red dust, he does not associate with the peddlers and pawns. Like plum blossoms in the snow, very lonely and high.

The location of this Huangshan Poetry Society is at the other end of Huangshan. Chen Guhong, after Wang Song got the immortal soil, surrounded by family slaves, went to another mountain.

When I left the Yellowstone Temple, I was much cleaner. Winding along the mountain road, there is a deep seclusion of deep mountains and old forests, and the illusion of gods living here.

The mountain road is long, as if there is no end. After walking for an unknown number of distances, Wang Song was already tired and panting, and his tongue was stretched out, as if he was hanging himself.

He turned his head to look at Chen Guhong and wondered, "Guhong, why don't you blush and panting?"

From childhood to adulthood, the two of them have similar physical abilities and reading. Now he is tired of becoming a dog, but Chen Guhong has a ruddy face and a body as light as a swallow, as if he is traveling to the mountains lightly, relaxed, which is both aggressive and unconvincing.

"It seems that not only is the spirit mysterious, but my body is also a lot stronger. Chen Guhong guessed in his heart, but said with a smile on his face: "Recently, I have been walking around a lot and exercising my physical strength." ”

"Okay. Wang Song did not doubt that he had him, and shrugged his shoulders.

After walking another distance, Wang Song felt that he was dying, and was about to let the house slave carry him away. In front of him, a pavilion was exposed in the deep mountains, and the pavilion was very elegant, and there were fireworks wafting out.

A melodious tea fragrance is blowing in the face.

"Somebody is making tea there. Wang Song's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that his tongue was full of emotion, and his physical strength had recovered a little.

"Gu Hong, let's speed up. With that, the goods had already taken a step forward and went quickly.

"This thing. Chen Guhong smiled and quickened his pace. The group soon arrived at the outside of the pavilion, the pavilion is called Shanling, which is very suitable for the environment.

There were five people in the pavilion, two maidservants, two domestic slaves, and one scholar.

The two maids are twenty-eight years old, their complexion is very white, their facial features are exquisite, they are very elegantly dressed, beautiful but not glamorous, their expressions are respectful, and the breath of a wealthy and beautiful maid is blowing in their faces.

The two house slaves are strong, with a look in their eyes and a vigilant look, not as stupid as ordinary house slaves.

The scholar was ten years old, with a fair complexion, a handsome appearance, wearing a cyan Confucian shirt, a sachet hanging on his left waist, and a jade pendant on his right waist. The sachet is strangely fragrant, and it doesn't attack people, and it smells very good. The jade pendant is green, and the body temperature is moist and first-class.

At this moment, the scholar is sitting on the stone bench, two beautiful maids are responsible for making tea, and two house slaves are standing on the left and right, responsible for guarding. Seeing Chen Guhong, Wang Song and others, the two house slaves suddenly showed a look of vigilance.

Wang Song was born as a squire, and often boasted of being a son. At this moment, when I saw this situation, I was ashamed of my defilement. I thought, "What a noble boy." ”

"I don't know who this person is, is it that Xuanzhou Liang Sheng?"

"Good fragrant tea. Chen Guhong's nose moved slightly, attracted by the fragrance of tea.