Chapter 84 Good Poetry, Good Poetry

To a certain extent, he watched Song Yanqing grow up. Song Yanqing didn't like reading when he was a child. He just happened to practice in Shangqingzong. When the Song family forced him to study, Song Yanqing immediately hid in Shangqingzong. It is naturally clear that it is not difficult to find someone to write a few poems on behalf of the Song family's background.

As soon as he saw the poem in his hand, he could be sure that it wasn't written by Song Yanqing, but since everyone was dead, there was no need to say anything, let alone belittle anything in front of outsiders.

But then again, no matter what poetry or not, he can be regarded as convinced by Lu Shengzhong, and he can think of an entry point from the study area. At first, I felt that the other party was fooling people, but now that I think about it, isn’t it true that so many people in the Shang Dynasty are indispensable for using pens, inks, papers and inkstones, so the angle of attack is inconspicuous and not easy to attract attention. It can be said to be very tricky. Otherwise, they will be waited for.

"Borrowing Song Yanqing's poems to avenge him is considered karmic retribution. I hope Song Yanqing will be blessed in heaven!" Lu Shengzhong sighed, and then said to Liu Ziyu: "This matter should not be rushed, there is Tian Yumen There is no way to rush, so I hope Brother Liu will be more patient."

Liu Ziyu nodded: "Okay! Everything will be according to Brother Lu's plan!" The reason for the change in attitude is naturally because he saw Lu Shengzhong's ability, and the fact that outsiders came to purchase just now also proved that Lu Shengzhong's method is indeed true.

Lu Sheng thanked him for his understanding with his hands, and asked again: "I don't know how many people have come to Brother Liu's side this time, so that I can have a clear idea when planning."

Liu Ziyu: "There is also a senior brother and a senior sister, both of whom are monks in the golden core period, and they will naturally show up when it is time to show up."

Lu Shengzhong secretly sighed, power and power are good, in order to avenge a useless grandson of the Song family, Liuxianzong actually dispatched two golden core monks...

In the villa, under a vigorous old tree, the sun is warm, Niu Youdao stands there with one hand leaning on the sword, there is a kind of laziness in his posture, it is laziness, but it is not laziness, the difference in spirit and spirit, He looked calmly at the busy group of people under the ridge.

Under the ridge is a wasteland, and Yuan Gang instructed the monks of Nanshan Temple to develop it into a vegetable field, and is teaching the monks of Nanshan Temple to grow vegetables. The monks of Nanshan Temple know how to grow vegetables, but it is obvious that Yuan Gang's concept of growing vegetables is more advanced. Niu Youdao doubts whether Yuan Gang will make a whole greenhouse of vegetables one day.

On the way, Niu Youdao asked Yuan Gang to collect some cooking seasonings, but Yuan Gang collected a lot of vegetable seeds by the way, and Canglu County asked someone to get some.

Others don't know, but Niu Youdao knows that Yuan Gang has a problem, that is, he likes to grow vegetables wherever he goes. Yuan Gang doesn't like sitting cross-legged to meditate and practice. He likes to do so-called meaningful things, such as growing vegetables. At least in Yuan Gang's opinion, growing vegetables is more meaningful than meditating and practicing. The value between the two can't be compared He has theories, each has his own views and ideas, and he will not force Yuan Gang to do things he doesn't like.

Of course, growing vegetables is not a problem, and Niu Youdao also knows that it is a habit formed by Yuan Gang in his collective life, and the group Yuan Gang used to belong to is good at it.

It's just that it takes time to grow vegetables. There must be a growth cycle from planting to growing vegetables!

Knowing that he was going to leave and go to retreat to practice, Yuan Gang took the monks of Nanshan Temple to grow vegetables. Niu Youdao secretly sighed. Obviously Yuan Gang thought he would come back, at least from another angle, it proved that Yuan Gang's subconscious Not wanting to leave here made him quite helpless.

Niu Youdao felt that he couldn't make sense of some people's thoughts on certain things. He didn't know whether it was his own problem or someone else's problem. For example, the group of monks in Nanshan Temple in front of me clearly did a lot of things in the underworld. The morning and evening classes in the daily temple life will not be missed as long as they are free. , I don’t know if it is because of Yuan Fang’s long-term indoctrination, it seems that everyone is thinking about revitalizing Nanshan Temple, just like everyone’s belief.

While killing people and setting fire, they refused to eat meat! This made Niu Youdao feel unbelievable, what a fucking sickness, a bear demon actually wanted to serve the Buddha, and often dreamed about building a beautiful Nanshan Temple, thinking about building a golden body for the Buddha.

A bear demon actually pulled a group of monks to instill them not to forget the Buddha. It was completely upside down. Isn't this a disease or something?

After a long journey all the way, it was hard to rest. When everyone stopped, it seemed that all the problems of each person came out, and there was a stutter outside who had been kneeling for a few days, which made people upset...

The windows were wide open, and the door was also wide open, to show that the lonely men and widows in the house were aboveboard and did nothing shady.

In front of the dressing table facing the window, Niu Youdao was sitting, watching Shang Shuqing in the mirror combing her hair.

After the first time, this woman would show up at his door early every morning on time, almost causing Niu Youdao to misunderstand that the dignified princess likes to do the work of a maid.

After several days in succession, Niu Youdao almost got used to it, almost got used to thinking that there was a servant girl by his side.

He even had some doubts. Could this woman have fallen in love with him? If that's the case, he refuses to reject it, it's not judging people by their appearance, but you can't be scary, this is really not easy to accept.

But he knew in his heart that it had nothing to do with whether he liked him or not, it was purely a way to lower his figure to keep the guests.

Seeing others' kindness in this way, this is a trouble that can be seen clearly, so he also pretended to be confused and didn't refuse much, so as not to let others think too much.

"Master Dao, the preparations are almost done. You can leave for the secret realm tomorrow." Shang Shuqing reminded.

"Oh!" Niu Youdao said calmly, "Okay! Got it."

Shang Shuqing was ready for him to ask something, but the other party's reaction was so simple, she was silent for a while, and then said: "Master Dao, your poems are well written."

again? Niu Youdao smiled wryly: "I really don't know how to write any poems."

Shang Shuqing didn't argue with him either, "Master Dao misunderstood, I got a new poem here, I ask Master Dao to appreciate it and see how it is written."

Niu Youdao snorted, a little self-deprecating, "That should be all ears."

Shang Shuqing's hands didn't stop, and after brewing for a while, she said in a soft and tactful voice: "It used to be difficult for the sea to be water, except that Wushan is not a cloud..." He paused, because he obviously noticed that Niu Youdao's sitting body moved a little, and only heard Niu Youdao With a smile: "Yes, continue!"

Shang Shuqing then started again, "Once the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back lazily on Hua Cong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king... Daoist, how about this poem?"

"Good poem, good poem, not bad, not bad." Niu Youdao praised him greatly, then stared at the woman in the mirror and asked, "Where is Wushan in the poem?"

Shang Shuqing: "I have never heard of this place, but there are so many mountains and rivers in the world, it must be the place where the poet wrote the poem. I am also yearning for the artistic conception of this mountain in the poem. I will ask the poem writer for advice when I have time. , it won’t be too late to tell Master Dao after we get the exact address.”

Niu Youdao snorted, "Do you have time to ask for advice? Could it be that the writer of the poem is in Canglu County?"

"That's right! The poem is among the stationery items I purchased..." Shang Shuqing gave a general account of the encounter with the poem, and said with emotion: "Of course I have to ask about the origin of such a good poem. A question from the shopkeeper of a store called 'Jingmoxuan' specializing in stationery, I never thought there would be such sages and refined scholars in this small county, so I had the time to ask for advice face to face."

"He is indeed a sage and refined scholar. If he has the opportunity, he must see him." Niu Youdao agreed.

After the hair was tied up, Niu Youdao got up and pulled his clothes, and took the sword and club in his hand, and personally sent Shang Shuqing out.

When he walked to the gate of the outer courtyard, Niu Youdao suddenly said: "Princess, can we postpone the trip to the secret realm? I suddenly remembered something. I don't know if it is convenient to change the time?"

Shang Shuqing was stunned for a moment, but still nodded and said: "It's okay, you can talk about it when the Taoist wants to retreat." She bowed slightly and said goodbye.

After watching her leave, Niu Youdao turned around and went back to Yuan Gang who was sitting in the pavilion wiping his dagger, and touched Yuan Gang's foot with the scabbard in his hand.

Yuan Gang looked up, waiting for his words.

Niu Youdao said calmly: "I just heard a poem, do you want to listen to it?"

Yuan Gang didn't speak, and continued to wipe the dagger with his head buried in it, as if you liked to talk or not.

Niu Youdao said slowly: "It used to be difficult for the sea to be water, except for Wushan, which is not a cloud. Take the time to look back at Hua Cong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a gentleman... How about this poem?"

Yuan Gang didn't even lift his head, but paused for a while in wiping his hands, "Aren't you too boring, are you interested?"

Although he has no talent and knowledge of the ancients, it is not enough that he has never heard of this poem. He has been in the ancient business for so many years.

Niu Youdao looked down at him: "The princess just read it to me, but I have never read it to her."

Yuan Gang was stunned for a moment, slowly raised his head, and said, "You know I don't do such arty things." The implication was to declare that he had never told the princess about the poem.

Niu Youdao: "This matter is a bit interesting. The princess said that it was written by the shopkeeper of a store specializing in stationery in the city. Could it be that other people besides us have come to this world? It's not impossible, but if It is also a bit of a coincidence that it also appeared in Canglu County."

Yuan Gang was suspicious, "Are you sure you didn't tell the second person this poem?"

"I got to the point!" Niu Youdao turned around slowly, looking far away, "I did tell this poem to a person, but that person is dead, and you slaughtered him in Nanshan Temple. That person's name is Song Yanqing!"

It is related to Song Yanqing, and also appeared in Canglu County, so there is no need to guess who it is for! The dagger in Yuan Gang's hand sank into the sheath on his leg, stood up, and stared at him.

"The name of the store is 'Jingmoxuan', let's find out the situation." Niu Youdao said lightly with his back turned.

Yuan Gang didn't say anything, and left quickly...