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After Wen Tianyu finished reciting a wonderful poem, he turned around and saw the crowd, intoxicated by it, and couldn't help but feel a little complacent. This is all thanks to Tang Bohu, but his poems were preempted by him.

At this time, the old man was the first to come back to his senses, and saw that his face was full of surprise, and he said three good words in succession.

"Okay...okay...okay..."

"My lord is really right, haha, the correspondence is just right, without losing the rhyme, it can be called perfect." The old man said with satisfaction.

"Young master's literary talent is very high, and the little girl really admires it." The woman surnamed Yun stared at Wen Tianyu with a pair of beautiful eyes and said.

Seeing that Wen Tianyu was able to recite this poem, she saw that he was dressed in white and brocade robes, with a magnificent appearance, but his temperament was different from that of a weak scholar. He was domineering and soft, cold and gentle. Comparing with the person in front of her, she watched her heart beating thumping.

And the scholar really bowed down to Wen Tianyu, even though he admired Wen Tianyu's literary talent, he was unwilling. He wanted to perform well in front of Miss Yun and get this painting for her, so as to win her heart.The scholar thought in his heart, but his face did not change, he only looked forward to the next opportunity to show his talent in front of Miss Yun.

"The old man is wonderful. It's a coincidence that the next one is against the top one," Wen Tianyu said modestly, cupping his hands slightly.

The old man smiled slightly and said: "Young Master, if you are right, you are right. There is no need to be overly humble. This old man is thirsty for talents. If you are presumptuous, please tell me your name."

The woman surnamed Yun also showed anticipation on the side, waiting to ask Tianyu what to say, such a literate person cannot be an unknown person, she really wants to make friends with such an extraordinary person, as long as she knows his name, in the future It was much easier to find him.

Wen Tianyu blushed slightly at this time, he didn't expect that his sudden whim would cause him some trouble, if he told the truth, no one in the world would know the identity of King Xiaoyao, if he talked like this, it would be even more troublesome, he slightly After thinking about it, don't tell them.

Wen Tianyu bowed to the old man and said, "My surname is Kuang and my name is Tianyou." After finishing speaking, Wen Tianyu said in his heart, I can only be sorry, old friend, I will replace it with your name for the time being, so that your name can be left in history , It can be regarded as repaying this borrowed favor.

The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and said: "Ah, the person with the surname Kuang, the old man is a frog at the bottom of the well. I have never heard that the surname of Kuang is the family name. I don't know Mr. Kuang...?"

The woman surnamed Yun, the scholar and everyone also bowed their heads and thought about it. You said something to him, but no one could explain why.

Wen Tianyu sighed slightly when he saw everyone like this, the surname Kuang already existed in the Qin Dynasty, how come people in this dynasty didn't know about it?

Wen Tianyu didn't want to explain further, and said, "There are so many strange surnames in the world, it's not surprising, but there are very few Kuang surnames here, and it's not surprising that the old man has never heard of them."

Hearing this, the old man apologized and said: "Haha, the old man is ignorant and ignorant. Mr. Kuang said that there is no need to get entangled with this surname. Then this painting will belong to Mr. Kuang according to what the old man said earlier."

After the old man finished speaking, he put away the picture of the sound of pine trees on the mountain road on the scroll shelf, rolled it up and tied it up, and sent it to Wen Tianyu and said, "Please keep it, Mr. Kuang, although this painting is not worth a thousand dollars, it is also the most similar to the original one." It's an imitation."

Wen Tianyu raised his hands to take the scroll in the old man's hand and said, "Thank you for the gift, old man. I'm quite interested in famous paintings, so you're welcome."

When the woman surnamed Yun saw Wen Tianyu put away the scroll, she felt very sad, but it was not easy to win someone's love, and my father loved the painting so deeply, what should I do?

At this time, noon had passed for a long time, and Wen Tianyu put away the scrolls and felt a little hungry. From morning till now, he hadn't eaten a single grain of rice or a drop of water. Ordinary people would be so hungry that their hair would faint and their body would be exhausted. But he Relying on deep internal strength, I only feel a little hungry until now.

So Wen Tianyu thanked the old man, then took his leave and left the crowd, planning to find a tavern to fill his stomach.

Walking to the door of a tavern on the street, seeing that there were not many customers inside, it was considered quiet, so Wen Tianyu stepped into the tavern, looked up, and saw that there were seven or eight redwood Eight Immortal tables in the tavern, but three tables were already full. The guests drank wine and chatted about homework.

At this time, the waiter in the tavern saw a guest and saw that he was dressed like a nobleman, so he hurried forward to greet the guest.

Xiao Er said with a smile on his face, "Young master, please. Dare I ask you what you want to eat?" After speaking, he led Wen Tianyu to a table by the window, and began to busily set up another teapot and pour a cup for the guests. Fragrant tea.

After sitting down, Wen Tianyu put the scroll on the side of the table, twisted his body, took a sip of the tea that Xiao Er had just poured, and a scent of the tea slowly surrounded the tip of his nose after a long time before dissipating.

“Good tea”

Wen Tianyu praised after drinking, and the little girl said happily after hearing this: "My lord, this tea is specially made for the guests in the tavern. , I often come here for a few drinks whenever I have free time.”