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Chapter 169
A full ink character appeared on the rice paper. Yang Liang blew it gently and handed it to the boy guarding the door, along with a letter of silver.

"Excuse me, please give it to Mr. Liuyang. If Mr. Liuyang sees it, he will naturally meet me."

The boy pinched the silver handed over by Yang Liang and quietly put it in his sleeve.

"Sir, please wait a moment. I'm going to report this to my husband."

"Ah."

Wearing brocade clothes, Ning Fangze, who is in his forties, sneered: "I just want to see Mr. Liuyang with just one word. This is too arrogant."

"We have been sweeping the floors here for half a year, but we haven't even been able to ask Mr. Liuyang for advice."

"I wrote hundreds of poems, but Mr. Liuyang threw them all into the trash. You only have one word. Who do you think you are?"

There were chaotic sounds all around, and even Zhong Yanshou felt his face getting hot.

"Dad, we'd better leave first. We've made everyone angry and we will definitely not see Mr. Liuyang today."

Zhong Changgeng also secretly regretted that he didn't know what Yang Liang wanted to do just now, so he didn't stop him.

If he had known this, he should have stopped Yang Liang and handed over the poem he brought.

Even if it doesn't work, it's better to try your luck. It's better than Yang Liang's nonsense.

At this moment, the door of the house suddenly opened, and a man stood at the door, holding an ink character in his hand.

This man was about 60 years old, wearing a white robe, somewhat bald, and with a beard that hung down to his chest.

Everyone was surprised to see him appear. Ning Fangze immediately stood up straight and straightened his collar.

"Mr. Liuyang is out."

"I finally met Mr. Liuyang."

"Look, Mr. Liuyang didn't even wear any shoes. He seems to be really angry." Everyone whispered, with a rather gloating tone.

"Dad, let's leave first. If we offend Mr. Liuyang, we won't hang out in Huangcheng." Zhong Yanshou whispered.

At this time, Mr. Liuyang strode over. Looking at his fluttering clothes, he seemed to have a bit of an immortal spirit.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Yang Liang, stood up straight, his face glowed red, and his eyes looked at Yang Liang motionless.

His aura was so powerful that the people around him were so scared that they dared not speak, especially Ning Fangze, who even couldn't breathe when he saw his idol in front of him.

"This must be Young Master Li from Pingzhou. Please invite me quickly."

"This……"

Everyone around him gasped, unable to believe what they saw.

Mr. Liuyang actually came out to greet him in person.

Mr. Liuyang didn't even bother to wear shoes.

What is the mystery behind that word?

Even Zhong Changgeng and Zhong Yanshou and his son were at a loss. When they followed Yang Liang into the house, they even couldn't recover.

Zhong Yanshou couldn't suppress his inner excitement, and he finally appeared in Mr. Liuyang's room.

This is a holy place in the hearts of scholars, and many people are eagerly looking for an opportunity to sharpen their ink for Mr. Liuyang.

The furnishings here are very simple. Apart from a few simple bamboo furniture, there are only pens, inks, paper and inkstones left.

Mr. Liuyang stood in front of the case, holding the ink calligraphy written by Yang Liang in his hand and clicking his tongue.

"Wonderful, so wonderful, so wonderful."

Zhong Yanshou didn't understand what was so wonderful about it. It was just an ink character. It was worth it.

He quietly looked at Yang Liang and saw Yang Liang standing there with almost no expression on his face, as if he had already anticipated this scene.

After a long time, Mr. Liuyang took his eyes away from the paper, looked at Yang Liang and said, "How do you write the word Mr. Li?"

"Written casually."

"what?"

Zhong Changgeng was taken aback. What is your answer? You should use this attitude towards Mr. Liuyang, whom Shilin respects.

"Okay, okay, this is how you can break the shackles and be eclectic. Miao Miao Miao, what should be written casually can only be written casually."

Zhong Changgeng and Zhong Yanshou were both stunned, wondering if they were dreaming. When they thought about Mr. Liuyang, who had an eye above his head, he was too talkative today.

"Mr. Liuyang, what's so wonderful about this word? I have little talent and knowledge, so I can't understand it." Zhong Changgeng said.

"This word speaks directly to the heart, like water in a long river, flowing down, not limited to objects. Although there is only one word, you can still see the skill of the person who writes it. I didn't expect Mr. Li to have such accomplishments at such a young age. He must be You must have been practicing for a long time.”

"Cough cough."

Yang Liang coughed twice and said: "It's not bad, I have been practicing for a year or two."

In fact, Yang Liang spent 100 destiny coins to buy it from the career shop.He wanted to become a cursive calligraphy master in one fell swoop. However, it would cost too much, and Yang Liang was reluctant to part with it.

At this time, the system thoughtfully proposed a split service, with 100 destiny coins per word.

"Wow!"

Mr. Liuyang was speechless and said: "That Mr. Li is really a calligraphy genius that is rare to see in a hundred years."

After all, it was a borrowed thing. Yang Liang was a little embarrassed and waved his hand modestly, indicating that these were just trivial matters and not worth mentioning.

Mr. Liuyang was even more impressed by Yang Liang, who was so humble even though he had such attainments.

The two exchanged a few words about calligraphy, and then talked about poetry and songs. Yang Liang was an exceptionally talkative person, and he fooled Mr. Liuyang in just a few words.

Although Mr. Liuyang is a famous Confucian, how much can he know if he doesn't leave the front door or take two steps forward?

"I didn't expect Mr. Li to be Pingzhou's Jieyuan." Mr. Liuyang was shocked when he learned about this: "I often hear people say that Pingzhou has no talent. Now that I see Mr. Li, I'm afraid this sentence will have to be rewritten." Zhong Changgeng and Zhong Yanshou and his son did not expect that Yang Liang was not only a judge, but also Xie Yuanlang.

This is almost a sure thing to get a spot on the gold list. It’s hard to say that their initial goal was to be ranked second or third overall.

In vain, I still vowed to ask others to guarantee a quota. In this way, I feel a little underestimated.

Zhong Changgeng's face felt a little hot, and he was more determined to have a relationship with Yang Liang. In the future, Yang Liang would become prosperous, but the Zhong family's human resources would be the same.

After some conversation, Yang Liang also had a certain understanding of Mr. Liuyang.

His original surname was Luo, and his given name was Luo Wuwang. He had a certain literary talent in the North when he was young.

He originally served at the Yushitai in the capital. After Wang Baxian usurped the throne and ascended the throne, he resigned and returned to his hometown.

In order to win people's hearts, Wang Ba first issued several edicts to let him serve as an official in the court, but Luo Wuwang was determined not to serve as an official.

In this way, his reputation grew and he became the leader of the Northland literary world.

However, after in-depth and simple exchanges, Yang Liang already had a certain understanding of Mr. Liuyang's knowledge.

That's it.

Judging from his attitude, he actually regrets his decision not to resign.

It seems that most things like reputation are created by speculation, and it is actually difficult to live up to the reputation.

Now, he also has to start a road of speculation.

Seeing Yang Liang and Luo Wuwang chatting happily, Zhong Changgeng took advantage of the opportunity and said, "Mr. Liuyang and Mr. Li hit it off immediately, so why not let him become your disciple? It will be a good story."

"Ugh……"

Luo Wuwang hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head like a rattle.

Zhong Changgeng was a little disappointed. It seemed that having a good conversation was one thing, but accepting a disciple was another.

Luo Wuwang still didn't want to lend his reputation to Yang Liang.

"Master Li is far more talented and knowledgeable than me. What qualifications do I have to accept him as my disciple? If it weren't for his age, I would have worshiped him as my teacher with shame." Luo Wuwang said with a smile: "We are friends and we are equals. pay."

"hiss!"

Zhong Changgeng gasped, Luo Wuwang must have lifted Yang Liang too high.

Is it a deliberate shirk?
But if it's just an excuse, there's no need to keep your stance so low.

"With Mr. Li's talent and learning, if he fails to rank among the top three in this imperial examination, there must be something wrong with the examiners."

Yang Liang thought, is there any questionable examiner in the world?
No.

So what Luo Wuwang said is as if he didn't say it.

Could it be that today's work was really in vain?

"I will send a letter to my friends in Beijing and introduce to them our talented man from the North."

Hearing these words, Zhong Changgeng breathed a sigh of relief. With Luo Wuwang's words, today's trip was not in vain.

In the future, Yang Liang High School will naturally give feedback to the Zhong family, and the Zhong family will have a foundation.

"My little friend, why don't you write a few more words for me and let me appreciate them."

The two sides talked happily, and Yang Liang did not hesitate. He asked the boy to sharpen his ink while he stood in front of the case.

Luo Wuwang and Zhong Changgeng both opened their eyes wide. Zhong Yanshou was still a little unconvinced and thought to himself, Why is it that it is useless to chop firewood so well? Yang Liang can enter the house with just one word.

I would like to see what he wrote.

Yang Liang held the pen in his hand, thought about it for a moment, and wrote down a few words:

If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals; if the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual...

"hiss!"

Luo Wuwang took a deep breath, as if he had taken a miraculous medicine, and felt comfortable.

Many people come to his hut to give gifts every day, and they are tired of hearing flattery, but no one has ever flattered them so much as Yang Liang.

What is meant by mountains are not high, if there are immortals, they are famous; if the water is not deep, if there are dragons, they are spiritual.

Who is the immortal and who is the dragon?
Isn’t it just me who doesn’t love fame and fortune?

In fact, Luo Wuwang has regretted it more than once over the years.

In the beginning, he resigned because of his scholarly spirit.However, I gradually realized that there was no use in being angry in book business.

His former colleagues have entered the palace and become high-ranking officials.

Now, he can only guard this thatched house without a concubine and a maid to warm the bed.

It seems that fame is not worth fame and fortune after all.

Now, in Yang Liang's words, all the knots in his heart have been solved.

It's not that I can't get those things, it's that I don't care about those things at all.

Yes, it must be so.

Even if it isn't, it must be.

Just like the words written on the paper: What a shame.

Yang Liang is very satisfied with his calligraphy. With the help of the system, his calligraphy has improved by leaps and bounds.

He raised his head and was about to ask Mr. Liuyang to comment, but found that Mr. Liuyang had tears streaming down his face.

(End of this chapter)