Immortal of Book and Sword Chapter 7: Xuanfu Talents

　　"My role model?" Chen Guhong was shocked, and seeing Wang Song's look of admiration goodbye, he gave birth to a strange heart. I thought, "My good friend has always been humorous and not serious. Even if the great master Ruan Yu is only admired by him because of his official position, he has not reached the realm of my generation's role model. Who is this person?"

　　With a thought, Chen Guhong asked: "Who?"

　　The classmates here also showed curiosity.

　　"I am a talented scholar in Xuanzhou, so is Liang Sheng, a student member of the government." Wang Song's face was full of admiration.

　　 "That's the Liang Sheng who can chant at the age of five, write a poem at the age of seven, and hit a talent at the age of twelve?" Chen Guhong said with a look of surprise on his face.

　　 "It's actually him?? Is he coming to Huangshan Poetry Club? You know that Xuanzhou is thousands of miles away."

　　 "It's amazing."

　　 My classmate was surprised again.

　　The circle of scholars and scholars is very circulated.

　　 Talented and elegant people always make people talk about it.

　　 Today, there are as many rising stars in the country as the crucian carp who crosses the river, but Liang Sheng, a talented scholar in Xuanzhou, is one of them. He is only 18 years old this year. He was born in the scholarly family of Xuanzhou. He is a prominent family. Within the five generations, he had eight scholars and twelve Juren.

　　 There are two high officials in the patriarchal court, and two of the same clan are also officials in the court.

　　 has a prominent family background, and his past resume has made him famous.

　　 Even children like Chen Guhong who don't pay much attention to scholar circles have heard of his reputation.

　　A talented person will bring respect in life.

　　 Chen Guhong is mysterious and intelligent, although he has gained the good fortune of the soul. But it is precisely because of this that I think that ordinary people can have such great talents and deserve respect.

　　 "With these three bright spots, this time Huangshan Poetry Meeting, I really should go see it." Chen Guhong thought in his heart.

　　 "How about, let's go together???? This time, I will cover all the expenses of this trip." Then, Wang Song put on a posture that I am a local tyrant and asked his classmates.

　　 But many classmates think about it, but few actually act.

　　 "I have to write to support my family."

　　 "It will be the county test again soon. I have to study hard to test the talents."

　　 everyone shook their heads and said. Someone also said to Wang Song: "Brother Wang, although the poetry fair is lively, we are only children. Even the scholars have not passed the exam. If you go there and meet the senior official, I am afraid that you will be said to be idle."

　　"It's just a gimmick to mention the academic officer. We don't have a lot of poetry talents, and it is impossible to fly up to the sky and see Grandmaster Ruan. The important advantage of going this time is to see Shi Miaomiao and Liang Sheng."

　　 Wang Song was excited and agitated.

　　 But everyone had concerns, and in the end only Chen Guhong agreed to go together. Suddenly Wang Song burst into tears, and put on Chen Guhong's shoulders, and said straightly: "Good brother, speak loyalty."

　　 After a while, the classmate party dissipated. Chen Guhong and Wang Song have an appointment to go out tomorrow. Chen Guhong returned home and said this to Chen Xiuxiu.

　　 Chen Guhong has only been active within the county seat since he was a child, and Huangshan Mountain is hundreds of miles away. Chen Xiuxiu was naturally uneasy, tearfully persuading Chen Guhong not to go.

　　 Although Chen Guhong was very moved, he insisted on going there and explained it to Chen Xiuxiu. Chen Xiuxiu reluctantly agreed when he heard that he could see the student mentioning officer.

　　 But still be careful, Chen Guhong is careful on the road.

　　 Early the next morning, Wang Song brought his domestic slave in a carriage. Before Chen Guhong got into the car, Chen Xiuxiu shook Chen Guhong's hand, tears in her eyes, and wiped it with her kerchief. Said: "Be careful on the road, don't look back when you encounter a robber, run immediately."

　　 "I see, my good sister." Chen Guhong was dumbfounded, took the veil and wiped her tears for her sister, waved, and got into the car under Chen Xiuxiu's reluctant gaze.

The 　　 carriage, surrounded by several domestic slaves, slowly left the city and headed towards Huangshan.

　　 Huangshan Poetry Club, three bright spots. People's hearts are floating, leisurely and fascinated. The two of them arrived at Huangshan after the horse-drawn carriage walked along the road, watching the scenery along the way.

　　 Huangshan.

　　 The mountain is not high, it is a bit delicate, not majestic, nor dangerous. But it is very famous. It is a famous mountain in Hangshan Mansion and even Liangzhou.

　　According to legend, Huangshi gained the Tao here, and it soared in the daytime. So far there is a monument and a temple on the mountain. Every year, there are good men and women who come to pray from thousands of miles away.

　　 has just responded to the phrase that if the mountain is not high, the name is immortal.

　　 This mountain is three hundred and twenty-five miles away from Chengyang, and the journey takes four days. The Huangshi Poetry Club was held on the same day as the day when Huangshigong was soaring. Therefore, when Chen Guhong and Wang Song climbed the mountain, the mountain was very lively.

　　 "Oh, come and take a look. This is the soil near the main body of Huangshi Daxian. Take it home to soak in the fairy gas, and have a long life."

　　"Fortune-telling test characters, fairies guide the way!"

　　 When there are more people, there will be business. I saw that near Huangshi Temple, many businesses related to Shenxiandao are very hot.

　　 There are no scholars in this world who do not speak strangely. Wang Song's scholarly family, but the whole family believes this. I couldn't move my feet when I saw this. With a sincere expression on his face, he folded his hands toward the Huangshi Temple, praying again and again. And he was very interested in the soil near the main body of Huangshi Daxian.

　　 "No, I have to buy home to be immortal." Wang Song said to Chen Guhong, then greeted several domestic slaves and squeezed into the crowd.

　　 Chen Guhong smiled, feeling a little emotional in his heart, and talked with Gaozhuang in the Purple Mansion in his mind.

　　"Can this temple have divine light protection?"

　　"This is probably a rumor from the common people. There is no mystery in this Huangshan Temple."

　　 Gao Zhuang's voice is very disdainful.

　　 "Okay."

　　 Chen Guhong shrugged, and then began to admire the scenery of Huangshan Mountain.

　　 Although this mountain is not as majestic as a mountain, Chen Guhong seldom goes out, let alone climbing. At this moment, ascending to look at the sea of ​​clouds, I have a heart-free mind, suddenly the young eagle spreads its wings, and the sea and sky are broad.

　　What does it feel like to think about the fairy soaring through the clouds and mist? It's unimaginable, but it's more fun than the bird, right?

　　 was full of longing, Wang Song turned back, and brought back a tacky suit.

　　 "Come on, I bought you a copy for Guhong." Wang Song came back cheerfully with a small sachet, and handed one to Chen Guhong by the way. As if picking up a big bargain, he said: "The dealer who sells the fairyland is also stupid. Such a good fairyland, but a bag of fifty cents, is cheap."

　　 "Okay!"

　　 Chen Guhong took the sachet, but was speechless. As the saying goes, people are good, you don't have to force it. The friend in front of him is actually smart, but now he looks like an idiot.

　　 Huangshan Temple Fair has nothing to do with the Poetry Fair. Although the scholar is in the red dust, he does not interact with the traffickers. Like plum blossoms in the snow, very lonely and tall.

　　The location of the Huangshan Poetry Meeting is on the other side of Huangshan Mountain. After Chen Guhong and Wang Song got the immortal soil, surrounded by slaves at home, they headed to another hill.

　　 left the Yellowstone Temple, and became much cleaner. Winding mountain roads all the way, but there is a deep secluded mountain and old forest, the illusion of gods living here.

　　The mountain road is long, as if it has no end. I don't know how long he has traveled, Wang Song was already panting, his tongue stretched out, as if he was hanging a ghost.

　　 He turned his head to look at Chen Guhong, wondering: "Guhong, why don't you blush or breathe?"

　　 From childhood to adulthood, the two human bodies can be similar, and the books are almost the same. Now he is tired into a dog, but Chen Guhong is ruddy and light as a swallow, as if he is traveling in the mountains, relaxed and comfortable. It is both strange and unconvincing.

　　"It seems that not only the soul is mysterious, but I also have a lot of physical strength." Chen Guhong guessed in his heart, but smiled on his face: "Recently, I have been walking around~IndoMTL.com~ I exercised my physical strength."

　　 "Okay." Wang Song didn't doubt he was there, and shrugged.

　　 traveled another distance, Wang Song felt that he was dying, and was about to let his slave go with him. A pavilion was exposed in the deep mountains ahead. The pavilion was very elegant, with smoke and fire wafting out.

　　 A melodious tea scent rushes to the face.

　　 "Someone is making tea there." Wang Song's eyes lit up, and he felt that his mouth and tongue were producing fluid, and his physical strength had recovered.

　　 "Guhong, let's speed up the pace." After that, this guy has already started and went quickly.

　　 "This stuff." Chen Guhong smiled and also quickened his pace. The group soon arrived outside the pavilion. The pavilion is famous for its mountain spirit and fits the environment very well.

There are five people in the pavilion, two maids, two domestic servants, and a scholar.

　　 The two maidservants in 28 years, the skin complexion is very white, the features are exquisite, the dress is very simple and elegant, beautiful but not glamorous, the look is respectful, the breath of wealthy maidservant blows on their faces.

　　 The two domestic slaves are strong, with divine eyes and wary expressions, not as stupid as ordinary domestic slaves.

　　 The scholar was 18 or 9 years old, with fair complexion, handsome appearance, wearing a blue Confucian shirt, a sachet hanging on his left waist, and a jade pendant on his right waist. The sachet is very fragrant and does not attack people. It smells very good. The jade is turquoise, and the whole body is warm and moist and looks first-class.

　　 At this moment, the scholar is sitting on the stone bench, two beautiful maids are in charge of making tea, and two domestic servants are standing on the left and the other, in charge of guarding. Seeing Chen Guhong, Wang Song and others, the two domestic slaves suddenly appeared alert.

　　Wang Song is a squire, and he often prides himself on his son. At this moment, as soon as I saw this formation, I felt ashamed. I thought, "What a noble boy."

　　 "I don't know who this person is, is it the Xuanzhou Liangsheng?"

　　 "Good fragrant tea." Chen Guhong's nose moved slightly, attracted by the smell of tea.