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"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Brother Hu is really good at writing, I will admire it!"

All the people complimented one after another.

In fact, this was just a polite remark from everyone, but Hu Tianyou felt quite good about himself, and after bowing his hands in thanks, he said to Gu Ming, "I don't know what poem Brother Gu wrote? Can you show it to everyone?"

Gu Ming smiled, and slowly raised the scroll in his hand...

"Huh? This word..."

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Before reading the content of the poem, Gu Ming has shocked everyone with his calligraphy alone.

After all, his calligraphy has already reached the level of a calligrapher, how can these people be compared?

It is no exaggeration to say that he can crush these people even if he writes with his left hand.

"A sprig of gorgeous dew and condensed fragrance, cloud and rain, Wushan heartbroken in vain..."

A girl took the initiative to come up to help Gu Ming read.

However, at this time, the crowd no longer cared about poetry, but scrambled around to appreciate Gu Ming's calligraphy.

After all, not everyone here is like Hu Tianyou who is trying to gain fame, there are some people who have real talents, and they are immediately attracted by the calligraphy written by Gu Ming.

"This... this calligraphy... I'm afraid... I'm afraid no one in the world can compare it!"

"That's right, in today's world, when it comes to calligraphy, you should recommend Yan Gong. However, Yan Gong's calligraphy has only been seen before. Compared with this calligraphy, it seems to be a little less charming."

Upon hearing this, Hu Tianyou refused.

Because he has a little bit of a relationship with Yan Gong, and it is precisely because of this reason that this guy is arrogant and conceited on weekdays, and everyone is too lazy to care about him for Yan Gong's sake.

Now, when someone said that Gu Ming's calligraphy is even better than Yan Gong's, Hu Tianyou immediately said angrily: "Nonsense, the calligraphy of Yan Gong's predecessor was praised by the emperor, and he was called the sage of calligraphy in the world. How can you talk nonsense?" gibberish?"

"Yes, yes, you are clearly defaming Duke Yan's reputation..."

One of Hu Tianyou's cronies also helped.

In this way, it is difficult for others to refute. After all, Yan Gongde is highly respected by the public, and it also involves the remarks of the former emperor, so they can only speak against their will.

In this regard, Gu Ming didn't care about it, after all, he had never seen that Yan Gong's calligraphy.

Moreover, calligraphy is not like comparing the size at a glance. In the eyes of different people, there may be different opinions.

"My lord, can this painting...can I give it to the little girl?"

Narcissus couldn't help asking.

"Hehe, since Miss Narcissus likes it, I will give it to her."

Gu Ming smiled and handed over the scroll.

Narcissus was overwhelmed with surprise, and thanked repeatedly: "Thank you, young master, thank you, young master."

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, so I'll take my leave!"

Gu Ming bowed his hands and said goodbye to the crowd.

"I don't know where Xiongtai lives? If it's convenient, I would like to visit and communicate with Xiongtai."

"Thank you, I will temporarily live in Qingtong Lane, Changle Square..."

Gu Ming told him where to live, and then left.

The preliminary purpose of this trip has been achieved, presumably his name will slowly spread among the literati circles in Chang'an City.

At that time, people will naturally come to visit one after another.

Entering the world of Journey to the West this time, Gu Ming made careful preparations.

He knew very well in his heart what kind of world Journey to the West is. Basically, it is the world of Buddhism and Taoism.

Under such a big environment, it is almost an impossible task to revitalize Confucianism with his own strength.

Of course, nothing is absolute.

At least for Gu Ming, his arrival is the biggest variable.

Of course it is impossible for him alone, but he can accept disciples here and teach them the corresponding cultivation methods.

Then use these disciples to recruit disciples and grandchildren... After a long time, the world will naturally be full of peaches and plums.

Chang'an is the best place.

Today's world is open, and after experiencing the turmoil at the end of the Sui Dynasty, literati have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, creating a thriving scene.

Even people from countless small countries in the surrounding area began to flock to Chang'an to learn the etiquette, culture, crafts, etc. of the Tang Dynasty.

Therefore, the current situation is the best time for Gu Ming to spread Confucianism to the world...

Once his fame rises and his luck increases, his strength will correspondingly increase considerably.

Chapter 8 Murderous words!

That night.

Gu Ming is routinely completing the daily tasks of the system in the room...

Suddenly my heart moved, and I whispered out of the window: "Since the girl is here, why don't you show up and see her?"

"My son is extraordinary, my daughter is rude."

With a soft voice, the figure of Narcissus appeared in the room out of thin air, and gave a blessing to Gu Ming.

"Hehe, Miss Narcissus is also an extraordinary person, she can come and go freely... But, I am a little curious, why is the girl in the dust? Could it be that she was coerced by others?"

Narcissus hesitated for a moment, but did not answer directly, but asked, "Did you come from above?"

When speaking, Narcissus raised his finger to the sky.

"That's not it."

Gu Ming smiled and waved his hand.

"Then... may I ask you, who is the disciple of the great god?"

"Miss Narcissus, my tutor is Xianyun Yehe, so it's inconvenient to mention her name to the outside world."

"It turns out that this is the case. The young master's cultivation is absolutely incomparable, and his master must be even more unfathomable. I am afraid that he is a generation of ancient gods..."

Gu Ming didn't answer, but just smiled unpredictablely.

After careful study, in terms of seniority, the Confucian sages and the Taoist sages were powerful persons of the same era, and it is not inappropriate to call them ancient gods.

The two chatted for a while, and Narcissus couldn't help saying: "All along, the little girl's heart is like still water, and it's hard to find her own voice. I never thought that listening to the young master's song during the day, I was shocked like a heavenly man.

Taking the liberty to visit tonight, I also want to have a private conversation with the young master, and hope that the young master will not hesitate to give pointers. "

"Miss Narcissus is very polite. I actually heard the beautiful sound of the piano from the girl. I couldn't help it for a while and just impromptuly played a song."

Narcissus couldn't help but asked expectantly: "I wonder if the little girl will be lucky enough to listen to the son playing again?"

"Why not?"

Gu Ming smiled and got up, walked to the table and sat down, then took out the guqin with a thought.

This guqin was produced by the system mall. Although it is only of blue quality at present, its quality has already surpassed many famous folk pianos.

"Clearly..."

Not long after, a melodious piano sound began to flow in the room.

A scene where winter turns to spring, the earth recovers, and everything is thriving, seems to be slowly unfolding amidst the sound of the piano...

Narcissus was fascinated by it.

In the world, there are not many qin sounds that can make her listen to it, and the qin sound that can make her intoxicated is unique.

The song is high and few, bosom friends are hard to find, and the high place is too cold... This is her portrayal.

But now, she has finally found a bosom friend, and finally someone can immerse her in the music of the piano and cannot extricate herself from it.

The song is over.

Narcissus is still immersed in the lingering sound, and has not recovered for a long time.

After a while, I clapped my hands and sighed: "What a song of spring and snow, the son's piano skills are already superb, the little girl feels ashamed..."

What Gu Ming played was a famous song that has been passed down through the ages: Yangchun Baixue.

"Narcissus is humbled."

Narcissus said with a straight face: "No, my lord, the little girl is not self-effacing. Although the little girl thinks she is unparalleled in piano skills, she still lacks charm compared to the lord..."

Before they knew it, the two chatted until dawn.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Young Master. Narcissus will take my leave first, and I will come to ask Young Master for advice when I have a chance."

Narcissus saw that the window was turning white, so she stood up and said goodbye apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, getting a bosom friend is also a great joy in life."

"Thank you son, Narcissus bids farewell!"

Narcissus gave a blessing, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Two days later, Narcissus came at night again... This time, she finally let go of her guard and revealed her identity to Gu Mingdao: Narcissus is not only her name, but also her body.

Originally, she was the Narcissus fairy in the sky, but because she was framed by others, she was punished by Baihua Fairy and demoted to the mortal world for reincarnation.

But unexpectedly, after the first reincarnation, she suddenly awakened the memory of her previous life, and even recovered her mana.

She didn't dare to disclose this matter to others, let alone go back to Tiangong, but silently waited for the opportunity, waiting for the day when she was recalled to Tiangong again.

"So that's the case...but why does the fairy stay in Fangfei Garden?"

"That's because when the little girl awakened her memory, she was already in Fangfei Garden. Moreover, most of the girls in Fangfei Garden are performers but not their bodies. It can be regarded as a rare and elegant place in the world.

The green lotus emerges from the mud without being stained.

Although the little girl lives in Fangfei Garden, she is also clean and self-sufficient, with a clear conscience.

If the little girl leaves Fangfei Garden for no reason, it may attract the attention of the higher authorities, so it is better to stay here. "

"Makes sense..."

Gu Ming nodded thoughtfully.

Before leaving, Gu Ming gave Narcissus a collection of poems.

"Miss Narcissus, this is a collection of poems written by me. You can use it to pass the time in your spare time."

"Thank you sir!"

Narcissus accepted it in surprise.

……

Two days later, what happened in Fangfei Garden was spread by word of mouth, and it was almost spread among the literati circles in Chang'an City.

Even many dignitaries in Beijing have heard about it.

First of all, Narcissus has a great reputation, not only for her beauty, but also for her proficiency in rhythm, which is unmatched by anyone.

At the same time, she is also good at poetry and poetry, and she is recognized as a rare woman in the world. Everyone in the whole Chang'an city, from the high-ranking officials and nobles, to the common people, can be said to be known to everyone.

Secondly, this matter also involves a celebrity: Yan Gong.

Yan Gong is an honorary title. His real name is Yan Zhi. He is a well-known calligrapher recognized in the world. He was praised by the former emperor and praised him as the sage of calligraphy.

All the dignitaries in Chang'an are proud of collecting the authentic works of Yan Gong. It is said that Emperor Taizong also collected a few pieces.

In order to make a profit, many people outside specially imitated Yan Gong's handwriting and pretended to be the real handwriting to cheat money, but they also deceived many people.

However, those who are deceived are some arty laymen, who can only look at the shape, but not the spirit.

And that day in Fangfei Garden, someone actually compared Gu Ming's calligraphy with Yan Gong in public, so how could it not attract everyone's attention?

Including Yan Zhi himself, some disciples also reported this matter.

After Yan Zhi heard about it, he just smiled lightly and didn't express his opinion.

Perhaps, it is disdain to express opinions.