Holding this poem in his hands, Hu Hu Ning felt as if he had found a treasure. He lost control of his mood and murmured to himself.

Meng Beiliu was greatly surprised. He glanced over and saw that it was a poem of five unique poems: "We see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood; the spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return?"

It is a very straightforward poem with simple meaning and rhyme. It is a standard work, but among this stack of poems, it can only be considered average.

However, poetry is touching with emotion. It should be that a certain line in it happened to touch Hu Ning's heart.

Meng Beiliu suddenly felt relieved when he thought of some rumors.

After a while, Hu Hu Ning calmed down and said apologetically: "Zi Ning lost his temper. I hope the teacher will forgive me."

Meng Beiliu said: "Young Master Hu, you don't have to be polite. In fact, you are here to study in Bu Liu Caotang, and you don't need to be a disciple."

Hu Hu Ning said sternly: "That won't work. Once I come here and listen to the Master's lectures, I am a student. Respecting the teacher is the moral code of human beings."

After a pause, he continued to read the other poems one by one, and finally picked up the one that moved him just now: "Teacher, I have an unkind request."

Meng Beiliu was different from Chen Youniao. Of course he would not say "Don't ask if you don't want to ask": "Please tell me."

"Can I keep this poem?"

Hu Ning said: "What I mean is, I took away the original work and made another copy to keep."

Meng Beiliu thought for a while: "This is written by Youniao. I should have told him. But I made an agreement with him to exchange books for poems, so I can handle it on my own. Since you want it, take it.

."

Hu Hu Ning said happily: "Thank you very much, teacher."

So I took the Four Treasures of the Study and copied them.

Meng Beiliu looked at his calligraphy, which was slender and delicate, stroke by stroke, and extremely beautiful. He said that "people are like their characters", and it was true.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Holding the poem in hand, Hu Hu Ning couldn't wait to leave. When he went outside, a wrinkled old servant stood guard by the carriage: "Young Master looks happy, has he gained something?"

Hu Xi Ning raised his hand, paper floating in the air, suppressed his excitement, and lowered his voice to avoid being overheard by outsiders: "Look, there is a breath between the lines. I can feel it, it is the legendary literary spirit."

The old servant asked in surprise: "Did that boy really write it?"

Hu Ning nodded vigorously.

The old servant asked: "It's just that many great people in the literary world have difficulty writing with anger. How can he, a mere young man, write it?"

Hu Hu Ning blinked: "I also find it strange, and he wrote it without caring, and actually gave such treasures to Master Meng in exchange for a little time to study."

The old servant smacked his lips: "In that case, the best explanation is that he didn't even know that he had written a literary work."

Hu Ning thought for a while: "It's possible."

The old servant said: "Sir, literary energy is of great use in healing your wounds. After you feel it and absorb it, it can calm your mind, make you happy, quiet your mind, and brighten your soul."

"Well, it's a pity that there isn't much breath on it, and it will be gone after one use."

"If that kid can write for the first time, he will definitely be able to write for the second time. I will catch him and lock him in a small house. I will force him to write every day. If he cannot write, he will not be given food."

The old servant said viciously.

Hu Hu Ning burst into laughter: "You scared him so much that he can't write anything. This kind of thing should be done emotionally, logically, and naturally."

"But I see you suffering every day, and I feel anxious."

The old servant stamped his feet: "Otherwise, we can go directly to the door to ask for poems. Doesn't he want to study? Let's use a carriage to transport a few carts of books in exchange. This kid has obviously become a Taoist priest, but he still comes to study.

Taking the imperial examination is really a weirdo."

"Everyone has his or her own ambitions and ideas, so there's nothing strange about it. Besides, practicing Taoism and studying can also be done at the same time."

"Haha, my energy is limited, and if I am distracted, I will accomplish nothing."

Hu Hu Ning's eyes flashed: "I think he became a Taoist priest only after he was repatriated. He felt that his potential was exhausted and that the path to Taoism had ended here, so he turned to study, hoping to get a spot on the gold medal list."

The old servant said: "It should be like this... Let's not talk about his future. Master, we must seize the time to ask for poems."

Hu Hu Ning smiled bitterly and said: "I also think that it is just a literary work, and it will not be written so easily. Again, it should be natural and not deliberate. If we transport a few carts of books to exchange with great fanfare, it would be too abrupt.

What would he think? Moreover, he may not be able to write it. Poems in the normal sense, even if they are colorful, are useless."

The old servant said in annoyance: "That's right, things with breath are inherently ethereal. But this won't work, that won't work, we can't just wait and wait."

Suddenly he clapped his hands: "Yes, since he came to study and take the imperial examination, he is most likely going to pursue an official career. Men, fame and power are both things that ambitions pursue. So let's just do it

Add fuel to the flames and help him become famous. Once he has gained a certain reputation, he will have his poems, calligraphy and paintings purchased at a high price. As a result, there will be an endless stream of people asking for calligraphy and poems, so he will definitely write more. As long as he writes more

, there will be opportunities for literary works to appear.”

Hu Ning said: "This method is feasible, but fame comes too quickly. I am worried that at such a young age, he will not be able to bear it and will get lost."

The old servant said loudly: "He is a cultivator. If he doesn't even have this concentration and easily sinks into the world of wealth, that would be too bad. Besides, our move is essentially to help him, the world

During this period, I don’t know how many scholars were eager for fame and wealth, and they rushed to seek it, but they couldn’t get it? Besides, Master Meng recommended his poems in the literary world, wasn’t he doing the same thing? Master Meng regarded him as his favorite disciple, and wanted to help him. As for us, we are on the other side.

When asking for something, both methods are the same. The difference lies in the intensity. Anyway, you are helping him. To put it nicely, it is called 'helping others'."

Hu Hu Ning smiled slightly and said nothing.

In fact, what the old servant said is indeed true. Chen Youniao gained both fame and wealth without any harm. As for the side effects caused by becoming famous too quickly and making too much profit, it is simply that a well-fed man does not know a hungry man is hungry, and it is so hypocritical

very.

The old servant continued: "The most important reason is that this boy really has literary talent and poetic talent."

Hu Ning said: "Okay, then you go ahead and do it, don't be too anxious, just do it step by step."

"Hey, don't worry, sir, I understand."

Hu Hu Ning got on the carriage and sat in it, with his hands spread out and the poem on his lap.

Chen Youniao's calligraphy is sharp and sharp, with a sense of thinness and sinisterness. It is thin and fleshy, and the brushwork is exposed, making it look very energetic. It's just the pauses and turns that make it a little stiff. But it's not a big problem.

With time and practice, you will be able to fully mature.

"Not only is this person good at writing poems, but he also has the potential to become a celebrity..."

Hu Hu Ning secretly praised it, gathered his energy, and began to feel and absorb the breath between the lines.

The horse-drawn carriage rumbled along the bustling streets.

It was noisy outside, but it was quiet inside the carriage.

After a while, Hu Ning suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes clear and alert. The paper on his lap rustled suddenly, and the pen and ink on it fell off like powder and fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, only a white sheet was left.
Chapter completed!