Golden elixir of cultivation

Chapter 19 Martial Arts in Paintings
Xu Captou nodded towards Bai Mo and explained, "Didn't a corpse arrive two days ago? The Yamen found out that the corpse rushed out from the Huang Mansion's burial place in Xiling Mountain. No, these people are here. The person who picks up the body.”

Bai Mo suddenly understood, no wonder, the largest wealthy family in Changgu Town was the Huang Mansion. The clothes on the corpse were expensive, but he didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. He had just fought with Huang Sheng yesterday, and met him again today.

Suddenly, his heart tightened, and he secretly thought that something was wrong, the body was still tied to the pillar!

Bai Mo rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of his words. He coughed lightly and said in a deep voice, "Yizhuang is a small place. You guys wait outside the door while I go to move the body."

"This" Xu Captou said for a moment, there is no reason to shut people out. Isn't this offending people?He wanted to say something, but when he saw Huang Sheng's face remained normal, he didn't seem to care, so he couldn't say much.

Bai Mo turned around and left, walked quickly to the lobby, untied the body and moved it out.

Xu Captou and Huang Sheng didn't waste any time and left in a hurry with the body.

In the next few days, after Bai Mo bought some rice, noodles and meat in the town, he stayed at home and practiced diligently every day.

As the medicinal power accumulated in his body was digested by him, his strength increased day by day, now weighing [-] kilograms. He had also mastered the nameless boxing techniques in the "Five Capital Classics".He had a hunch in his heart that with one more body wash, he would be able to firmly enter the realm of a strongman.

On this day, Bai Mo finished a set of boxing and kicking, but found that the rice vat in Yizhuang had bottomed out. He suddenly realized that it had been almost half a month before he knew it.

Calculating the time, Brother He should take off his filial piety in the next two days, so he needs to prepare a gift.It just so happens that the method of washing the body consumes a lot of energy and blood, so why not go fishing for black-armored carp and see if Brother Juao is still there.

He glanced at the little black dog lying on top of a coffin and whined with a sledgehammer. He rolled his eyes, suddenly smiled, and reached out to lift the little black dog up.

The little black dog, still with snot bubbles on its nose, suddenly jumped into the air, its head was confused, and it whined several times.

"Let's go, let me introduce you to a big guy." Bai Mo put a small hat on the little black head and went out with the fishing stuff.

Not far from Changgu Town is Xiaocang Mountain. The mountains are covered with ancient cypresses, secluded forests and greenery. Bai Mo walked up the mountain road. Not long after walking, he saw a carriage parked outside the shed.

The carriage is tall and luxurious. The horses have gold rings on their heads and bells under their necks. Their movements are crisp and sweet, like exquisite jaspers shaking and colliding. It is obviously not owned by ordinary people.

"Huh? Are there guests?" Bai Mo was a little curious. In the past, except for him, he would come to visit Brother He, and there would be no outsiders.

He looked intently and saw Li He chatting happily with two middle-aged Confucian scholars in the shed.

"Where did the officials come from?" Bai Mo was surprised. The two Confucian scholars were both dressed in official uniforms. Their colors were as green as onions. Their speech and behavior were gentle and elegant, and they were firm and upright. Anyone who saw them would say "gentlemen". Like jade.

As we got closer, the voices of several people talking gradually became clearer.

"I heard from the Fuchang County magistrate that Li He from Changgu is very talented in poetry, so we came here just for a while." A Confucian scholar said with a warm smile, stroking his long beard.

Li He bowed to the two of them, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "The knowledge and literary names of the two adults are very impressive. I would like to ask the two adults to make a proposition."

The two Confucian scholars looked at each other and said immediately, "It's better to choose a topic than to discuss it. How about writing a poem based on this situation?"

"Why not!" Although Li He's appearance is strange, his talent is enough to astound the world.He took a step outside the shed, looked at the carriage outside the door, and said loudly,
“The embroidered bridle is as green as onions, and the bridle is exquisitely swayed by a golden ring.

The sound of horse hooves is hidden in the ears, and the horse's energy is like a rainbow when entering the door. "

The two Confucian scholars looked happy, and their bodies couldn't help but straighten up a little.After Li He finished reading four sentences, he happened to see Bai Mo and nodded to him without saying a word.Then he looked at the two Confucian scholars, took a step forward, and said,
"Yun is a talented scholar from Tokyo and a great writer.

28 Su Luo’s heart is bright, and the nine essences shine through it.

The sound of the poems written in front of the hall is empty, and the pen is in vain to make up for the creation of heaven. "

"The writing is vigorous, the momentum is majestic, the spirit is as fast as the eight extremes, and the mind travels thousands of miles. This talent of Li He is enough to rule the roost!" The two Confucian scholars looked at each other, praised in their mouths, and clapped their hands in agreement.

Then, Li He turned around and looked at a lonely grave outside the shed. A few dead grasses in front of the grave were swaying in the wind. He suddenly laughed and said loudly,

"Pangmei's book guest feels the beauty of autumn, but who knows that dead grass will give birth to splendor.

Now I am hanging my wings and attaching myself to the underworld. In the future, I will not be ashamed of a snake and become a dragon. "

"Okay! The dead grass gives birth to a beautiful wind, and the hanging wings are attached to the underworld. What a great spirit! The day when the snake becomes a dragon is not far away!!" The expressions of the two Confucian scholars were suddenly moved. They couldn't help but stand up and walked quickly towards Li He. step.

"Changji is so talented, why didn't he take part in the imperial examination before and show his ambition!" A Confucian scholar felt regretful and couldn't help but persuade him.

Li He told the truth about his filial piety, his words were sincere, and then he said confidently, "Don't worry, sirs. He's filial piety period is about to expire, and he will prepare to take the provincial examination soon to meet the world's talented people."

The two Confucian scholars looked pleased, chatted a few words with Li He, left a letter of recommendation, and drove away in a hurry.

When the two of them were far away, Bai Mo stepped forward. He was not good at poetry, but he could still hear the pride and ambition in Li He's poems, "Brother He, who are these two?"

"Doctor Han Changli of the Imperial Academy, and Lieutenant Lu Hun and Huangfu Si." Li He put away the recommendation letter left by the Confucian scholar and said with a smile, "These two people are knowledgeable and have excellent literary names. I have been yearning for them for a long time."

Bai Mo nodded in understanding. He didn't have this ambition. He didn't intend to obtain fame and he didn't care. He just said, "Brother He, just be fine."

The two reminisced about old times, made plans with Li He to participate in the imperial examination, and went down the mountain.

After leaving Xiaocang Mountain, about two or three miles away, a puff of water vapor hit our face, and the sound of water continued.

Bai Mo took the little black dog to the place where he met the giant turtle last time, and searched the river carefully, but found nothing. He did not force it, and found a clean stone by the river to sit down, raising and tossing the fishing rod in his hand. , fell into the water.

The little black dog swung its tongue and ran to the river. It stared at the dark river water with bared teeth and looked at its own shadow. After a moment, it suddenly lay down and stretched out a paw into the river water to rock back and forth.

Time passed little by little, and Bai Mo gradually became frustrated. He shot more than a dozen shots in a row, and except for two small finger-long fish, the rest were either aquatic plants or nothing.

The little black dog was having fun playing with the shadow in the water, grinning widely.

"Crack!!"

A sharp pain came from the tip of his paw. The little black dog's eyes froze and he lowered his head to look at the river.

He saw a half-foot-long black fish biting its claws and staring at him with its scarlet eyes.

(End of this chapter)