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"What a monk with immortal wind bones. This must be your master, Master Dream Confusion, right" Cao Zhongde's eyes lit up, and he first glanced at the wine jars that had just been dug up and were being cleaned, and then his eyes fell on the abbot of Dream Confusion who was pretending to be forced, and shook his head and said with emotion.

"It's the family teacher." Duan Shaojun looked at the grass pavilion, and the corners of his mouth almost fell into the waterhole, this grass pavilion was not available before he went down the mountain. It seems that in order to install fairy wind bones in front of Cao Zhongde, a famous calligrapher, his own master has invested a lot of money, and I really don't know where those old grasses came from.

It wasn't supposed to be a piece of money, or it was taken directly from the haystacks of those peasants' houses. Duan Shaojun shook his head with a look of disdain, it seemed that he was really still a noble person with ideals and reasons.

At this time, the abbot of the dream saw Duan Shaojun and his party walking towards this side, dropped the pu fan and walked out of the grass pavilion to meet them. "Hahaha Lao Qu these days of leisurely Zen, occasionally aware, then the disciple down the mountain, I don't want to, I heard that Cao Gongzi came to Lanting, so my eldest disciple took the aging of Lanting King to lure Gongzi up the mountain. Lao G's little trick must not be able to enter the eyes of Cao Gongzi. I hope that the son will forgive his sins."

Cao Zhongde and the others looked at each other in amazement, and after coming back to their senses, Cao Zhongde smiled appreciatively and dreamed of the abbot with a deep salute. "The master is so painstaking, it really makes Cao Cheng afraid"

"Cao Qianjin's name has been famous in Jiangnan for nearly ten years, but I can't imagine that you are so young, which really makes Lao Wei have to admire you young heroes." The abbot of the dream helped Cao Zhongde up, stroked his long beard, and said with an admiring expression. The two looked at each other and laughed loudly, laughing so much that Duan Shaojun and the others all looked at these two inexplicable guys blankly.

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"It's not right to laugh at enmity, these two people don't have any hatred at all." Chen Jian touched his chin and muttered curiously.

"Cousin, why don't you come over and meet the master," Cao Zhongde turned his head and shouted at Chen Jian. Frightened, this kid was excited, and rushed over to quickly greet the abbot of Mengfu.

After the cold noise, the guests and hosts sat in the grass pavilion, although it was a little simpler, but it was surprisingly consistent with the scenery of the distant world, Cao Zhongde praised the Hidden Dragon Temple as worthy of being a famous cave in the south of the Yangtze River, and his eyes fell on the wine jar that Duan Shaojun's senior brothers moved over.

"Although Lao Wei said that he played some small tricks to invite Cao Gongzi to come over, in fact, there is no malicious intent, if Cao Gongzi still has a mustard in his heart, please also see how to put it down for the sake of these altars of Lanting Wang's fifty-year-old wine" Dream of the abbot is worthy of being an old Jianghu, and he puts his position very low.

This face even made Duan Shaojun feel that this girl should not have invited some profiteer to pretend, otherwise why didn't she pretend at all, and her flamboyant tongue was comparable to her own business genius.

After dreaming of the abbot, he glared at Duan Shaojun with his evil triangular eyes, and finally made this thing sure that it was indeed his treacherous master.

Receiving the glance from his master, Duan Shaojun coughed dryly. "The senior brother has a life, and the disciple should obey it. Come on, come on, such a fine wine, even if it is my little brother, this is the first time I have seen it. I didn't expect that Cao Gongzi was so valued by his family teacher. ”

"Master, you are so polite, alas, Cao doesn't know what to say, in short, Master, your hospitality really makes Cao a little scared."

Cao Zhongde is a person with a true temperament, saying one thing and doing this one, but the old man who dreams of the abbot is definitely a long-eyed talent, and if he wants to calculate someone, he will definitely be able to make the calculated person like a spring breeze.

To be realistic, if the old guy who dreamed of the abbot really wanted to calculate Cao Zhongde, he would definitely succeed, and Cao Zhongde had to count the money while being moved with tears streaming down his face.

However, then, when the abbot of the dream fell on Hu Xiaoniang, this guy felt like he had seen a fierce beast that had been devoured by people showing its sharp fangs, and he shivered all over.

"Shocking, listen to your father, I'm going to let you enter Beijing next year to take the exam, right" The dream abbot grinned with a smile, and his snow-white teeth looked very bright.

"Master, that's true." In the face of this old monk who has left a huge influence in the minds of Hu Xiaoniang and other Lan Tingjun since he was a child, Hu Xiaoniang's performance at the moment is definitely that Sven can no longer be Sven, and he can no longer be respectful.

"However, you don't seem to want to go home all day, right?" The abbot of the dream said this, and after a pause, he said to Hu Xiaoniang. "Don't go down the mountain for a while, the old man has something to tell you."

Hu Xiaoniang's face was like a yellow lotus that had just chewed a big mouthful, the bitter gourd was incomparable, but she didn't dare to disobey at all, and after answering honestly, she shrank behind Duan Shaojun.

When the wine jar was opened, it seemed that the taste of the wine was not as strong as that of thirty years of aging, but when the abbot found a bamboo spoon and inserted it into the jar and stirred it slowly, the strong aroma directly made people feel smoky.

Cao Zhongde was as refreshed as if he had taken a big puff of opium, and his eyes looked greedily at the aging wine that was only half a jar left after it was opened. "What a mellow taste, good girl, this feeling is simply, it's like the most beautiful taste in the world."

"This, Cao Gongzi, please taste it first, if you think this wine is too thick, you can add some fifteen-year-old wine mixed with it" The abbot of the dream handed a lamp to Cao Zhongde and said.

"No, no, it's good to drink like this." The guy's head shook quickly, and he carefully took the wine cup, closed his eyes and tasted it, and his mouth was full of slurp.

"Okay, it's so cool, this thing should only be in the sky, it's rare to taste it a few times in the world, it's really, thank you for the master's wine, you can drink this kind of wine, this life is worth it" Cao Zhongde looked dead without regrets, it seems that the state of a drunken maniac has begun to relapse.

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After a few glasses of wine, Cao Zhongde was completely stunned by the chattering dream abbot, having said that, Duan Shaojun didn't expect that his master was so versatile, not only strong in martial arts, but also has a deep attainment in music, and also has a very high talent in poetry and songs, and also dabbles in calligraphy.

He was even able to improvise a poem, which provoked Cao Zhongde to marvel that Lanting County is indeed the land of the hidden dragon and the Crouching Tiger, and this Hidden Dragon Temple is really true.

Duan Shaojun and others are more often the audience and foil, occasionally inserting two sentences to show their presence. The abbot of the dream and Cao Zhongde chatted very well, it can be said that they smell like each other, and even after a jar of wine, Cao Zhongde has already called the abbot of the dream a brother.

Seeing Duan Shaojun's face with a black line, mud ma, this guy wants to deliberately disgust himself, and he specially wants to be a generation old

"Brother Xian, why did this Cao Qianjin talk so well with the master, and I see how the master is so kind today, and his smile is much more than in the past. The age difference between the two is so big, it's too undeserved," Hu Xiaoniang muttered in Duan Shaojun's ear in a low voice.

"Forget the New Year, this kind of thing is very common, plus my master has been peeking at Brother Zhongde's calligraphy for a long time, don't pat the fart at this time, when will I be able to catch this goods and come to the Hidden Dragon Temple" Duan Shaojun whispered to Hu Xiaoniang and said the true meaning.

Hu Xiaoniang suddenly realized, and couldn't help but admire the shrewdness of the abbot of the dream. This old guy is too calculating.

Of course, in addition to bragging and farting with friends, naturally we can't forget to greet Cao Zhongde's cousin Chen Jian, in short, to make both of them feel at home.

The more Cao Zhongde chatted with the abbot of Mengfu, the more he admired the cultural skills of this old guy, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was convinced. No matter what the Four Books and Five Classics are, no matter what the scriptures and allusions, they can be easily obtained without effort.

Not to mention Cao Zhongde, even Duan Shaojun, who was his disciple, couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. I didn't expect the master to hide it deeply.

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