Mr. Dongfang looked at the crowd, looked at the unwilling Lu Sheng and smiled bitterly: "These few lines of poetry describe the past, present, future, life, scenery and objects, and feelings about life.

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"It's no wonder that Master is angry and scolding others. Even I was scolded by you."

After saying that, he beckoned Xiao Hei, stuffed the gold coins in his hand, and said with a smile: "This is what your brother deserves. Everyone, please stop looking. The poetry meeting will naturally continue."

After saying this, he burst into laughter and walked towards the pavilion. Today's poem was about to be read, and he decided to drink three bowls of wine with the Master the next day.

Xiao Hei looked at Lu Yuan who looked unwilling and laughed and said, "Don't hate my brother. You also know that he only cares about drinking. We haven't opened for several days. Thank you."

After saying that, I collected the gold coins, picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and ran to the garden. I borrowed this from my senior sister and I have to return it.

"Junior brother Xiao Hei, wait for me." The girl put away the silk and ran after him into the pavilion.

If she didn't leave now, she was afraid that her silk would eventually be snatched away by a group of senior sisters and brothers.

After hearing the master's angry rebuke, Lu Yuan knew that he had lost another game today, although he did not curse anyone by name.

Not only do you lose money, you also lose people.

He got more and more angry and couldn't take a breath. Suddenly, with a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out three feet away, frightening a group of boys who were watching the fun. The girl screamed and ran into the garden.

No one expected that at the last moment, the Master would actually speak out to lecture others.

What was even more unexpected was that this famous magician in the imperial city was so angry that he vomited blood after losing five gold coins.

But it makes sense if you think about it carefully. After all, five gold coins is not a small amount.

Xiao Hei returned to the garden and stuffed the contract given to him by Mr. Dongfang into the small stove for boiling water. He could not keep this thing. This was his brother's instruction.

The senior sister who had collected the silk took Xiao Hei's hand and asked: "Xiao Hei, your brother is a wine merchant, how can he write such verses as to make his husband applaud?"

Xiao Hei chuckled and said, "Brother's brain is not working well. He probably drank too much and all he thinks about is the bar."

When the students participating in the poetry meeting in the garden saw Lu Yuan vomiting blood and leaving, someone shouted: "The poetry meeting cannot be stopped. Junior sister, please continue..."

Let’s talk about Li Xiuyuan who left Dahu.

Naturally, he would not be afraid of Lu Yuan, nor would he be afraid that the teachers and students in the academy would not be able to understand this poem. After all, there was still a master in the middle of the mountain.

Cross the long stone bridge and walk all the way to the mountain where the Master is.

If he hadn't been afraid of scaring a bunch of students, he would have really wanted to write the poem he heard on the Wangchuan Bridge: "The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is filled with sorrow for the past. Looking at the moon shape alone, I only envy the mandarin ducks.

Fairy."

Thinking about the current scenery, it is somewhat close to the artistic conception.

I don’t know if Ning Caichen and Xiaoqian met again after countless reincarnations in the past countless years.

Looking up at the mountain, the snow-capped mountains on the top of the mountain are hidden among the clouds and mist, and only the spring green mountain is exposed.

Stepping on the stone steps that wind up the mountain, you can see the flowers in full bloom and the feeling of spring that is about to wither. There are even thin fruits hanging on the branches of the peach and apricot trees.

Li Xiuyuan sighed secretly, thinking that next year there would be spring, so he could pick some apricot flowers and go back to make wine.

When he returned to the Apricot Blossom Valley, he invited his parents, husband and wife to have a glass of apricot flower wine from Da Qin. Even the gods in the sky would rarely taste it, right?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile lightly: "Master, you really know how to enjoy it."

Although it was not the old Taoist priest who sent him here, if he brewed fine wine here, how could he be missing the master and the old monk?

Not to mention the Pearl of Yelu who left the Five Realms with the old monk.

After thinking about it, Li Xiuyuan smiled.

Thinking about his brother Yeluqi who died unjustly, if he had gone to southern Xinjiang back then, would he have rewritten the history of the entire five regions?

After all, that is his world, not the current Da Qin. No matter how you write it, it seems reasonable.

While I was thinking about the flowers, I heard the whispers of a man and a woman.

Looking up, Li Xiuyuan was stunned.

But he saw a pair of fairy men and women in fluttering white clothes coming down from the mountain. Li Xiuyuan didn't recognize the man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but he knew the girl with black hair reaching her shoulders, lightly wrinkled eyebrows, and skin as white as snow.

However, when he and Xiao Hei first came to Da Qin, they were picked up by Zhang Liang and squatted on the roadside to make a fire.

The girl from the Li family bid farewell to her lover Zhang Liang as she walked out of the mansion.

How long had it passed before the city was replaced by the King's flag?

However, Li Xiuyuan knew the girl, but the girl did not know Li Xiuyuan. How could the daughter of the prime minister's house lower his head and stare at the beggar squatting on the roadside making a fire to ward off the cold?

However, the young man looked shy. He bowed his hands to Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Uncle, do you also go up the mountain to meet your master?"

Li Xiuyuan was startled, and then he showed the wine bottle he was carrying behind him: "I'm bored in my spare time, so I'll go to the mountain to meet my master for a drink."

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly and said: "Although the sun is returning to the earth in spring, there is still a little moisture. Uncle, enjoying the flowers with a pot of wine is a happy event in life."

Li Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

After thinking for a while, he said: "I went past Jinguanfang. There is a wine shop at No. 47 on that secluded road. If you have time, you can try the wine I brewed."

Upon hearing this, the man's face suddenly showed a look of joy, and he cupped his hands and replied: "I will definitely visit you sir if I have some free time another day."

Seeing that Li Xiuyuan was about to go up the mountain to meet his master, the man even changed his title in an instant.

Li Xiuyuan glanced at the confused girl, smiled lightly and said, "I'm happy to have a drink, and say goodbye." After saying that, he walked past the two of them and climbed up the stairs step by step.

From a distance, he saw the Master waving to him at the intersection. Even the Master couldn't wait to drink a bowl of Li Xiuyuan's newly brewed wine.

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All the way up, Li Xiuyuan sighed in his heart.

As expected, he is the daughter of the prime minister's house. How could he like a shabby aristocrat like Zhang Liang?

Seeing the young man's words and deeds, he must be a powerful person in the imperial city, and cannot be compared to the current Zhang Liang.

I sighed again and again in my heart, but I lamented that people in the world just sit in a well and look at the sky. Even if they climb high for a moment, they just leave in a hurry. There is no time to think about why the mountain is high and I am the peak. All I can see is the small profit in front of me.

Isn't it true that young people have their early days, and one day they will be like dragons and phoenixes, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to see the old man crying again.

The master in the spring breeze looked at Li Xiuyuan who was coming slowly, and said quietly: "If I asked you to change another song, what would you write?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said with a smile: "The beautiful rabbit is running around here and there. The people are not as good as new, and the clothes are not as good as old."

When the master heard this, he couldn't help but recited it three times in a low voice, and then frowned.

Turning around and walking into the small courtyard, he asked: "Your artistic conception is not about yourself. Are you referring to Zhang Liang?"

Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said: "Speaking of which, last winter, when Zhang Liang was kicked out by the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xiao Hei and I were waiting for him in the snow passing by..."

After hearing these words, the master immediately heard the hidden meaning and couldn't help but sigh softly.

I don’t know why, but the master thought of the strange thing about the few lines of poetry written by Li Xiuyuan that day, which ended up spontaneously combusting without fire.

My heart would rather burn than leave it in the world, for fear that it would be something that heaven would not tolerate.

Finally, he sighed secretly in his heart, but didn't know how to answer, so he could only high-five him and shouted: "Since you brought wine, why don't you take it out quickly?"

It was not easy for Li Xiuyuan to figure it out. After all, the Master was not a god, so how could he see what would happen in the future.

While pouring wine into the bowl that the master took out, he murmured softly: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold... Zhang Liang may not be able to return to the academy until early summer."

The master was startled, looked at Li Xiuyuan with a solemn expression, and sighed leisurely.

Said: "So what? Does he want to change everything in Da Qin? Can he change it?!"

"Boom!" There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and then countless spring thunders sounded one after another. It started to rain.

The master who was holding a bowl of wine was so shocked that he could not speak.

In his opinion, this was Zhang Liang's own privacy. He had never even said that he was a teacher. How could Li Xiuyuan know about it?

He also knew that he could not change everything at the moment, so he cruelly chose to turn a blind eye when Zhang Liang left the mountain.

It unintentionally left a deep mark on his heart!

But Li Xiuyuan told him that Zhang Liang would come back in early summer. Doesn't that mean...

Li Xiuyuan took out a plate of chopped beef and put it on the table, and said quietly: "The King of Qin will naturally still be the King of Qin, but he will be more cold and ruthless in the future!"

After taking a sip of wine and eating a piece of meat, the Master sighed heavily.

This sigh, to Li Xiuyuan's ears, was like a black hole traveling through time and space, from scratch to existence, from birth to death...

Even the master's frozen heart could not restrain his disciple's courage to face death. Li Xiuyuan threw a stone into the deep and invisible ancient well...

After being silent for a long time, Li Xiuyuan laughed: "Actually, thinking about it, this is a good thing for Zhang Liang, at least it makes him give up his intention."

The master was stunned, frowned and asked, "Can he feel at ease?"

"At least for many years to come, he will have to calm down. Only by calming down will he not be in so much pain!"

Li Xiuyuan sighed again and again in his heart, thinking that I am not a god, how can I dare to tell the ending of more stories?

In the Qin Empire, the Master was a legendary figure.

But in front of the old Taoist priest, Master is just a star in the endless starry sky.

"Who are you? Where do you come from? Where are you going? Who am I?"
To be continued...