Chapter 107 Lao Bie Keng Poetry Club
It's mid-May.
At noon, the sun is at its peak.
After walking a few hundred steps into the mountains, the heat subsided. There is still a sense of coolness among the green trees and shades.
The birds were chirping and the bells were crispy. She kept mouthing and eating eggs while asking: "You haven't forgotten to study recently, have you?"
"Don't let go of the scroll," Meng Yuan said.
"That's right." Xiang Ling said in a very mature tone, with a master's tone, "If you don't read for three days, you will be as stupid as an old sow."
She tilted her head and rubbed Meng Yuan's ear with her hair flower, "You pick it up!"
"..." Meng Yuan thought for a while, but really couldn't answer it, so he said: "Let me think about it."
"Alas." Xiang Ling sighed, "Xiao Jiangjiang, you must have neglected your studies."
She stared wide-eyed, stuffed the remaining half of the egg yolk into Meng Yuan's mouth, and taught: "I write at least three poems a day now, sometimes five! You have to... open your mouth!"
Meng Yuan vaguely remembered that on the way back from conquering the Earth-Shaking King Kong, Xiangling asked for advice on poetry.
Although the journey was far away at that time, the two of them had a great conversation. After Xiangling saw her ability to chant casually, her big eyes were clearly shining, she was extremely envious, and she kept praising her.
As time passed, Xiangling entered school and became more capable. She also learned the ability to chant casually, and she was still better at it.
In comparison, Meng Yuan is just a crude martial artist, while Xiang Ling is about to become a poetry immortal.
Meng Yuan opened his mouth, and the egg yolk was stuffed into his mouth.
"It's okay if you really can't learn it." Xiang Ling was considerate, "My godmother said, eating and drinking is better than anything else!"
She kept talking all the way, and soon she saw a bare high hill.
Then the old turtle pit appeared in front of us. The wind is warm in mid-May, and there are birds singing, flowers fragrant, and frogs croaking around the old turtle pit. There are huge lotus leaves and continuous water chestnut leaves floating inside.
Xiangling was very happy. She jumped off Meng Yuan and crawled back to her nest.
After a while, I took out an oil paper package and placed it on a bluestone next to the old turtle pit. I opened it and saw some dried fruits and a few dried petals.
Then Xiangling fell onto the lotus leaf again. She was very dexterous, jumping up and down, and happily picked the lotus leaves.
"Pastoral poetry, carefree." Dugu Kang looked at it from a distance and sighed again, "The morning bell and evening drum can't wake up the famous and wealthy people in the world; the sound of the Buddha's name can't wake up the lost people in the sea of suffering."
As he spoke, he put the wig on his head.
"When will you give me the secret map?" Meng Yuan never forgot the promise.
"Donor Meng, what are you so anxious about?" Dugu Kang smiled lightly, "It won't be too late to tell you when you reach the seventh level."
"Master Liao Kong, are you going to break your promise and get fat?" Meng Yuan laughed.
"Don't slander others." Dugu Kang said, "We made an agreement before we set off. You and I will be able to talk about Taoism. When you reach the seventh level of martial arts, I will naturally give it to you. The Heavenly Secret Map is indeed precious, but it is also It’s not that precious. You and I are close friends, so what if I give you a piece of protection?”
"I have entered the seventh level." Meng Yuan said.
"..." Dugu Kang stopped and looked Meng Yuan up and down. He stretched out his fingers, "You, you, you..."
"When will you give it to me?" Meng Yuan smiled.
"I have been tricked by you! I have been deceived by you!" Dugu Kang chirped, but he still said firmly: "Wait until we go back."
The two chatted, and Xiangling came back happily carrying three lotus leaves.
She placed three lotus leaves on the bluestone, which were obviously used as cushions, which shows her care for guests.
"Xiao Jiangjiang, fellow student Du, please have a seat." Xiang Ling looked like a host, and then sighed, "It's a pity that we don't have any wine, otherwise we can give the drinking order!"
"I don't drink." Meng Yuan didn't want to spoil the child.
"I'm not allowed to drink alcohol." Dugu Kang also sat down.
"You two can't do it!" Xiang Ling hugged his upper limbs together, stared at his big round eyes, and said seriously: "Without wine, the taste of writing poetry will be half as bad!"
After entering school, I didn't learn the good things, but I learned all the bad habits.
Xiangling said very solemnly: "Today our Lao Bie Keng Poetry Club is established. I am the president, and Xiao Jianjiang is the vice president. There will be many members in the future!"
She tilted her head, looked at Dugu Kang, and said: "The young craftsman asked me to write poems, so it is no problem for him to be the vice president. As for whether Mr. Du can join the club as a member, I have to take another exam to test your knowledge!" ”
"..." Dugu Kang was stunned for a moment. He looked at Meng Yuan, saw Meng Yuan turning away, and saw Xiang Ling looking ambitious, so he asked: "Miss Xiang Ling, what kind of poem can we write?" Feel free to come and take a test. ”
"Let me think about it." Xiangling lay on Meng Yuan's lap, and then climbed on Meng Yuan's head. After a while, she said happily: "Let's just eat!"
What's so hard about this? Dugu Kang could do it easily, but considering the performance of the two people in front of him, he still frowned in thought.
After about a cup of tea, Dugu Kang saw that Xiang Ling did not look impatient, but nodded slightly, as if a master was encouraging a student. He wanted to laugh more and more in his heart, and said: "Yes!"
He clapped his fat hands and chanted: "A piece of tofu has four sides, like white jade falling into a basket. The best tastes in the world are common, and the most common ones have the longest taste."
"You've got a chance!" Xiang Ling's eyes lit up, "What a great job! I'm getting hungry!"
"Wonderful!" Meng Yuan complimented casually.
"You can become a club member!" Xiangling nodded in praise, then looked at Meng Yuan and said, "It's your turn, little gelding craftsman." "..." Meng Yuan looked up and saw clouds flying in the sky, and said, "Suddenly I saw white clouds flying in the sky. , from a distance, it looks like a pile of sheep. It’s so delicious that I forget who I am.”
"What you did is so good!" Xiangling raised her head and used her little paws to build a pergola to look at the clouds in the sky. "My mouth is watering just listening to this!"
"It's your turn." Meng Yuan smiled.
Xiangling was more serious. She scratched her ears, looked at Meng Yuan, then at Dugu Kang, then around, and finally at Lao Turtle Pit.
After pondering for a long time, Xiangling said happily: "I have it too!"
I saw her singing happily: "The old turtle pit is open, lotus roots, fish and shrimp are growing inch by inch. Xiangling came to the pit and asked why no egg yolks grew!"
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Dugu Kang couldn't help but clap his hands and cheered.
"A wonderful poem!" Meng Yuan also praised it.
"Hehe, you two are doing very well!" Xiangling waved her hands modestly, but she was obviously so happy that she couldn't help but jump a few times.
Three bad poets sat opposite each other and praised each other, all of them sincerely.
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After discussing for a long time, Xiangling's egg yolk poem was finally chosen as the top one, followed by Meng Yuan's Baiyun poem, and Dugu Kang's tofu poem again.
"As long as you study diligently, one day you will be able to speak well like me." Xiangling didn't learn much knowledge, but he learned all the master's abilities and taught Dugu Kang with sincere words.
"Be taught." Dugu Kang is a person who doesn't fight or grab, and he will do what others say.
"Hey! I'm really promising!" Xiang Ling put her hands on her hips maturely, "If my godmother knew that I was doing such a big thing, I don't know how happy she would be!" She climbed onto Meng Yuan's shoulder and said, "Little Grooming Craftsman , let’s go burn paper for our godmother?”
"Okay." Meng Yuan flicked the cloth flowers on his head and asked, "Do you want to go to the city and have a look?"
"I haven't finished my studies yet." Xiang Ling quickly protected her hair.
"It doesn't matter, I can take you into the city now." Meng Yuan smiled.
"Really?" Xiang Ling asked with wide eyes.
"I can also find you a job." Meng Yuan smiled.
"Looking for a job?"
Xiangling was stunned. She stared with her big round eyes and said blankly: "Can a little weirdo like me do errands and get money?"
"Your vice president is very promising now." Dugu Kang said sourly.
"Forget it then." Xiang Ling quickly shook her head, looking like someone who had come before, "My godmother said that if you want to be successful, you have to be able to endure hardships. You are an errand in the Demon Suppression Department. If you want to be successful, you have to run out every day. It's dangerous. Very cool! ”
Xiangling grabbed the corner of Meng Yuan's clothes and said seriously: "Little general, you'd better not have any future, we can't have any future together!"
"I have no future to begin with. I have noble people to support me, but I am just messing around." Meng Yuan said.
"You can get money just by messing around?" Xiang Ling became even more vigilant, as if she was used to the wind and rain, "You have to be careful! My godmother and I just got a few eggs and we were arrested!"
Can that be the same? Meng Yuan smiled and pinched the back of her neck, "Let's burn paper for your godmother first."
"Okay!" Xiangling tightened the small bag, "I have all my poem manuscripts with me! Let's burn some poem manuscripts for my godmother."
The three of them packed their bags again, Xiangling simply nestled into Meng Yuan's clothes, leaving only her head exposed.
After going down the mountain, we came to the ranch and took the horses, and headed southeast together.
"You run slower, don't crush the pony." Xiangling hid her head in Meng Yuan's clothes and did not forget to teach Dugu Kang.
"..." Dugu Kang didn't know what to say, so he could only respond.
When we came to the Canglang River, we saw a hill with Chongxu Temple on it.
It was absolutely impossible to go to Dugu Kang, and Xiangling's words of persuasion were of no use.
With no other choice, Meng Yuan took Xiang Ling and took Xiang Ling through the back mountain path and went straight to the place where her godmother was attending classes.
When we came to the back mountain, we saw that the river was like a horse.
There were two people waiting outside the small courtyard, and they were acquaintances. They were Zhang Guinian and Zhang Lingfeng.
"Uncle Zhang, you..."
"What Uncle Zhang?" Zhang Guinian glared and interrupted Meng Yuan, "How many times have I told you, when doing errands, you must address your duties!"
Meng Yuan glanced behind Zhang Guinian and saw Zhao Jingsheng and Ke Qiuxian in the distance, each holding a fly whisk, chatting in a low voice.
They seemed to have noticed Meng Yuan's arrival, and nodded slightly from afar.
Meng Yuan cupped his hands towards them from a distance, then looked at Zhang Guinian and said, "Yes, Zhang Baihu."
"Yes, Zhang Baihu." Xiangling also bowed obediently, then stretched out her neck, leaned close to Meng Yuan's ear, and whispered: "This man has such great official power, he looks strange and is not easy to mess with."< br>
Her voice became softer and softer, "I don't want to be a bad guy anymore. He is more vicious than the teacher."
"..." Meng Yuan stretched out his hand and pressed Xiang Ling's two little ears onto his head.
(End of chapter)