Murong Zhen was almost exploded by Murong Yao's words. The curse words were hanging on his lips but he didn't dare to curse them out because he was really afraid that Murong Yao would return to the capital and tie him up on the mountain...
Murong Zhen was brought to the sect in such humiliation not once, but many times. As for how many times, he had forgotten...
"Little sister, big brother is going to take the imperial examination this year. In fact, I need to study..."
"Stop!" Murong Yao immediately interrupted: "Don't do this with me. You had already memorized those things in your mind when you were doing the exam in high school. Now you are still saying that, is it because I have been here for a long time?" Didn’t I slap you anymore?”
Depend on! Murong was really helpless. How could he have such a sister? He instantly felt that the wine had no taste... wine? correct……
Suddenly, Murong Zhen felt as though his butt was on fire, and he stood up in a hurry: "Little sister, big brother, my limit is to decipher five digits of the ancient fragments. I really can't do the rest. However, big brother will recommend someone to you. He knows a lot about numbers, so it would be best for him to decipher the ancient fragments, so go find him!"
"Brother, when did you learn to be humble? Aren't you said to be knowledgeable and knowledgeable? Tell me, who is the scapegoat you are looking for?" Murong Yao looked at Murong Zhen with a smile. She wanted to see how her elder brother made it up...
"This man's name is Xu Que. He used to be from the capital. As for how he offended the current emperor, I don't know, but I'm too lazy to ask. He and his family have now moved to Zheyang County, Nanfeng Prefecture. I traveled back to I have heard a lot about him in the capital. More than a month ago, there was no such person in the capital, but since he came back, he has turned the capital upside down. As for knowledge, he is a hundred times better than his brother. If you want to He must be the one to decipher the ancient fragments."
Zheyang County, Nanfeng Prefecture?
Murong Yao said: "Are you sure this person can do it? Isn't he the scapegoat you chose in a panic?"
Murong Zhen said indifferently: "You have lived in seclusion in the mountains for too long and don't know anything about the world. Big brother, I can tell you that this person is not only proficient in mathematics, but he is also good at composing poems and lyrics. So far, there is no one in this person's poetry creation. The first is less than a thousand-year-old colorful poem."
"Just brag. If he was really that powerful, how could my father not inform me? Besides, my father said back then that if there really was such a talent, he would have accepted him as his disciple long ago."
Although Murong Yao could not enter the literary world, she still had a high appreciation for poetry. She was not familiar with almost all the famous works that had survived in the world. Each of the colorful poems written over a thousand years was engraved in her memory. Moreover, my father made a great wish at the time that as long as someone could compose colorful poems, he would accept him as his disciple! If Xu Que was so powerful in his brother's mouth, why didn't his father accept him?
Seeing his little sister's suspicious eyes, Murong Zhen started to recite directly: "A letter is sent to the Nine Heavens in the morning, and eighty thousand people are demoted to the North Xinjiang Road in the evening..."
Murong Yao, who was doubting, suddenly froze.
It was so bold and had such exquisite diction. She had never heard of this poem before, but she was certain that this poem was at least a thousand-year-old colorful poem, and it was even very possible that it was an eternal colorful poem!
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea never to return..."
For the second poem, Murong Yao was shocked because this poem was far better than the previous one. This poem was definitely an immortal Qingguang poem...
How is it possible? How many immortal works can be produced in ten thousand years? Is it really the work of this person?
Murong Yao couldn't believe it. She thought her father was already very powerful, but she didn't expect that Xu Que had surpassed his father in poetry...
"Cipai Bodhisattva Man... made all kinds of wishes before his pillow, waiting for the green mountains to die. The weight will float on the water, until the Yellow River completely dries up..."
It’s a lyricist! It was actually a lyric that opened up a literary path... Is this Xu Que still a human being?
At this moment, Murong Yao suddenly raised her eyes and stared at Murong Zhen. Her heart was beating wildly, such beautiful words. Is this kind of longing what the world often calls love?
She liked lyrics very much. At this moment, she really wanted to meet Xu Que. This had nothing to do with whether he had a sweetheart or not. She suddenly moved her ordinary heart...
"Little sister, I heard that Brother Xu also composed a powerful poem about killing and killing. Do you want to listen?" Murong Zhen looked at Murong Yao with a proud smile.
After hearing her elder brother's words, Murong Yao's budding heart disappeared in an instant, only to be replaced by cold words: "Stop talking nonsense and read it out quickly, otherwise, I will go back and whip you right now!"
Murong Zhen was not angry. What he was waiting for was what his little sister said. He coughed and said, "I'm so crazy as a teenager. I hold the yellow on my left hand and the blue sky on my right. I wear a brocade hat and a mink fur coat, and I ride thousands of horses to roll around the plain. In return." Follow the prefect in Qingcheng, shoot tigers yourself, watch Xu Lang..."
When Murong Zhen finished reading the whole poem, Murong Yao didn't speak for a long time. What kind of poem is this? The whole poem is majestic and majestic, with a heroic feeling like the god of war in the world. The exquisite diction is crushing and pioneering. The five-color poem on the road...
"Four masterpieces, all of which are exquisite and unparalleled, are all written by this person?" Murong Yao asked in disbelief.
"Of course, Brother Xu is an unparalleled genius. Father has said that he cannot afford to accept such a disciple. Not even Master Zushan He dares to accept him..." Murong Zhen said proudly, as if he was Xu Que. .
"More than a genius..." Murong Yao said with some emotion: "His exquisite rhetoric is like gold and ink painting of a dragon. It is already rare to have an immortal poem, but he ended up creating another immortal poem. Such a person, again How many people are worthy of being his teacher..."
"That's right!" Murong Zhen said with a proud smile: "Little sister, let me tell you, his brain is absolutely extraordinary, and his ideas are endless. After passing the flour through his hands, he just played with it and it became a high-end delicacy. What? Noodles and pastries were all developed by him. I heard that the most popular Mahua sold in the capital recently was also made by him! Oh, by the way, and the 'Yellow River Drunk' that your brother and I are tasting now was also made by Brother Xu. When it comes out, the price is sky-high. My father even said yesterday that this wine is much better than Jinshi wine. Maybe this year the Holy Jinshi wine tasting will be replaced by this wine..."
Hearing her brother bragging Xu Que so highly, Murong Yao really wanted to meet this genius.
Seeing that Murong Yao was already fascinated, Murong Zhen increased his firepower again and continued: "Sister, my eldest brother is telling you that Xu Que's miscellaneous studies are definitely the most bizarre I have ever seen. If you hand over your ancient fragments to him, then He is definitely the most suitable person. If you ask him for help, it will probably be decrypted in a few days. If you don't look for such a genius and ask me to help you all day long, this is simply holding a firefly. Comparing the stone and the bright moon..."
Just when Murong Zhen wanted to increase the firepower output, the communication device suddenly shut down...
"What's going on?" Murong was really confused, but when he thought about it, he burst into laughter.
"Brother Xu, I'm sorry. I am forced to have no choice. I offer you this glass of wine as a brother and I apologize to you." Murong Zhen raised his wine glass with a tragic look and saluted the northern sky.
Murong couldn't be happier at this moment. If Xu Que could help him distract his sister's firepower, he would be able to live a much more relaxed life in the past few months. After all, that mountain is really not a place for people to stay...
On the other side, Murong Yao closed the communication, tapped her toes, turned around and disappeared into the valley...
The next moment, she appeared in front of Luo Yun Palace, where several junior sisters were happily moving things.
"Senior Sister Murong, you are finally here. These are the things I brought down from the mountain for you. Can you see if there is anything missing?" A cute girl in pink clothes ran up to Murong Yao with a smile.
"Xiaoyang, thank you for your hard work. I would like to ask, did you buy wine when you went down to do the shopping?" Murong Yao asked.
"As expected of senior sister, I did buy it, and the master ordered it at Lingyundu half a month ago. A jar costs three hundred taels!" Xiaoyang said with a very surprised look.
"What about the wine?" Murong Yao looked behind Xiaoyang.
"The sect master just took it away and is now entertaining Fairy Yaochi Bixin..."
