At the next level, the clouds disperse.
Seeing this name, a beautiful melody naturally sounded in Xia Weiran's mind, accompanied by the phrase "The clouds disperse and the bright moon shines on people."
She almost sang it, and the next moment, she saw the name of the mission NPC, Shuan Mai.
No culture, no knowledge.
The old man's name is Zhang Yi. He is tall and thin, especially his face, which is so thin that it is shriveled.
"When I see my little friend, I feel happy and would like to write a song for you!"
The old man has a beard one foot long, and he is not old enough to be a grandfather yet enough to be a father. However, his description is vulgar and his behavior is frivolous. With just a few words, he can tell Sanshi Santian and others to cheer up and focus on him.
Who told him that the little friend he was talking about was Xia Weiran, and she was very close to Xia Weiran!
When she realized something was wrong, Xia Weiran moved to the side by herself, and Yao Bushi, who was closest to her, grabbed her and took her to the side. The originally relaxed face suddenly tensed up, especially one pair of eyes, staring straight at Zhang Hao. If he dared to do anything wrong, he would break this guy's legs on the spot!
Zhang Hao himself also realized that something was wrong, so he took the initiative to take three steps back: "Young friends, please don't misunderstand me. I definitely didn't..."
"Love comes from the heart." He suddenly said this.
Zhang Fan:......
"People should not be judged by their appearance." Zhang Wei defended himself: "The so-called appearance..."
"It must be pleasing to the eye if you are good-looking." 弜 said again.
Zhang Fan:......
We can’t talk today!
"I have a few difficult questions here. Please help me look at them and solve them. Then you can leave. If it doesn't work..."
Zhang Yi's expression became even more fierce: "If it doesn't work, I'm afraid I have to hand over my life here to offset your offense!"
"Come here!" Ni showed no fear.
"snort!"
Zhang Wei threw out a bunch of scrolls very angrily, then took out an incense stick that was thicker than his thumb and extremely long, stuck it on the ground, and lit it on the spot: "You only have one stick of incense time!"
Xia Weiran looked at the incense that was about one meter long in front of him:...
This is definitely not the "stick of incense" I know, right?
After lighting the incense, Zhang Hao lay down in the rocking chair with a book covering his face, making a gesture of refusing to communicate with the world.
Xia Weiran squatted down, picked up the scroll, and looked at it one by one with everyone.
[Poetry meeting: Complete the following poem - the bright moonlight in front of the bed, *****. 】
[Poetry meeting: Complete the following poem - the sun is over the mountains, *****. 】
[Poetry Club: Complete the following poem - only heaven is above, *****. 】
Turning it over in succession, there are seven scrolls in total, all of which are complete ancient poems. Among them, Xia Weiran could only answer three sentences, and she had no impression of the poems on the remaining four scrolls. She didn't know whether she had learned them but didn't remember them, or whether she had never been exposed to them before.
"How do you answer this?" Xia Weiran held the scroll and was a little distressed: "If you are asked to write it, just draw a horizontal line instead of an asterisk!"
"This old man is not deaf. If you tell him the answer, doesn't he know right from wrong?" Ni spoke again.
She didn't know if it was Xia Weiran's misunderstanding, but she always felt that she was hostile to this NPC named Zhang who didn't know his name!
"Then let me...brother try to report all the answers?" Xia Weiran originally wanted to give it a try himself, but considering his lack of strength, he chose to let his eldest brother take action.
"Okay, I'll do it." Thirty-three people were very confident about these questions.
"In this scroll, the moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. In this scroll, the sun disappears behind the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea..."
