"Your handwriting is good, you can write these posts."

On the afternoon of that day, Mr. Yan brought a stack of gold-plated gift posts, and the cover of the post was printed with a big word "Shou". The stroke was long and it seemed as if it was poured ink after being drunk, and it was still unsatisfied.

"Sir, are you going to have a birthday?" Li Qing looked at the pile of golden gifts and couldn't help but be surprised. Mr., always simple and indifferent, how could he use such a vulgar invitation to post?

"It's not me, it's the grand master. In a few days, it will be his seventieth birthday. The mansion is too busy, so please help." Mr. Yan pulled a piece of white paper and said, "Old man's birthday, our school must also express that it is not rare to send money, just write a few auspicious words!"

He focused his eyes and thought intently, but he could not write. After a glance, he saw that Li Qing had already written like the wind. He waved his hand and wrote two lines of words. He hurriedly put down his pen and looked forward to take a closer look. It was parallel prose. He was slightly surprised. Why did he do it if he hadn't taught him yet?

I was suspicious, but I chanted:

"It's like being a guest, why ask Kang Ning? But if you have enough money to have, the jar has enough brew, and the pot has enough grain. Take a few pages of old paper to enjoy, and sing. You should be broad and your skin should be stubborn, and your facial features are more agile than thousands of officials. You will be less than seventy years old;

If you want to become an immortal, you will have troubles. You will only make your ears without vulgar sounds, your eyes without vulgar things, and your chest without vulgar things. You will be able to penetrate a few new flowers. You will sleep late and get up early. You will be as leisurely as two days. It is more than a hundred years old."

Before I finished my studies, the repeated applause had already echoed throughout my private school.

"Did you write this?" Mr. Yan's eyes were bright and there was an incredible surprise in his eyes.

Li Qing blushed. This was written by Zheng Banqiao. He had silently come down to give a birthday ceremony to a university teacher. Although he knew that the people of Tang didn't know, he did not dare to seize the intellectual property rights of his descendants. He hurriedly said: "It's not what I wrote. I read it when I was young, but I don't know who wrote it."

"I think so, the writing is grand and the world is clear. If you don't have to write it for 50 years of life experience, how old are you?" When Mr. Yan said this, he showed a rare gentleness on his face, patted his shoulder and sighed: "Although you didn't write it, you can admit it calmly. This is great! In life, only the word "integrity" is the word "trust" every day. You come on time every day and learn continuously. This word "trust" has been used. Today, I will see that you are sincere and can be taught by the child!"

He carefully picked up the banner, dried it, chewed it carefully and read it again, and then he smiled and said, "We will use this as a gift in our school. I will find someone to frame it. You will put the children out of school later."

After Mr. Yan left, Li Qing secretly screamed ashamed. Fortunately, he didn't say that he wrote it himself, otherwise he would have let him write another one, but he would throw it home. He washed his hands, sat back to the table, and began to write it one by one on the gift post according to the list left by Mr. Yan.

Before it was almost dusk, a few crows came from the window. It was already early summer, but the land of Bashu was still full of spring and the flowers in the forest were not yet fading. Li Qing had just finished writing the last picture, but suddenly he found a long figure dragging out of the ground. Li Qing looked up and felt that the person who came was tall and his dark body blocked the afterglow, but the dazzling sunlight still came from the gaps on both sides, illuminating his eyes so hard that he couldn't open it. However, he was sure that the person who came was not Mr. Yan.

"Mr. Yan is here?" The visitor suddenly realized that it was not Mr. Yan in the room, so he stopped urgently and asked apologetically.

"Mr. Yan is out, I'm afraid he won't come back today. If there is something urgent to do, I can take you to his house." Li Qing's eyes gradually adapted to the dazzling light. A man with long beard appeared in front of him, wearing an ordinary white robe and wearing a jade on his waist. The jade is gentle and ancient. There was a faint elegance in his smile. The two of them met, but a luxurious and joyful light flashed in his eyes. Li Qing suddenly felt that his thoughts seemed to have been seen through by this person.

"Haha! No, I just take a look. The young master is the new gentleman?"

"No, I am also a student of Mr. Yan, my surname is Li."

"It turns out to be Mr. Li." The man smiled and slowly walked towards the table. He picked up a written post and suddenly shot out a brilliant color in his eyes. "Good words!" He blurted out: "The font is round and plump, rigorous and dignified, but when he looked closely, he saw the brushwork vigorously and steeply. This word is unique and rare, not bad! Not bad!" He put down the invitation to post, and his eyes were already hot.

"Young Master's name?"

"Mr. My son is very honored. His surname is Li and his courtesy name is Yangming. He has only been studying here for April."

The man looked him up and down, then picked up the post and savored it carefully and said, "The word is like the person. From this word, I can infer that the young master is friendly and kind outside, easy-going, but he is rebellious in his heart and has clear grudges. Is it right?"

Li Qing said nothing and spread a piece of paper and said with a smile: "It is unreasonable to come but not come! Please leave the calligraphy behind by sir."

The man was stunned and said with great interest: "Do you mean you want to save my temperament? It's okay! Let you guess."

He grabbed the pen and wrote two poems by Wang Mojie on white paper: "The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows on the stones."

He threw down his pen and smiled, "How? Can you tell?"

Li Qing only glanced slightly and said lightly: "This is not your original word, how can I guess?"

The man was extremely surprised: "How can you see?"

"The so-called poetry does not seek skill, and the characters do not seek strangeness. Innocence and innocence are my teacher. This 'natural' can be interpreted as nature. The characters should be written according to the heart, and only by nature can it be written according to nature. The words, from the bright moon and pine, are written in a strange and ancient way, and the brushwork is vigorous. Only when you write the word "upper stream", it is completed in one go, and you can't help but reveal your originally idle and clean brushwork, like the loneliness of fishing alone in the cold river and snow, so you can take the tip and avoid the moistness, which is obviously not your original word."

When Li Qing said that poetry does not seek skill, and his words do not seek strangeness. When his innocence is my teacher, the man's eyes showed a look of surprise. When he said that the last two words were revealed, the man said "Oh", and the shock in his eyes gradually turned into respect.

"Well said it! You can guess it correctly, then you may have guessed my identity from the last two words?" the man asked with a smile on his beard.

"The writing style shows the writer's condescending mood, but there is a hint of mercy in his writing."

Li Qing said slowly: "I can write such an official momentum but cannot escape the customs of merchants. Master Xianyu, what am I right?"

"Young Master Wizard!" The man sighed: "Not bad! I am Xianyu Zhongtong."

"The genius is not a question. Even if I can't see it, I know you are Lord Xianyu." Li Qing pointed to the jade pendant on his waist and said, "Didn't your name be clearly written on the jade?"

Xian Yu Zhongtong was shocked, but there was a burst of applause and laughter behind him: "It's really interesting. Master, this young man always makes people unexpected words, but every word is gems, which makes people feel a long and deeply touched. What do you think?"

The two of them looked back and looked anxiously, but Mr. Yan, who was like a bamboo pole, stood at the door, his eyes full of joy.

"I'm here to get it!" Mr. Yan pointed to the desk, and Li Qing found that there was a blue and white cloth bag lying there. It turned out that he forgot his purse. In a blink of an eye, he found several round little heads poking into the door. He slapped his forehead, "Yes, he was just talking, but forgot that the schoolchild next door was still waiting for school!"

He said sorry to the two of them and rushed to the next door, but saw that the door was already crowded with children. They all looked anxious and complained. When they saw him coming, they all ran back to their seats.

"I'm sorry, everyone, it's too late! Now I'll arrange my homework tonight, teach it in the morning, write each word ten times after I go back, and I'll teach "The Analects of Confucius. Shuer" tomorrow. Everyone should read it first in the evening. That's all today, and you can finish school."

As soon as he finished speaking, several impatient children had already snatched the door and disappeared. Li Qing saw that Xitian was already blood-red and his stomach was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. He didn't want to disturb the conversation between the two. He dragged his long figure and walked towards the residence.

Just after Li Qing left, Xian Yu Zhongtong witnessed his back disappearing and asked Mr. Yan anxiously: "Who is this boy? This is my first time seeing him."

Mr. Yan smiled and said, "He is the companion to the eldest son's nephew. He was originally acquainted with Zhang Qiu, but unexpectedly he was the guest. Although this person has a weak foundation, he has a very high talent and a different temperament than ordinary people. I am also lucky. If he gets this good disciple in his old age, it will not be a waste of my efforts if this son is prosperous in the future."

"Sir, right! This boy is indeed a genius, but his words are a little immature. It can be seen that he is not well-educated in the world. He has been hard to train for a few years and is really a piece of beautiful jade." Xian Yu Zhongtong lowered his head and remembered what Li Qing said just now, "Poetry does not seek skill, and words does not seek strangeness. Innocence and elegance are my teacher."

"Well said it! I'll wait and see how far he can go!"—
Chapter completed!