"The disciple told Prince Dayan that you are in retreat and asked him to please come back... Ouch, it hurts so much!"
The disciples who were closing the door were pressed on their shoulders and made a grunting sound.
"..."
The doctor's skin was almost covered with goosebumps. He pushed the disciple who had closed the door away and said, "Hurry up and close your door."
After saying that, he went straight down the mountain.
He wanted to greet him personally.
On the way down the mountain.
Tang Hu was holding a copycat print of "The Wine Swordsman" and kept muttering what was wrong with copying?
The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.
Who didn’t start from copying?
"Maybe the teacher is just drunk. When he sobers up, maybe he will be able to discover the uniqueness of my painting..."
Tang Hu thought in his heart.
There was sudden movement behind him, and he subconsciously looked back, his eyes suddenly brightening.
"teacher!"
He was shaking with excitement, knowing that the teacher would definitely come to him after he sobered up.
Enlightenment!
The teacher will become enlightened because of "The Wine Swordsman"!
In the name of Dayan Painting Sage, Tang Hu is welcome!
"old……"
call out!
Before Tang Hu could say the word "teacher", Li Mobai turned into a breeze and passed him by.
It seemed that he was simply ignored.
"???"
Tang Hu was stunned for a moment, what is the teacher doing? I am such a handsome young man. Didn't the teacher see clearly?
"Ah hey, teacher... Xiaohu is here!"
Tang Hu quickly chased after him. He felt that the teacher had not sobered up thoroughly enough.
…
Qingshan Academy.
Young Lin was also standing outside the mountain gate, alone.
He did not ask Zhao Tai to accompany him, nor did he ask anyone to protect him. He was quite reassured about his own safety.
He has a lot of trump cards, but he has many skills.
As for whether some Dao Sect disciples would attack and kill him... he hoped that would happen.
I'm afraid no one will come.
"Little friend!"
"Little friend!"
From a distance, Lin Yi heard a familiar voice, somewhat vague.
call out!
Then Li Mobai appeared next to Lin Yi. He was mostly drunk and looked at Lin Yi excitedly, "Little friend Lin Yi, you are finally willing to visit me..."
Li Mobai was about to cry, "Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?"
"Junior has met Senior Li!"
Lin Yi smiled and bowed to Li Mobai. Even though he was the prince, he still called himself a junior.
"Haha, just come here, why are you so polite? That...hehe!"
Li Mobai couldn't help but rub his hands together, his eyes rolling, and the meaning was self-evident.
Lin Yi didn't know what to say to Li Mobai, so he smiled bitterly and said, "Take it."
"Little friend, little friend!"
Li Mobai almost burst into tears and said: "You are the prince of a country. If you have anything to do with me, you can directly send someone to deliver the message. I have come from all over the world. Why do you need to run around like this?"
"Do you have any backache or something like that? I made some tiger bone wine in the academy. They are all great demons from the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. This special supplement can at least increase the number of times..."
Li Mobai was concerned about Lin Yi's health and asked for help.
"Old...teacher?"
Tang Hu, who was catching up, felt numb all over when he saw his teacher Li Mobai greeting Lin Yi.
Is this half-step to Asia Saint Li Mobai?
Is this his teacher?
"Why are you here? What did I say to you? Painting a tiger is not like a dog, go back and practice."
Li Mobai glared at Tang Hu, turned to look at Lin Yishi, and immediately put on a smile, "Little friend, let's go to my brother's bookstore to drink tea..."
"good!"
Lin Yi nodded happily. He came to visit Li Mobai, of course it was not a temporary move.
But there was a Dao Sect disciple in the academy, so he had to take action and hold a symposium with the master.
"Walk!"
Li Mobai grabbed Lin Yi's shoulder, pointed a finger in the air with his left hand, ripples appeared in front of him, and led Lin Yi in.
When he reappeared, he was outside Li Mobai's library.
Thump.
Tang Hu collapsed on the ground. When he first saw Lin Yi, he didn't see Lin Yi at all.
Later, Fu Yuheng, the dean of the Holy Academy, arrived and said that Lin was the one who gave Fu Yuheng the poem.
Nowadays, Lin has left many legends in the capital, such as the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion, the records of Yueyang Tower, and climbing the Stork Tower...
Any song can make him, a little painting saint, pinned to the ground and unable to stand up.
What made him even more unacceptable was that Lin Yi was still the Crown Prince of Dayan.
Lin Yi didn't even look at him just now, and he didn't see this little painter and great talent in his eyes.
His mentality is broken!
…
Qingshan Academy.
In Shoufeng Bookstore.
Lin Yi and Li Mobai sat on their knees, with the coffee table in front of them.
Li Mobai, whose mood had calmed down, was a holy man with a gentle smile on his face.
"Just now, I made the prince laugh at the mountain gate!" Li Mobai said with a bitter smile.
"The seniors are laughing, the juniors can understand."
Lin Yi didn't think it was anything. Instead, he felt that Li Mobai was very kind. He took out the poem "Journey into the Wine" from his sleeve robe, handed it to Li Mobai, and said:
"Thank you for your concern along the way, senior, and also thank you for the scroll."
"This junior has been thinking about what kind of poem I should reply to my senior."
"The senior's painting of the Wine Sword Immortal has given the junior a lot of inspiration. This poem... I hope the senior can like it, and I also hope the senior can gain some understanding."
Lin is also humble and elegant, speaking neither too fast nor too slow, showing off his princely style.
Li Mobai felt a little drunk when he heard it. With trembling and skinny hands, he solemnly took the poem.
Resisting the urge to open it, he carefully put it in his arms.
He didn't want to open it yet.
He was afraid of losing his temper and delaying his communication with Lin Yi.
"My little friend, I owe you a huge favor. If you need it in the future, whatever I can do, just ask!"
Li Mobai said seriously, the commitment between literati is as important as mountains and seas.
"Senior, you also know that this junior is now a member of the imperial court..." Lin Yixiao looked at Li Mobai.
"Haha, I value you as a person. Even if you are the crown prince of the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom, I will recognize you as my little friend and keep this promise!" Li Mobai said with a smile.
He never cared about the opinions of the world and the academy.
I go my own way and feel at ease.
"Thank you, senior!"
Lin Yi clasped his fists and pondered for a moment. He spoke in a heavy tone and entered the topic: "Actually, I have one more thing to do when I come here this time. I want to hear my senior's opinion..."
"But it doesn't matter!" Li Mobai said solemnly.
"This junior has received information that many disciples of the Humanity Sect have infiltrated into Qingshan Academy. They have mastered the ability of both Confucianism and Taoism, and they cannot tell the difference at all. If we don't find out, if it goes on for a long time, it may cause serious trouble..."
Lin Yi has not thought of a feasible solution for the time being, but Qingshan Academy must know about this matter.
Let them have a warning in their hearts.
In this way, when certain situations occur, they can think about it and deal with them differently.
"Is this happening?"
Li Mobai's expression became solemn and he said: "Qingshan Academy's admissions are very strict. Three generations of our ancestors will investigate thoroughly. We will never recruit anyone with unknown origins or whose ancestors have committed serious crimes."
"Of course, I absolutely trust my little friend's information. Don't worry, little friend, this is not only a matter for the court, but also for the academy!"
"On behalf of the academy, I would like to thank my friend for informing me of this matter. It really helped a lot..."
Li Mobai said this from the bottom of his heart.
The Humanity Sect is the old enemy of the literary monks. This is an inherently irreconcilable contradiction.
It’s not just a battle of orthodoxy.
