People sit in the southern sky and watch the ages

Chapter 48
Meet a real master.

Li Changqing paced towards the desk, whether it was the spiritual bamboo nourished by the literary spirit outside the door, or the bearing in the words just now, he was sure that this Xu Sanyou was probably not just a one-year teacher.

Now that he entered the 'Baoshan', how could he return empty-handed?
Just when Wang Mingyang was happy and happy that his benefactor was able to successfully seek talismans, Li Changqing suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "I'm afraid these few talisman papers are not the best talisman papers here, sir?"

"Oh?"

Xu Sanyou raised his brows, his face was not displeased, but a little more smiling, "You want the best talisman paper from me?"

"If God doesn't take it, he will be blamed instead. Since I have the help of Brother Wang, I have found the opportunity of senior, and left after getting two ordinary talisman papers, I am afraid that I will be looked down upon by senior, right?"

"interesting."

Xu Sanyou said with a smile, "Although I don't know how well you practice, but those shameless bastards have learned well."

Niubi······

Li Changqing looked slightly embarrassed, isn't this scolding the bald man in front of the monk?

"Of course I have this better talisman, but why should I give it to you?"

Hooked.

Li Changqing said confidently, "I heard that Mr. called himself 'Three You', there are poems, wine, and bamboo. The green bamboo outside the door is full of culture. I saw it. The fragrance of wine in the house lingers on the beams. I smell it."

"But I don't see or hear this poem, I just feel that there is no poem in Mr.'s room!"

Hearing this, Wang Mingyang turned pale with shock. How could Engong be so unwise? Since Xu Jiaoxi took the title of "Three You", he was naturally extremely proud of his poetry.

Li Changqing's words were no longer just a trick in the class, it was just a slap in the face.

After Xu Sanyou heard this, he laughed, "According to what you said, I'm just a fame-seeker?"

Li Changqing shook his head, then pointed to his stomach, "No, the title of 'Three Haves' may have been lacking a bit before, but today I come here with a lot of experience, and there are naturally many poems, I just don't know Mister can buy the next few songs."

Although he knew that Li Changqing was an aggressive general, Xu Sanyou became more and more itchy, "The poems in your stomach? I don't know the price?"

"A good poem has one talisman, an excellent poem has ten talismans, and an excellent poem has a hundred talismans. I wonder how many you want sir?"

Xu Sanyou was taken aback after hearing this, did this Taoist lose his mind and go crazy?

"So, the worst thing in your stomach is good poetry?"

"This is natural." Li Changqing said affirmatively, "And they are all good poems that my husband has never heard before. How about the two of us pointing to things to say poems, you point to an object, and I say a poem."

"It's good, but the ugly words are up front. If your poems stain my ears, then you won't even be able to take those two talismans away."

After that, he pointed to the bamboo forest outside, "Bamboo."

Li Changqing walked out step by step, it was time to test his nine-year compulsory education.

At the seventh step, he opened his mouth and said,

"Stay firm on the green hills and don't let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south. "

After hearing this, Xu Sanyou was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Good poetry."

With a move of his hand, a yellow talisman was immediately sent to Li Changqing.

Then he continued to point to the bamboo forest in front of him, "Bamboo."

Although he had never heard this poem before, it should be an emergency work by the Taoist priest in front of him, but he did have some poetic talent, but one poem is easy, but what about ten similar poems on bamboo?

"People are pity and honesty are born thin, and they promise to be tall and strong when they are old.

It once shared rain and dew with Artemisia annua, and finally followed pines and cypresses to frost. "

Wang Mingyang, who followed, was stunned. He didn't expect that the Taoist Changqing had such a talent for poetry. Why didn't he show it before?

After hearing this poem, Xu Sanyou fell silent for three breaths, and said in a steady voice, "Excellent."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand again, and another ten talisman papers fell in front of Li Changqing.

Then he continued to point to the bamboo outside the house, "Bamboo."

While Wang Mingyang was happy for Li Changqing, he was also worried for Li Changqing. Even if the Taoist priest came prepared, but if he wanted to write three bamboo poems in a row, each one was still a good one. I'm afraid it would be difficult for even a great Confucianist to do so. .

"Several poles of verdant green are in the shape of dragons, steep and steep, so they must be taught to grow here.

Unlimited wild flowers can't bloom, and the cold color in the middle of the mountain competes with spring. "

Is this person really a gifted poet?
Xu Sanyou glanced at Li Changqing in surprise, silently waved and dropped the ten pieces of talisman papers in front of him, "Excellent."

Li Changqing said with a smile, "Sir, if you use bamboo as your object, I'm afraid I'll empty the talisman paper in your house, and you won't be able to empty the poetry in my stomach."

Wang Mingyang and Xu Sanyou instantly understood Li Changqing's meaning. Although chanting the same thing consumes literary thinking, bamboo is a common thing after all, and it is endowed with countless beautiful qualities, so it is not difficult to produce a good work.

Li Changqing's words also aroused Xu Sanyou's competitive heart. He pinched his snow-white beard, pondered for a long time, and then said, "Poetry."

poetry?
Wang Mingyang was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that this was a strange question, using poetry to describe poetry.

He looked at Li Changqing curiously, looking forward to how the priest would solve the problem.

Li Changqing heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately he was quick-witted, otherwise, even if he had a superb memory now, it would be difficult for him to empty the other party's talisman paper with Chanting Bamboo Poetry.

He thought about it for a while, and then said, "Articles are made naturally, and they are obtained by chance. They are pure and flawless, so they don't have to be artificial."

"wonderful!"

Hearing such a good poem, Wang Yangming couldn't help opening his mouth, but just as he spoke, he realized that the two were still in a match, fearing that the Taoist priest's poetic spirit would be ruined, so he let out short and suppressed cheers.

Xu Sanyou glanced at Wang Mingyang, and then stared deeply at Li Changqing. Could it be that the other party was the reincarnation of a great Confucianism?
But why can't I perceive the other party's literary heart at all?
Seeing that Xu Sanyou was silent, Li Changqing asked with a smile, "I don't know how this poem is?"

"Excellent."

Xu Sanyou said, and with another wave of his hand, ten talisman papers fell in front of Li Changqing. At this time, the talisman papers on the table had bottomed out, and Li Changqing smiled, "It seems that today's game is over here. Sir, I won the poem. I got the talisman paper, the best of both worlds."

"Are you laughing at the old man's lack of symbols and poems?"

"Don't dare."

Li Changqing has a smile in his eyes, I'm just waiting for you to bring out the really good talisman paper.

Even though Xu Sanyou knew that this was Li Changqing's scheme, he was firstly a good poet, and secondly, he was eager to love talents. He wanted to see if the person in front of him was a great Confucian whose mind had been blinded by reincarnation. If so, then Absolutely can't let those bull noses snatch it away!
With a flick of his sleeves, pieces of talismans flew out from the small cuffs. They seemed to flow continuously, and they piled up into a hill in a short while. Seeing Li Changqing's shocked expression, Xu San felt like he had pulled the plug, and smiled. Said, "I've had nothing to do these years, and I still have a few pieces of talisman paper."

(End of this chapter)