"Haha, it looks like I can have a good meal today. Zhou Haifeng said with a smile, "Lao Liu, I will take the wine in a while, and drink it now." ”

"Of course. Liu Song nodded, "And it's only the two of us who drink." ”

"Hey, why can't I drink my wine?" Zhao Zhen said depressedly.

"Hehe, you'll be allowed to drink for a while, and you don't want to waste your time. ”

Liu Song waved his hand, "Go get the wine." ”

"Well, I'll believe you today. Zhao Zhen nodded, got up and went to the wine cellar.

Not long after, Zhao Zhen came to the banquet hall with a jar of well-sealed sago.

Syllable!

Zhao Zhen put the wine jar on the wine table and stared at Liu Song: "Take it out and let me see, if it's an ordinary thing, don't think about touching my wine." ”

"Hey, hey. ”

Liu Song smiled proudly, came to the wooden table on the side of the hall, and took out a piece of rice paper from his arms.

"Huh?"

Zhao Zhen and Zhou Haifeng followed, and when they saw this piece of rice paper, they quickly frowned.

Paper is the most common type of rice paper, how strong can the handwriting be on it?

Zhao Zhen shook his head with a smile, knowing that Liu Song, an old boy, was unreliable, and I was looking forward to it in vain.

He was too lazy to continue looking, and was about to turn around, when Liu Song spread out the rice paper.

Rumble!

A strong spring came to his face, Zhao Zhen felt that it had come to spring, the spring night was in a dream, the sky was already bright and I didn't know, when I woke up, I heard the joy of birds everywhere outside the house.

Following the chirping of birds, I remembered that I heard a gust of wind and rain in the haze last night, and I wonder how many flowers in bloom in the garden have been shaken down?

Zhou Haifeng on the side was intoxicated, the old man was most taboo in autumn and winter, and now it seems that autumn is going to spring, everything is recovering, and everything is full of vitality.

In the banquet room, there was silence, no one spoke, only the occasional crackling sound of candles.

Zhao Zhen was stunned, his eyes obsessed and crazy.

"Good words, good poems. ”

After half an hour, Zhao Zhen slowly reached out to "Spring Dawn", as if stroking a newborn baby, so carefully that even his palms trembled.

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, I hear birds crying everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, and I know how many flowers fall. ”

The words contain artistic conception, and they are connected to poetry, which is definitely the third realm of meaning. ”

Zhao Zhen stared at "Spring Dawn" tremblingly, as if he was afraid that it would disappear.

"Whew!"

Zhou Haifeng woke up from the atmosphere full of spring, he didn't know much about calligraphy, but he knew that this character was absolutely powerful.

"I didn't expect it to be a word in the realm of artistic conception. Zhou Haifeng nodded again and again, "Awesome." ”

"Old Zhou, come, let him see for himself for a while, let's drink. ”

Liu Song walked to the wine table with a smile, picked up the wine jar, and tore open the wine seal without hesitation.

In this process, Zhao Zhen did not move at all, and was still immersed in "Spring Dawn".

"Good wine. ”

Zhou Haifeng leaned over, poured a cup, put it in his mouth, tasted it carefully, and swallowed it after a while.

"It is indeed a good wine, such a good wine, there is only one in the Heavenly Dao City. Liu Song smiled, "I've been staring at this jar of wine for a year, and today I finally got what I wanted." ”

"Lao Liu, where did you get this character, I look at the ink, it looks like it was just written. Zhou Haifeng asked suspiciously.

"Your guess is right, I just wrote it this afternoon. ”

Liu Song swallowed the wine in his mouth and nodded back.

"Who, a calligraphy master passing by Heavenly Dao City?" Zhou Haifeng asked.

"No, today a young man came out of nowhere to be a teacher in our academy, and he wrote it casually. Liu Song roughly explained.

"The new young teacher?"

Zhou Haifeng noticed a key word, "No, it is impossible to write words without decades of immersion in calligraphy." ”

"Alas, that's for the average person, it takes decades to succeed, but for a genius, it may take only a year to achieve it. Liu Song shook his head, "Genius is unreasonable. ”

"Yes. ”

Zhou Haifeng nodded, he was deeply touched, he couldn't practice the best elixir if he alchemy all his life, Ye Chen's kid was only eighteen years old, and he could refine the best elixir after two attempts, it was really perverted.

I don't know if he has completed the formalities today, and when I go back tomorrow, I will lead him to get acquainted with the teachers of Danyuan and continue to invest emotionally.

"Oh, by the way, your granddaughter Yao'er came to me in the evening and said that she wanted to learn calligraphy and painting, and asked me to recommend a teacher, and I got Yao'er under the name of that teacher. ”

Liu Song remembered something and mentioned it to Zhou Haifeng.

"What?" Zhou Haifeng said angrily, "I thought this little girl was just talking, but I didn't expect to really go to the Academy of Literature." ”

"Hey, Lao Zhou, don't look down on our academy so much, if a martial artist wants to be strong, he can't do without our literature and art. Liu Song protested.

"Hehe, I didn't mean that, you should know that if you don't have talent, it's a pure waste of time to go to the Academy of Letters. Zhou Haifeng sneered.

"If Yao'er and other teachers are followed, they may not have achievements, but with Ye Chen, there is absolutely no problem, and they will definitely achieve something in the future. Liu Song said.

"Also, I still want to ask Zhao Zhen for a pair of words to refine her soul, and now that she has become Ye Chen's student, I don't have to worry about it......"

Before Zhou Haifeng finished speaking, he suddenly reacted, and suddenly raised his head: "Are you the teacher named Ye Chen?"

"yes, what's the problem?"

Liu Song looked over suspiciously.

Zhou Haifeng was stunned, and there were 10,000 horses running wildly in his heart.

Hold the grass, I just came to the academy today to become a teacher, also called Ye Chen, it won't be so coincidental, right?

But didn't Ye Chen go to the Dan Academy? How did he become a teacher in the Academy of Literature?

"You can see if Ye Chen is seventeen or eighteen years old, tall, and looks handsome. Zhou Haifeng asked.

"Hey, you know him. ”

This time it was Liu Song's turn to be surprised, "How did you know him?"

"Sure enough, it was him. Zhou Haifeng felt that Ye Chen had subverted his outlook on life.

A person who can refine the best elixir is already extremely powerful, how can he still write calligraphy and painting in the realm of artistic conception, this is also too powerful.

"Aren't you curious about how Yao'er's illness is cured?" Zhou Haifeng smiled bitterly and explained, "We went to find Master Lu, and Master Lu traveled far away. ”

After some tossing, Yao'er's body became weaker and weaker, and she was about to die. ”

"At this time, we passed by Qingquan Town and found a small family selling high-grade pills...... In the end, I found that it was actually refined by a young man, who could not only refine the high-grade pills, but also the top-grade pills. ”

"He had never come into contact with the Soul Condensing Pill, but after only two attempts, he refined the best Soul Condensing Pill, and finally cured Yao'er. ”

"Ahh

Liu Song was dumbfounded when he heard this, and asked, "Could that young man be Ye Chen?"

"Yes. Zhou Haifeng nodded heavily.

"Sub-Ao. ”

Liu Song couldn't help but be rude, "How can there be such a powerful person." ”

Compared with Ye Chen, the two of them have lived to the belly of a dog for seventy or eighty years.

The two of them were so shocked that they couldn't even drink the wine.

"Brother Liu, thank you. ”

At this time, Zhao Zhen finally recovered from his obsession, gently rolled up "Spring Dawn", came to Liu Song, and bowed deeply.

After watching "Spring Dawn", he finally had his own ideas, and he was not far from breaking through the realm of cunyi.

(End of chapter)