Is the little monk enlightened today?

"New hexagrams, new hexagrams, the leader of Yehuo visited the brothel late at night. Is this the loneliness in the heart, or the deterioration of emotions."

"A romantic talent spends a lot of money on a beauty, but in a blink of an eye, he becomes a dead soul under the sword. Is this the bill of the romantic, or the innocent soul under the sword?"

"Let's read the martial arts report, the world is waiting for you to find out."

A man like a little monkey shouted all over the street with a self-printed paper in his pocket, which aroused disputes among others. They all said that this man was out of his mind and dared to write gossip about one alliance and four religions?It was also the courageous act of this little skinny monkey man that created a generation of paper tyrants who would monopolize the scholarly world in the future, and have been popular for hundreds of years without interruption.It's just that this is something for later, let's put it aside for the time being.

Besides, Bing Jiang, the master of Yehuo, came here in a rage early in the morning. After snatching the breakfast bought by the fake monk for his sweetheart, he flew all the way to Shanshui Medicine House. You Fan had to follow him to prevent accidents. , The movement of these two people startled A Fang who just got up.

His friends all know Bing Jiang's temper. The temper of a tough guy should not be easily provoked, otherwise it will really set him on fire.

"Are you sick? I'll treat you immediately if you're sick, and I won't waste a quarter of an hour."

"Health is good, not sick."

Ah Fang saw him sitting down on the newly built stool, and his eyes were full of distress. It was the medicine stone table and chair that he and the bookmaker spent more than half a year to complete. Regular sitting can play a certain role in regulating the body, which is why Ah Fang One of Fang's most successful medical inventions in recent years is very rare. Even Yu Gui thought of a way to replace all the tables and chairs in the wind and rain with this kind. However, medicine is limited and it is still in the stage of cultivation.

"Where did the money go?"

"I am here."

As he spoke, the bookmaker came out from inside, still holding a robe in his hand, which was put on by A Fang in a blink of an eye.

Bing Jiang and You Fan could only pretend that they didn't see their secret love, so they had to share their breakfast.

The bookmaker asked curiously, "Why did you come here so early? Is there something important?"

"That's right, there is something I must ask you to help me with. If you don't agree to me, I can only tie you back to the Karma Sect."

"……What's up?"

"Teach me to read poetry, write and draw."

"???"

The other three were all taken aback, thinking what are you talking about?

"Oh, it's a bit hard to say."

When it came to what happened, Bing Jiang was inexplicably annoyed.Earlier, Sikong Lianwu, the leader of Shuangmuyin, received an invitation from his friend, saying that there was a poem appreciation for him to attend.Originally fond of poetry and poetry, Lianwu, who has a literati character, naturally would not retreat from a friend's invitation.It’s just that I can go here, and I still have to go for seven or eight days. What kind of poetry would take so long?Could it be an attempt on him?

Bing Jiang was worried, so he wanted to go with him. Lian Wu didn't want to let him go, but literati activities would be more complicated, so it would definitely be very boring if he went.So I persuaded him a bit, Bing Jiang is not good at falling out with his sweetheart, he can only hold back his sulking, the first day was okay, but the next day he was really angry, and he had to study hard in the future after inspiration, some People dare not look down on him on the bright side, but they will still be criticized in secret, making people laugh.I can still be beaten up when I am laughed at, but I absolutely cannot let the person I like suffer such grievances.

"How did I hear that you went to the brothel to mess around yesterday?"

You Fan stroked his chin and asked, he still clearly remembered that Bing Jiang went to the brothel where the oiran was rescued on Qixi Festival, and there seemed to be some bad remarks, the little skinny monkey in the market in the morning shouted very vigorously.

Bing Jiang didn't know why, so he nodded and said, "Aren't there all the romantic talents there? I searched and caught one or two to teach me. How did I know that after entering, everyone could only write sour poems? Ah Xue, I'm so worried, Lian Wu doesn't like to hear this. There is also a woman who thinks I'm here to rob someone, and it's making a fuss. By the way, you were classmates with us before, and you have always learned something. These few days Please be my husband once more."

Ah Fang widened her eyes and asked, "Can you still write poetry?"

"This is a compulsory homework when I was young, and I will write it for you later."

"Hee hee, don't make me laugh for a month." A Fang was ready to make fun of him at any time.

The little monk felt that he usually read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but he didn't know much about the Book of Songs. They all said that love poems were the beginning of love, so he had to learn it, so that Zijin could be happy when he went back.

So Shanshui Medicine Cottage suddenly became a landscape classroom.

It has to be said that as a bookmaker, Xie Yiyi has a solid foundation in writing, and almost all records and writings are successful.Now he is very good at writing poems, and his lectures are as smooth as flowing water.

It's just that people who are difficult to understand will inevitably only hear half of the half.

"Today we're going to talk about the ethereal mountains and rivers. Do you three know what the word 'Cuiwei' means?"

Holding a ruler in one stroke, he really looks like a teacher. The three tables below are tense, you look at me, I look at yours, they all say you can do it, hurry up!

"Xianrong, tell me."

Bing Jiang, who was about to make an ostrich with a book, stood up in embarrassment, thinking about it—Cuiwei, since he was a child, he knew that a bird was called a kingfisher, so it must have something to do with birds. The micro characters mean a little bit, isn't it a little kingfisher when combined!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said the words, the bookmaker's ruler slapped him without hesitation, and said helplessly, "Why didn't you say it was an emerald green bird?"

"That's what I thought it meant from the beginning."

"..."

The bookmaker was very angry. It is reasonable to say that after a few days of getting started, not to mention that he can speak well, but he should understand the basic things!

He had no choice but to explain: "'Cuiwei' generally refers to the green mountains that seem to be in between, with a sense of mistyness. In ancient times, Du Fu wrote in "Qiu Xing", "Qianjiashan Guojing Zhaohui, Riri Jianglou That’s what it means to sit in Cuiwei.”

Now it's the other three's turn to look at each other, none of us understand what it is!

A Fang remembered the verbal agreement a few days ago, so he asked him with a smirk: "Don't always test us, let me test you now, can you write a poem with these two words? Don't say If the husband can’t write, then it’s going to be a joke.”

"What's so difficult about this?"

He took a piece of paper in one stroke, and looked outside the eye medicine hut. Although it was not midsummer, there were still a few cicadas chirping. He wrote so freely that the other three couldn't help but want to come over and watch together.

In just a short while, a poem of five words appeared vividly on the paper.

Cicadas sing between heaven and earth, and people travel through the years.

The world is swaying, and the years go in three steps.

Toast our generation with turbid wine, break branches and hang crowns.

In the coming year, under the eastern fence, we will travel in Cuiwei again.

You Fan looked at it and nodded again and again: "You wrote this too fast! You still have a fluent sentence."

"Although it's not a well-known masterpiece, it's just a matter of feeling." He rested his pen, extremely modest.

"How did you write it? Although I don't understand what it means, I don't have any thoughts. How can these words be combined into one sentence?"

Bing Jiang scratched his hair, he was almost dying of worry, Lian Wu would be back in a few days, he didn't even have time to get in, so he could only go out, if he writes in a mess, but in front of his sweetheart What a shame, what an embarrassment!

"Xianrong, in fact, what I said just now was just to comfort you. As long as it is sincerely sent, it must be precious. If you don't dislike Lianwu's bookishness, he will definitely not hate your low knowledge, that's all."

It's a vague statement, but several of their friends know the feelings in it, so there is no need to overemphasize it.

These words seemed to penetrate the hearts of the three of them, especially Bing Jiang, who suddenly felt relieved, and couldn't help clasping his fists together and said, "One stroke, if you teach, you must be a good gentleman."

Glancing at someone from the corner of his eye, he said, "That's all the ambition."

Afang's heart skipped a beat, and he thought that it could be as pleasant as it sounds!

As a result, the Shanshui Medicine Cottage returned to its former calm, and the sound of pounding medicine was still incessant, but it was just a figure, already traveling in pairs.

You Fan tried to see if he could write a decent poem, but he couldn't make a poem after reading many legends, so he had to use his best brushwork to write Yu Zijin's name on a piece of rice paper and draw The appearance in my heart.

Even if it looks like this, it's still a bit... Forget it, it can still be seen.

"Zi Jin, writing love poems is really too difficult, I can only write your name as a number."

"It's okay."

Seeing that there was still a blank space in the middle, Yu Guibian took a pen and wrote You Fan's name on it, which was beautiful in cursive handwriting.

Eyes are full of you, heart is full of joy is you, this life is enough.

Besides, the leader of Karma, who has comprehended the great principles, took out fire powder and started doing research when he returned to the teaching circle, hoping to use lights to create romance.For several days in a row, all the subordinates were busy helping the leader, and finally made an unprecedented fireworks, which happened to be moved to Shuangmuyin on the night Lianwu came back.

"Boom bang."

When the fireworks were ignited, Bing Jiang grabbed his sweetheart's hand and flew to the roof, only to see that the golden fireworks were still tinged with white phosphorescence, string after string, and quickly put together the name "Sikong Lianwu".

"Does it look good?"

"Naturally it's beautiful." Lianwu changed her embarrassment, hugged his waist actively, and said with a smile: "Of course it's because of you at this time that the fireworks can be brilliant."

The sweetheart who hasn't spoken for a long time made Bing Jiang a little bit over the top, and he directly asked his subordinates to bring some small fireworks to be brilliant, and watching a fireworks with his partner is the tenderness of fire.

But just when the two were immersed in tenderness, the person from Shuangmuyin hurriedly shouted loudly: "The leader is not good, the trees in the West Garden have picked up sparks, and they are on fire!"

"It's really on fire, the two leaders!"

"It's not a joke, it's not a joke!!"

Bing Jiang: ...

The gentleness of the fire is enough, how about a meeting in the rain?Otherwise, it would be easy to be kicked out of Shuangmuyin. . .