Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 34 Who did this master do?
After hearing the reports from the students, Taoist priests Qingzhai, Zhang Wang and other Taoist deacons led more than 20 Taoist priests to come to the academy to talk about spending the holidays together and make friends with poems. Yan Ruoxing suddenly felt as if someone was knocking him out. intuition.

When he rushed to the Laurel Terrace, the two parties were sitting at the east and west ends, talking happily.

Osmanthus lanterns hang high on the branches, and the full moon is like a disk in the sky.

Yan Ruo walked to say hello to many old friends, and saw that they were all calm and clear, and there were two rows of young Taoist priests sitting upright behind them. Most of them were still holding the feet of Taoist ancestors while they were searching their intestines, and they did not have the high spirits of holding the pearls of wisdom.

He couldn't figure out what kind of medicine these old guys were selling in their gourds?
After drinking a few cups of tea and talking politely, the academy served as the host, and a young scholar took the lead in throwing out a masterpiece of poetry.

Some shaking their heads, or singing softly, the Taoist priests fought back. Although they were a little less elegant and graceful, their passionate courage gradually pushed this head-on collision to a climax.

The scholars were so excited that they shouted, "Come with the wine, come with the pen."

It can be said that "a little awe-inspiring spirit and a thousand miles of joyful wind".

Free and easy, the writing is brilliant.

It was only a matter of time before the Taoist priests were defeated, or in other words, they were already completely defeated and were just trying not to admit it.

It was only later that I ran out of ideas and even threw out improvised limericks.

The scholars beat their chopsticks and sang loudly, taking advantage of the victory to pursue them, and they were wild and aggressive in the sparse.

A young and elegant Taoist priest who was drinking tea in silence suddenly stood up, took off the huge luggage from behind, took out a scroll, and silently threw it into the air behind him. A masterpiece floated in the air and slowly unfolded.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.

“I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.

"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places."

As soon as the Shangque came out, the scholars restrained all their madness, solemnly dressed themselves, chanted in low voices, and praised endlessly.

The power and eternity of words intoxicate the proud Confucian geniuses and put them in a good mood.

The Taoist priests turned back to look at the masterpieces that had appeared behind them, feeling relaxed and happy and in high spirits.

If the atmosphere didn't allow it, they would break the chopsticks.

With his reserve and grace, he turned his attention to Yi Yun, who was controlling the scroll in the air. He was the outstanding one among the Taoist students of this year.

That's not right either. The large characters on the scroll were written with force and strength, and they were not written by Yi Yun.

The shock and exclamation in Yan Ruoxing's eyes were undisguised. As soon as this word came out, the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Academy could be discontinued from now on.

The big characters on the scroll were written by Zhang Wang, but he couldn't believe that Zhang Laodao could hold back such heroic literary talent. The two had known each other for many years, so how could he not know who Yan Bao Taoist was?

"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will keep you awake.

"There shouldn't be any hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times.

"Nung, moon and new moon."

Some scholars recited, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes." Suddenly, empathy aroused sadness, and they beat their chests and cried loudly. There were also Taoist priests who raised their glasses to invite the moon, yearning for the artistic conception of "the heights are cold", and Some people are recalling the aftertaste of "May we live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart".

There are so many different things.

Yan Ruoxing stared closely at the last signature, which turned out to be the word "Anonymous".

Such a magnificent masterpiece will surely be passed down through the ages, so how could it not be signed?

Being slapped in the face by the Taoist priests with a masterpiece, he accepted the defeat and was convinced of the defeat. He felt like a spring breeze and welcomed the slap in the face with such shocking words every day to feast his eyes.

But how can you not sign it?

Is it a deliberate provocation to make them get what they want?
Several priests looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and held their hands towards the deacons of the Dao Palace opposite.

"Thank you for allowing us to see such a magnificent poem. Today, Daogong won the crown at the Literary Conference. His skills are superior. Please tell me which gentleman wrote this poem?"

Yan Ruoxing asked for advice.

Several Taoist palace deacons on the opposite side stood up and clasped their fists in return. Their poems were no better than Xiao Dao'er's. Their faces were calm and breezy, and the joy in their hearts was almost overflowing. Zhang Wang, the Taoist priest, smiled and said, "I found it in the corridor today. It may be a work of practice. There is no signature on it. I will ask Yan Jiaoyu one day to find out who wrote the lyrics."

He has made up his mind not to tell you.

Yan Ruoxing laughed loudly and said loudly: "'Ask the sky for wine', and how can we treat distinguished guests without wine? Today is a festive day. If you don't get drunk, you will never go home. Serve wine, and serve good wine!"

Soon, the young scholars and Taoist priests from both sides "fighted" into one, regardless of whether they were seated in east or west rows.

Shouting heartily, raising a glass to invite the moon.

The edicts and deacons sat above, talking about poetry and mystical Taoism.

A harmonious and happy group.

Yan Ruoxing asked Taoist Zhang Wang to go aside and proposed that he wanted to see the authentic hand-practicing work he found in the corridor. He could not allow such a masterpiece to be buried in obscurity. He understood it with reason and moved it with decades of friendship. .

Taoist priest Zhang Wang did not take the opportunity to manipulate it, and readily took out a flat wooden box from the storage space and handed it to the other side.

Yan Ruoxing opened the wooden box and stared intently. He ignored the slightly boring small regular script characters and stared closely at the clever literary spirit between the lines.

This is undoubtedly the original handwriting of the lyricist, and it must be the first time it has been published.

Unparalleled literary talent, causing the spirit of heaven and earth to condense.

The classics and legends are true.

He witnessed a volume of miracles and was almost moved to tears. It was a life-long experience.

"Pindao didn't lie to you. When I picked up the lyrics, there was really no signature. Brother Yan, can you return the original?"

Taoist Zhang Wang smiled kindly and showed no tackiness at all.

After Yan Ruoxing calmed down for a moment, he closed the wooden box, put it into his sleeve pocket, took out a goose egg-sized mellow topaz stone, handed it to his smiling old friend without any reluctance, and said, "I owe you." Brother, you are just a favor. If you do something good next time, I will definitely return it. Who wrote this word?"

He kept thinking about it.

Zhang Wang was playing with the Taihe Stone, and a shadow inside slowly circled like Tai Chi. He was filled with admiration, turned around and walked back, saying: "Brother, why do you insist on being like this? If you are destined in the future, you will know the person who wrote the lyrics. That person has no ambition. Don’t think too much about poetry.”

Xu Yuanchang is not an official member of the Taoist sect, so he cannot tell anyone.

Friendship is friendship, how can the talent that comes to your door be given up to the Academy?

I heard Xu Yuanchang said that the relationship between Yan Jiaoyu and Yan Jiaoyu was the transaction of two stones, and it was not certain whether they could meet in the future.

Early the next morning, Xu Yuanchang walked into Liuyuntai from the back door with a bamboo box on his back. The lecture hall was as noisy as a vegetable market. Eighteen Taoist priests looked excited and talked loudly and enthusiastically about "asking the blue sky for wine", thinking about "the cold at high places". The artistic conception of fairy spirit tells the story of last night's joy and elation.

Everyone talked about the poems and poems, and they all guessed who wrote it?
Xu Yuanchang put down his bamboo box, took out his pen and paper, and flipped through a volume of travel notes, not participating in the excited empathy of the Taoist priests.

If you hit too many walls, you won't be looking for trouble anymore.

A Taoist priest noticed the figure in the corner and was so indifferent. It seemed that the Taoist palace had won the academy for the first time at the Mid-Autumn Festival. It had nothing to do with him and he didn't care at all.

Thinking back to yesterday, Taoist Zhang and the casual cultivators were observing the students, setting restrictions, and talking alone for a long time.

Gradually, there were some different bold guesses.

"Xu Yuanchang, Taoist Zhang invites you to go to the Yanxia Pavilion. He will wait for you there."

A Taoist palace inspector stood at the back door and greeted Xu Yuanchang who was reading.

Xu Yuanchang hurriedly packed his things, put his bamboo box on his back and walked out quickly.

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　Thanks to my old friend "Zhixianxian" for your reward and support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)