Laoshan Taoist Chapter 19: Only flow of fresh air and full of heaven and earth

　　 Although these people pretend to be readers, in Wang Yan's eyes, they are nothing more than sturdy children who have a good family and who blindly advocate following the trend through the name of scholars!

　　, let’s not talk about literati being indifferent, a true scholar will first explain the truth when something happens, gentle, gentle and delicate, how can you be like them, as long as you think it is wrong, you will use force without telling the reason.

　　As the saying goes: follow the way of the other, and give back to the body.

　　You have to use any method to deal with any kind of person.

　　, looking at the paper in the Jinpao man's hand, Wang Yan already had an idea in his heart. Since they claim to be scholars, they will solve the matter by the way of scholars.

　　 strode forward, and Wang Yan snatched the piece of paper.

　　"What are you doing? Do you still want to destroy the evidence?"

　　At first sight of this scene, the man in Jinpao was shocked, and he reached out to grab it. Unexpectedly, Wang Yan gave a light push, and the man in Jinpao couldn't help withdrawing several steps back.

　　 ignored them, Wang Yan unfolded the rice paper and scanned his eyes. The first thing that caught his eye was the title directly above, called "Song Mei".

　　 "A little red plum comes into the garden, and the snow is clear and bright and sunny! Qiongzhi and sparse shadows are so cold and beautiful, and there are people planting everywhere in the south."

　　 A seven-character quatrain, which is on the paper, signed by He Huailiang.

　　 "Good poem!"

　　 "It's really a good poem! He is a great talent."

　　The passers-by around 　　 couldn't help but praise them all.

　　The whole poem is neatly paired, and the rhythm is catchy. Every word and every sentence shows the praise of plum blossoms. This person is indeed worthy of the title of "Shijun".

　　 However, for Wang Yan, who has experienced nine years of compulsory education, although this poem is unique, it is still too ordinary after all.

　　 is full of talent, lack of artistic conception, and even less fairy.

　　 "I didn't expect you, a Taoist priest, to also recite poems! It's a pity that such a wonderful poem, chanting from your mouth, is an insult."

　　The green-robed scholar chattered endlessly, and still didn't intend to let him go.

　　 "This is it?"

　　 Wang Yan glanced at him, showing a look of disdain.

　　 "Don’t hide it from you, Xiao Dao happened to have read a few years of books and wrote a few poems. I dare not say how subtle it is, but any one of them can beat this poem ten times."

　　As soon as he said this, most of the people present were sighed.

　　"Hahahaha...little Taoist priest, ridiculously ridiculous, Master He's talent is well known in the world, and a random poem is worth a hundred gold. Don't know the depth, you Taoist priest, how can the ant shake an elephant?"

　　 A passerby laughed, obviously not believing it.

　　After his ridicule, many people were brought to the rhythm. Even He Huailiang, who was hiding upstairs watching the lively, couldn't help but laugh.

　　 "How can I know if I don't try it?"

　　 Wang Yan is neither angry nor angry about this. He just wants to get out of the situation as soon as possible, except for apologizing.

　　 Everyone has dignity, and some people even value dignity more than life.

　　Wang Yan admitted that he did not break the law and did nothing wrong. He just inadvertently stepped on a piece of paper with poems written on it, and was treated so unfairly.

　　If they were reasonable at first, they might even back down, but since they were so aggressive, I'm sorry, and he wouldn't accept it anyway.

　　 Right now these people are like crazy dogs. It is obviously not an easy task for them to let them go willingly.

　　Unless he can come up with more powerful works, let them know that there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are people on the people, so that they can frustrate their arrogance and the mentality of looking above the top.

　　"It’s not ashamed to say it! How talented is Mr. He, is he like a man of the wild? I advise you not to take your own humiliation, and wait upstairs with me quickly, in front of everyone, Mr. He and I am waiting to make amends."

　　The scholar in the Qingpao knew that He Huailiang was watching, so he just wanted to show more in front of him. If he can give him a poem from this, not to mention that he will have a lot of face in front of his colleagues in the future, that is, he will get it in the calligraphy and painting market. It can also be sold at a good price.

　　 "Yes! I must apologize."

　　The man in the brocade robe and a group of Confucian scholars also responded repeatedly.

　　 "Oh! I am still a reader, since you are so confident that my poems are not as good as him, why do you obstruct it in every possible way?"

　　Wang Yan felt that these people couldn't understand human words, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

　　" The trail admits that there is nothing wrong with it, and will never apologize to you. I stepped on his poem, and I would pay him at most one poem, even if you took the trail to the government office and met the county master , Xiaodao will only say that you don’t want to compensate yourself, it has nothing to do with me."

　　 These words were so dry that people were speechless for a while.

　　 "You...you...were strong words!"

　　 Jinpao is manly short-tempered, but can't think of any words for a while.

　　"That's it! Brothers, please stop arguing."

　　 When things got to this point, the young man He finally got downstairs.

　　, dressed in a light blue gown, with a handsome appearance, in his twenties, holding a folding fan, walked leisurely from the restaurant's gate, and showed up to make a persuasion.

　　 When everyone saw the gifted He, a feeling of admiration suddenly appeared, including many passers-by who were onlookers, who were also yelled by the son of He.

　　He Huailiang waved his hand, and the scene gradually calmed down.

　　 "Ashamed! Ashamed! This is a trivial matter, how did you make the trouble like this? The Taoist leader is really embarrassed, He has caused you trouble!"

　　He Huailiang apologized and bowed his hand to him.

　　"Master He is really hearty! He is not trivial."

　　 "That's it! Talented, with a good personality, it will become a great weapon in the future!"

　　Many passers-by were whispering and praised.

　　 "Don't dare to be it! It's a rude rude."

　　Since the other party came so out, Wang Yan was naturally unwilling to continue the stalemate, so he also replied, and at the same time returned the poem in his hand to him.

　　"He has a passion for meeting friends with poetry in his life, and when he hears it, the Taoist leader can also write poetry, and he is happy in his heart. If the Taoist leader does not give up, I hope he will teach him!"

　　 He Huailiang didn't even look at it, and threw the rice paper to the book boy who was aside, and said with a smile.

　　 As expected, the one that should have come is here.

　　 When I heard myself questioning his poems, I obviously couldn’t bear it, but it’s okay to resolve it face-to-face and save trouble later.

　　 "He is serious! How can the poems of the trail be compared with the son of He? It's nothing more than a moment of anger. I hope that the son will not see strangers."

　　Wang Yan was originally a polite sentence, but I didn't expect this to be heard in other people's ears, but it's not the same at all.

　　 "Isn't he quite capable? Why do I become so intimidated when I see Mr. He now! Hahahaha..."

　　 "Let me just say it! How can this man in the mountains compare to Young Master He? It's nothing more than a big talk. Now it is absolutely normal to be overwhelmed by our Young Master's talent."

　　Several scholars teased Wang Yan and laughed at each other.

　　 "Don't be unreasonable!"

　　He drank lightly all over~IndoMTL.com~The few people suddenly stopped talking.

　　"The Taoist leader is too modest, what Shirley said, sonorous and powerful, it is not like a joke, there are poems, so no matter good or bad, why not write it down and exchange it, so that I can open my eyes and learn from each other. Well!"

　　He Huaian finished this, and the Confucian scholar in Qingpao also took the opportunity to speak.

　　" Mr. He is right. If you really have the ability to write it, I am willing to apologize to you for the previous unreasonableness. If you can’t write it, or if the poem that you wrote doesn’t satisfy me, hum ! Lord He will not be held accountable in large numbers, I am not so good at talking."

When 　　 is said to be for this reason, Wang Yan already knows the other party's intentions.

　　 Today’s poem, if I write it out, it’s okay, if I can’t write it, there is a sharp contrast between the two.

　　 At that time, the surname He will not only take the opportunity to reap a wave of popularity, but also make him lose face in front of everyone, and show off the resentment in his chest, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

　　"Since Mr. He strongly requested, the trail has no choice but to show his ugliness. If the writing is not good, I hope you can forgive me."

　　The matter is over, and Wang Yan has no other way.

　　The waiter knew about it a long time ago, so he moved a table out of the restaurant and set up pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

　　The reason for this is to let him write in front of everyone.

　　Wang Yan is also welcome. There is a quatrain in his mind, with a smile on his face, stepping forward, swiping a pen in his right hand, and it's done overnight.

　　He Huailiang and several Confucian scholars were onlookers. After Wang Yan finished writing, the man in the brocade robe couldn't help but read one out.

　　The trees by the side of our washing inkstone pond, all flowers bloom with light ink marks.

　　 Don’t let people boast about the color, just let the air flow all over the world!