"Wake up, Mr. Li is really awake."
"Isn't that nonsense? Penglai Immortal Lord personally took action. Is there any disease that he can't cure?"
"Even if you enter the gate of hell, the immortal king can bring people back from the gate of hell."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhao is an immortal king and can do anything."
"Worship the Immortal Lord."
As the crowd was talking, they even knelt down and knelt down to pay homage to Zhao Ping.
"Okay? My son really didn't die? He was actually healed by the Immortal Lord?"
Li Heran burst into tears of joy and rushed to his son's side and shouted, "Mu Bai, how do you feel about your health?"
"Don't bother."
However, Zhao Ping said coldly: "Go and drive away the onlookers. They gather here and affect the air circulation, which will make your son's condition worse."
"Yes Yes."
Li Heran didn't care what the air circulation meant. He turned around and cupped his fists at the people around him and said, "Dear fellow villagers, the dog is seriously ill and we need to spread out to allow the air to circulate."
"With Penglai Immortal Lord here, the dog is no longer in harm's way. Everyone can do whatever they need to do."
Li Heran was a highly respected scholar and a famous scholar.
Everyone gave him face and retreated.
But before leaving, they saluted Zhao Ping again, treating Zhao Ping as a real immortal king.
Peng Yue also breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that Li Mubai is not dead.
In this way, the grievances between Li Heran and Zhao Ping can be easily resolved.
As a county governor, he did not want to see the famous scholars in Donghai County fighting against the heroes of Yun'an County.
Tian Rou looked at Zhao Ping, her eyes brighter.
The admiration is beyond words.
After careful consideration, she didn't waste time here.
With Peng Yue and Xu Tianhua here, and with his husband bringing Li Mubai back to life, Li Heran would not cause trouble to his husband again.
She must go home as soon as possible and confirm the marriage as soon as possible while her father is drunk.
With such a good man, Tian Rou doesn't want to miss the opportunity now.
Song Ming was still thinking about why the sugar was white, and hadn't realized that the deceased had been resurrected.
"I, what's wrong with me?"
Li Mubai looked around and asked with a frown.
"It's okay, I'm just sick."
Zhao Ping said.
"Drink some more sugar water and take a rest and that's it."
Zhao Ping fed him some more sugar water, and Li Mubai's condition became much better. He could at least sit up with support on the ground.
Zhao Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally the person was saved.
"It really came alive."
Xu Tianhua also said excitedly: "Hurry up and untie the people, they didn't kill anyone."
The officers and soldiers glanced at Peng Yue, and when they saw Peng Yue nodding, they untied the ropes for Yun Man and Lu Xiu.
The two of them rushed to Zhao Ping's side.
Yun Man said angrily: "Master, the two of us really didn't touch him. He fell down on his own."
"Then the old man wants both of us to pay with our lives, how about we sue him?"
"He's taking human life seriously."
"Nonsense!"
Zhao Ping kicked him.
I heard Zhou An say before that this person named Li is the Taifu.
Although I don't know the specific arrangements for the officials of the Dawei Dynasty, being able to become a Taifu is definitely not an ordinary person.
Moreover, this old man can also give orders to the officers and soldiers.
Even Peng Yue respected him.
Xu Tianhua was a dignified official and a popular figure around the emperor, but it was difficult to speak in front of him.
The people watching also listened to the old man's words very much.
Without figuring out his specific strength, Zhao Ping thought it would be better to hide his fangs first.
Zhao Ping planned to understand the situation first.
However, at this moment, Li suddenly knelt down in front of Zhao Ping with a plop.
boom! boom! boom!
He kowtowed three times.
Then he said gratefully: "Zhao Xianjun saved the dog's life. I have nothing to repay, so I can only kowtow to you."
"Old sir, please get up quickly."
Zhao Ping hurriedly helped the old man up.
He said politely: "As a medical officer, there is no reason why I should not save someone in the face of death. These are what I should do."
"Taifu Li, what's going on?"
Peng Yue also came over, and in order to resolve the grievances between the two, he began to inquire about the whole story.
"My son was fine, how could he die suddenly?"
"this……"
Li Heran's face turned red, "I don't know either."
"When I heard the news and rushed over, the dog was already dead."
Yun Man took over angrily: "So you blame us for killing him? You old man is really unreasonable."
"This is a poetry meeting. My junior brother read two lines of poetry, and your son asked about the source."
"My junior brother said it was the master who did it, but your son didn't believe it. He belittled our master and said that we were all thieves who stole poetry and prose."
"I'm so angry that I'm going to beat him up."
"As soon as he raised his fist, he fell down."
"What poem?"
Li Heran also became curious.
His son was a scholar, especially good at poetry.
The poem that allows him to understand its true origin is definitely a famous poem.
Thinking of the Biyuntian that Zhao Ping had done before, Li Heran also started to look forward to it.
“I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.”
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
Yun Man read a few sentences.
Buzz!
Li Heran's head suddenly buzzed.
If he can become a Taifu, his knowledge is extraordinary.
You can immediately feel the author's heroic momentum from these two lines of poems, and at the same time, you can understand that the author laments that time is fleeting and will never return.
wonderful!
How wonderful!
Li Heran was very much looking forward to the next part. He rushed forward and grabbed Yun Man's hand, urging: "What else?"
"Read it quickly."
"Gone."
Yun Man shook him off, "My master said these two sentences."
"Just a few sentences?"
Li Heran's face instantly showed a look of disappointment.
However, Li Mubai jumped out at this time, "Let me tell you, this poem was not written by them at all, but stolen by them."
"Otherwise, how could it be possible to only say these two sentences."
"You bastard!"
Li Heran scolded him, "Did you make yourself stupid by teaching?"
"Mr. Zhao is the Immortal Lord of this world, how can he do such things as cocks crowing and dogs stealing?"
"And your life was also saved by Zhao Xianjun. Kneel down and apologize to Xianjun."
Although Li Mubai was not convinced, he had to listen to his father's words and had to kneel down.
But he was only grateful to Zhao Ping for saving his life.
But he still doubted that the poem was not written by Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping was too lazy to tell him more. It was meaningless. After all, he copied the poem.
Still making money.
Go back to Tian's house as soon as possible, and then ask Yun Man and Zhou An to go back to Xiping Village to get wine.
He said to Peng Yue: "Chief Peng, if I don't have anything to do here, why don't I just leave?"
Peng Yue did not answer him, but asked Li Heran, "Taifu Li, will you continue to sue Zhao Xianjun's apprentice?"
"no no."
Li Heran shook his head hastily, "It's Quanzi's fault. How can you blame others?"
"Zhao Xianjun is forgiving Quanzi by not arguing with him."
"Hahaha, it'll be fine if nothing happens."
Peng Yue laughed and said: "Zhao Xianjun, when you came to the county town, how come you didn't know to greet me?"
"It's also a good idea for me to fulfill my duty as a landlord."
"I went to Tian Mansion to discuss some business, how dare I alarm the county governor."
Zhao Ping said politely.
"What's wrong with me? You are an immortal king and a major contributor to solving the plague. If you don't dislike me, we will be equals. Just call me Brother Peng."
The county guard extended an olive branch, and Zhao Ping did not refuse.
Peng Yue took the opportunity to invite Zhao Ping to the county governor's house.
Zhao Ping thought he had nothing else to do, so he agreed.
Several people were just about to leave when they saw someone hurriedly ran in front of them and blocked the way.
It was Li Mubai.
This guy has just been revived and is still very weak.
After running a few steps, I was out of breath.
But he still stiffened his neck and said, "I can't leave."
"Mr. Zhao, if you don't tell me the source of that poem today, you won't be allowed to go anywhere."
"Asshole!"
Li Heran yelled again and hurried over to take his son away.
It's a pity that Li Mubai is like a stubborn donkey. Li Heran pulled him several times, but he didn't pull it.
Peng Yue's face became displeased, and he said coldly: "Li Mubai, don't you think you are unworthy of being a civil servant because you are so messy?"
"Get out of the way!"
"Otherwise, I will immediately issue an order to remove you from your status as a teacher in the academy."
"I have to ask for a clear explanation of the removal of the teacher's identity today."
Li Mubai was unmoved and stubbornly said: "Zhao Ping, who wrote that poem?"
"If you don't say it, then you are stealing other people's poems and you will be shamed by everyone in the world."
"Come here, take him away to me."
Peng Yue's face turned completely black and he shouted angrily: "If you dare to stop me again, I will serve you with a stick."
"Mu Bai, go quickly, I beg you."
Li Heran pulled his son and begged anxiously.
Even though he was a famous scholar, he had no official status after all. His son challenged the county governor and offended Zhao Xianjun. He would not be able to stay in the county in the future.
"etc."
Zhao Ping spoke.
Lift people, teachers, this is a talent.
In later generations, he would be considered a university professor level figure.
If he could be fooled, no, he was invited to Xiping Village, and the matter of running the school would be put on the agenda.
And this Li Mubai is not afraid of power.
For a poem, he did not hesitate to give up his own work, and he achieved the ultimate in seeking truth.
Zhao Ping admires such people.
Zhao Ping felt more at ease letting him educate the next generation.
Then he stood up and said, "Li Mubai, I composed this poem. I only read two lines to Lu Xiu at that time. Do you want to hear the rest?"
"think."
Li Mubai said.
Peng Yue and Li Heran also wanted to hear it.
Both of them are also literati, so they naturally also like poetry and songs.
But Li Heran thought more.
I have read Biyuntian written by Zhao Ping before, and that poem is full of melancholy.
But the current poem is extremely heroic.
It doesn't look like it was written by the same person at all.
But when he thought of Zhao Ping's miraculous ability, Li Heran felt relieved.
He is a dignified immortal, and he must have quite a lot of experience.
People must have different moods in different life situations, and the emotions expressed in the poems they write are naturally also different.
Just when everyone was looking at Zhao Ping eagerly, looking forward to his next words.
Zhao Ping changed the subject and said: "If you want to listen to my poems, you must get some benefits."
Li Mubai frowned.
The smell of copper made Li Mubai disgusted, but in order to hear what was going on, he could only ask, "What benefits do you want?"
"How much money? To put it into perspective, although my Li family is not rich, I can still afford to listen to a poem."
"I don't want any money."
"Then what do you want?"
"How about we make a bet?"
"What bet?"
"If I can write a whole poem, you can follow me to Xiping Village and help me teach."
When Xu Tianhua on the side heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned. Why did he feel familiar?
