Infinite Myth Counterattack

Chapter 428 Official Registration
"Thank you for telling me this. It's getting late, so I'll go back first." Luo Changfeng patted Luo Feng on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the main hall.

Today he toured all of Mount Hua, and it took him half a day. It was almost You time, and it was time to go back and practice Zixia Kungfu.

Luo Feng looked at Luo Changfeng's back, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly said, "Uncle, I don't know about Uncle, what do you think of my Master...?"

Luo Changfeng stopped in his tracks, put his hands behind his back without turning around, and said, "Eldest brother is not a traitor to Chunyang. My attitude is the same as that of the senior brother in charge. I only hope that he can return to Chunyang."

After saying this, Luo Changfeng took another step forward, "From now on, if you have anything to do with Jingxu, you can come to me, you don't need to sneak around, just come to me openly, I won't care about other people's eyes."

Luo Feng's eyes were slightly red, and his heart was filled with unspeakable emotion. He looked at Luo Changfeng's back, and he really respected him. .”

This "Master Uncle" he shouted completely convincingly.

……

The next day, the tranquility of Chunyang was broken, and representatives of Jianghu sect who had received invitations arrived one after another. Except for Jingxu's lineage, all the top-ranked direct disciples were sent to receive the guests.

Pure Yang Palace is quiet and inactive, does not strive for fame and gain, and takes punishing evil and evil as its own responsibility, so it has a high reputation in the martial arts, and naturally it is very popular.

Basically all the Zhengdao sects sent representatives to participate, and some small sects and even the heads came in person.

In the square in front of Chunyang Palace, Luo Changfeng, accompanied by Yu Rui, got to know representatives of various factions. He has gone through many reincarnations, and he has already practiced the mellowness of dealing with people.

The representatives of each faction had a very good first impression of this newly recruited disciple of Chunyang Daoist.

"Junior Brother, this is the leader of the beggar gang, Jiang Fangwen, Elder Jiang. The 'Seven Fragrance Knife' in Elder Jiang's hand is famous all over the world, and he is also a man of great righteousness. You should ask him for help."

Yu Rui took Luo Changfeng to a big man with a round face and a big belly, always smiling like an old man, with all kinds of bottles and cans hanging on his waist, and a big kitchen knife, and smiled. Introduced.

Jiang Fangwen laughed when he heard the words, and said: "Fairy Qingxu has won the award. I think this is the new closed disciple of Master Chunyang, Master Fengxu, right? Sure enough, he is a talented person, and he will have a bright future in the future."

Luo Changfeng clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Poverty Feng Xuzi, I have met Elder Jiang, and I am a late learner, so I don't dare to be called an elder real person."

"Haha, Daoist Feng Xu is too modest. To be valued by Daoist Chunyang already shows how extraordinary Daoist is. In the future, Daoist should go out with my beggar gang more often."

"sure."

After leaving Jiang Fangwen and other members of the beggar gang, Yu Rui took Luo Changfeng to another circle. The people in this circle were all dressed in light yellow gowns, with light or heavy, large or small bags on their backs. long sword.

It was Qi Jin and a few personal disciples who were greeting them. Seeing Yu Rui walking over with Luo Changfeng, a faint smile appeared on Qi Jin's stern face.

Taking two steps towards Yu Rui and Luo Changfeng, Qi Jin said to the middle-aged man who was headed by a strong and strong man with a big sword on his back: "Four masters, I will introduce you to the poor. This one is the new closed disciple of the family teacher, the layman's name is Luo Changfeng, and his Taoist name is Fengxuzi."

"Don't look at him at such a young age, with all his martial arts, even a poor Taoist would be ashamed of himself."

Hearing this, Luo Changfeng showed a look of helplessness on his face, and said, "Brother, I know how much my brother is worth. As the saying goes, face is earned by oneself, not by others."

"You praise me so highly, if the younger brother doesn't live up to it in the future, wouldn't it even lose your face?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Whether it's the people in yellow shirts or the disciples of Chunyang in the circle, they all laughed loudly, and the big man in the head laughed and said: "You earn your own face, not relying on others to give it to you. Well said, it makes a lot of sense!"

While applauding Luo Changfeng's modest self-confidence implied in his self-mockery and witty remarks, he also admired Luo Changfeng's "sensibility".

This young real person is not simple.

Qi Jin and Yu Rui looked at Luo Changfeng with admiration. The younger brother's way of dealing with people was sophisticated and tactful, yet sincere. In this respect, he was even better than them. He was a talent.

With a friendly smile on his face, Yu Rui said to Luo Changfeng: "Brother, this is Brother Ye Mengye, the fourth owner of Cangjian Villa. .”

Luo Changfeng clasped his fists at Ye Meng and saluted, saying: "I've seen the four villa owners, but I'm still young and inexperienced. I hope the owner can give you some pointers."

"It's easy to say..." After seeing the ceremony, Ye Meng and Yu Rui looked at Luo Changfeng with a smile, and said, "It's really gratifying to congratulate Daoist Fengxu who attained the Tao at a young age."

Although Ye Meng was born tall and tall, he has a generous and kind personality. Luo Changfeng has a good impression of him.

In this way, Luo Changfeng followed his senior sister to shuttle among the guests. On the day before the apprenticeship ceremony, he got acquainted with Jiang Fangwen, the leader of the beggar gang, Ye Meng, the fourth owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and the first disciple of the Wanhua Valley Medicine Saint. Pei Yuan, who "doesn't treat the living", Master Chengshi, the first master of Shaolin Arhat Hall, Chu Xiu, Xiao Baiyan, the deputy master of Qixiufang, etc.

After getting acquainted with these people, Luo Changfeng has officially "signed up to become a Taoist" in this arena.

After dinner, a person who greatly interested Luo Changfeng came. They were a couple, Du Fuxian and his wife, one of the three sages of Changgemen.

Du Fu's wife, Yang Xiaoruan, is Yu Rui's big disciple and a senior sister of Chunyang Qingxu lineage. She is originally the daughter of Yang Yi, the secretary of agriculture in Lingbao County. She escaped from marriage and came to Mount Hua, where she joined Yu Rui's family.

Later, she met Du Fu in Chang'an, fell in love with each other at first sight, and then married Changgemen.

This is a fictional world, which cannot be seen from the perspective of history. In this world, Du Fu is only 33 years old, and he is already a famous poet saint all over the world. He is suave, handsome, and has good martial arts. Slightly flamboyant.

Although it is autumn now, and there is still a bit of heat at the foot of the mountain during the day, but the pure Yang Palace is covered with snow, and he is still holding a folding fan in his hand. In Luo Changfeng's eyes, it is naturally a sign of coquettishness.

Of course, Luo Changfeng's impression of Du Fu is still very good. After all, he has studied Li Du's poems since elementary school, and he is a patriotic poet who is not afraid of power. This is very worthwhile for Luo Changfeng from later generations dear.

I don't know if his poem "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty", which exposed the licentiousness, corruption and dominance of the rulers of the current dynasty, and denounced the arrogant and domineering prime minister Yang Guozhong, has been written yet.

It should have not been written yet, otherwise the Shence Army would have come to the door long ago, and the Changgemen were in a state of restlessness. This poem should have been written after the Anshi Rebellion, when the court was overwhelmed.

Yang Xiaoruan followed Yu Rui to Zhenyue Palace to meet his juniors and sisters, while Luo Changfeng chatted with Du Fu in the square of the main hall.

Luo Changfeng fell in love with him and talked with Du Fu about poems and songs. During the process, he couldn't help but copy a few poems from later generations.

And the poems he copied are also very particular. Li Bai and Du Fu are called "Big Li Du", but Luo Changfeng copied the poems of "Little Li Du", who was not born more than 50 years later, that is, the poems of Li Shangyin and Du Mu.

In this way, Du Fu was astonished by Luo Changfeng as a heavenly man, and repeatedly said it was a pity why he didn't join the Changge sect.

Du Fu wrote down the poems chanted by Luo Changfeng, intending to bring them back to Changge Gate and give them to Li Bai, the Poet Immortal, and Wang Wei, the Poet Buddha, to taste.

The two chatted very happily, and they hated meeting each other late, if Yu Rui hadn't come to urge Luo Changfeng to go back to rest and prepare for tomorrow's apprenticeship ceremony, maybe they would be able to chat...cough cough, chatting all night.

It was only at this moment that Yu Rui discovered the talent of this little junior. She never thought that he had such a high level of attainment in poetry. The more she knew Luo Changfeng, the more she felt that this little junior was unfathomable.

"Brother Zimei, Pindao will take my leave first. Let's have a chat together when we have time later."

Du Fu smiled happily and said, "Not only should you talk freely, but also drink freely. I believe that if Taibai and Mojie read your poems, they will definitely want to make friends with you."

"How fortunate it is to be poor."

(End of this chapter)