Standing outside the door was an old man in his fifties with an extraordinary temperament, and a book boy with a low eyebrow and a pleasant look.
If the old man hadn't been wearing a plain white robe instead of a blue Taoist robe, Ning Wuyan would have thought that this was an old Taoist who had just come down from the mountain and entered the world just by looking at his eyes that were stained by years but still as clear as a child.
Xu Jidao was also looking at Ning Wuyan.
Before coming, he had specifically asked the drunken poetry buyers about the poet Ning Wuchang, knowing that he was a big idiot with a famous reputation in Jinling.
But when he saw Ning Wuyan, who looked extraordinary and had deep, invisible eyes, he always felt that the rumors were wrong.
Thinking that he was just here to inquire about Shixian's identity, Xu Jidao didn't care about the young man in front of him. He bowed his hands and asked with a smile: "Is this the Ping An Medical Center?"
"Yes, but the medical center is closed. If you want to see a doctor and get medicine, sir, you can walk two blocks north. There is a rejuvenation medical center. The doctors there are very skilled in medicine. I don't think you are seriously ill, sir. You should be fine. The side medicine can cure it.”
Ning Wuyang did not ignore the probing look in the old man's eyes.
He saw that the old man was polite and did not slap anyone in the face with his hand.
But he had business to do, so he could only lock the door and couldn't say anything more.
When Xu Jidao saw that Ning Wuyang spoke clearly and neatly, without the rumored cowardice of not daring to talk to others, he knew that he knew the person correctly, but Ning Wuyang was too straightforward and left after speaking, which was beyond his expectation. Unexpected.
"Master, please stay!"
Xu Jidao had no choice but to take a few steps quickly and stopped in front of Ning Wuyan.
"I'm not here to see a doctor. I have a question that I would like to ask the young master to clarify."
oh!
Ning Wuyan suddenly came to his senses and smiled helplessly: "If you come to ask me for advice on poetry, can you come back another day? I have something to be busy with."
"Ask for advice on poetry?" Xu Jidaozhong was stunned for a moment and quickly shook his head: "No, I just want to ask for advice. From whom did the young master buy those ten poems yesterday?"
In fact, Xu Jidao wanted to visit Ning Mansion and inquire about Shixian.
But after learning that the Ping'an Medical Center where the selling poet Ning Wuhuang was located was by Xuanwu Lake, I simply dropped by here.
When Ning Wuyang heard this question, he couldn't help laughing.
The news of him claiming Shixian had spread throughout Jinling City, and the old man in front of him actually came to ask specifically. His clear eyes did not look like he was looking for trouble, but rather he seemed to really know nothing.
Xu Jidao didn't know why, and asked patiently: "Why are you laughing?"
"I thought of something happy. I'm going to break off the engagement this morning." Ning Wuyang restrained his smile.
Xu Jidao raised his eyebrows, not knowing what the answer meant, and at the same time he doubted his own judgment.
Could it be that Ning Wuyan is really a big idiot who doesn't understand good words?
"Son..."
"I am Shixian."
Ning Wuyan didn't wait for Xu Jidao to ask again and took the lead in answering.
Xu Jidao still kept his hand in the posture of asking for advice, dumbfounded.
Piao Ling opened his mouth wide in surprise and looked again at the young man in front of him who was younger than him.
The biggest idiot in Jinling is the Shixian that I have been longing for?
This is not a joke!
"Young Master Ning, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense." Xu Jidao thought of the steady Ning Wuyu, and then looked at the flamboyant Ning Wuyu, and taught him earnestly: "How glorious it is when you admit that you are a poet. How embarrassing it will be when the truth is exposed.”
"Thank you sir for reminding me... Since you don't believe me, why don't you ask others about it?"
Ning Wu was not upset, he bowed with his fists in his hands and left, heading towards the Ning family.
Tu left Xu Jidao standing there and sighed: "Young and frivolous, I don't know how precious reputation is. If Shixian himself learns that Ning Wuhao behaves like this, he will definitely stay away from the Ning family."
"Master, are we still going to Ning's house?"
"Go and inquire about the Ning family first."
Just as Xu Jidao was about to leave, groups of students came over with poem manuscripts in hand.
Among them were those who participated in the competition at the Talent Conference yesterday afternoon. They recognized Xu Jidao at a glance and were immediately surprised and saluted quickly.
"Hello Mr. Xu!"
"Hello, everyone."
Xu Jidao took a look at these Jinling students who were out and about and each had a poem manuscript in hand. He was very satisfied with their diligence and studiousness.
Especially compared to the slightly frivolous Ning Wuyan just now, these students seem to be more suitable for Shixian's guidance.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly became interested, stroking his beard and smiling: "Can I have a look at the poem manuscript in your hands?"
To say it's a glance, it must be more than just a glance.
Piao Ling looked enviously at these students who could get personal guidance from the master.
It is a great honor to be given personal guidance by King Xu Shi.
Who knows.
The expected scene of several people rushing to ask for a "take a look" did not happen.
The students looked at me, and I looked at you, their eyes evasive, not daring to look at Xu Jidao, and they still politely declined: "I am not very talented, and it is inconvenient for me to invite Mr. Xu to watch my humble work. Why not wait for us to invite Ning Shi?" After the fairy’s instructions, would you like to ask Mr. Xu to take a look again?”
Maybe it was because Ning Wuxu was similar in age to them, or maybe Ning Wuxu's behavior in front of the Liu Mansion made them feel that there was no identity barrier.
Rather than letting Xu Jidao point fingers at them, they wanted to accept the modification suggestions put forward by Ning Wuchang.
When the time comes, please ask Xu Jidao to praise him, and today's trip will not be in vain.
Xu Jidao immediately understood that these students wanted him to make the final evaluation, but he was more concerned about their names: "Who do you want to ask for advice? Ning Shixian?"
"Mr. Xu came here specially, didn't he come to see Ning Shixian?"
"Ning Shixian is Ning Wuchang. He admitted that he was the Shixian who wrote ten poems yesterday. He also competed with the students on the spot, and four more masterpieces were circulated."
"Some people also suspected that he was reciting poems for fake, so we took the poems we wrote to teach him and test whether they were true or false."
The students said it was true or false, but the admiration in their eyes could not be false.
This shows that these students in front of them have experienced some things, and they believe from the bottom of their hearts that Ning Wushan is the Poet Immortal.
Only then did he come to me with a poem manuscript to ask for advice, and planned to let him evaluate me after I finished giving him advice.
"Ning Wuyan is the Immortal of Poetry?"
Xu Jidao was stunned. He looked at the corner of the street where Ning Wuhuang's figure was no longer visible. What Ning Wuhuang said before leaving flashed in his mind.
"...Why don't you, sir, ask other people to inquire?"
It is necessary to inquire carefully.
"Tell me carefully, what are the four masterpieces of Ning and Ning Shixian?"
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When Ning Wuyan walked to the door of Ning's house, Ning Feng was walking out with six boys wearing Ning's clothes.
"My dear grandson, you came just in time. These six people are willing to work in your shop."
Ning Feng deliberately pulled a young man who was only about 1.6 meters tall and pushed him in front of Ning Wuyan.
"This is Yunfei, the grandson of my lieutenant general. His hometown was hit by a disaster last year. He was the only one left in the family of eleven. He traveled thousands of miles to join me."
Ning Feng's eyes turned red when he mentioned Yun Fei's life experience, he sniffed and patted Yun Fei's shoulder hard.
"Don't look at this kid who is dark and thin, but he has a strong body and his legs and feet are fast and can hit people hard. He is just right to be your personal servant."
Ning Wuyang never judged a book by its appearance. After looking at Xiao Yunfei who remained motionless despite Ning Feng's vigorous beating, he knew that what he said was true.
"Yunfei, from today on, you will be my personal servant, taking care of food and housing, and you will receive two taels of silver per month."
When he heard Er Liang Yueyin, a bright light flashed in Yunfei's dull dead fish eyes.
He only had half a tael of silver as pocket money in Ning Mansion.
Originally he didn't want to leave the Ning Mansion, but no one else wanted to follow the Fifth Young Master. When he saw Grandpa Ning in trouble, he took the initiative to stand up.
Unexpectedly, he was on the right side.
"Please don't worry, Master. As long as I don't die, Master will definitely not die."
The simple declaration made Ning Wuchang very relieved.
He also followed his grandfather's example, patted Yunfei on the shoulder, asked Yunfei to stand behind him, and looked at the remaining five people.
After Ning Feng finished naming the five people, they expressed their opinions one after another: "Fifth Young Master, we are physically disabled and we don't need so much money. We just need to take care of food and shelter."
They are all young, around twenty-five or six, in their prime.
Even if you go to the dock to carry bags as a coolie, you can still earn two taels of silver a month.
However.
