Chapter 223

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When the great scholar saw Wu Ding's face, he immediately connected it with the God.

His always wise brain went on strike immediately.

It was only after Wu Ding calmed him down with magic that it started to work again.

His first reaction was.

He was indeed the God, not a liar.

No wonder the great scholar was a little scared.

There are all kinds of birds in a big forest.

Wu Ding's deeds are not a secret.

Wu Ding used such a realistic statue of the God, so it is natural that he will be imitated by people with intentions.

Those who look 50% like him, put on makeup and make him look 70% like him.

They are swindlers and do everything.

There are also those who are born more like him, with a righteous mind, but they are misunderstood wherever they go.

Fortunately, Wu Ding is a real practitioner.

He knows magic.

The official patched up this kind of thing, and the decree issued by the imperial edict reached the whole country. .

The focus is on describing some of Wu Ding's skills.

For example, he has a lot of skills in his sleeves, for example, he can fly.

PS There are no restrictions on these.

Those who have these skills can say that they are genuine.

The cheaters among the people are suddenly in a deadlock.

And among the practitioners...

So far, no one has the courage to offend the immortal king who has come down to earth.

Some evil cultivators who have gone astray will not choose this after weighing the pros and cons.

Why use Wu Ding's name and face to cheat the same way?

Doesn't this increase the risk of exposure?

The only few idiots were wiped out as soon as they showed up, and they successfully killed the chicken to scare the monkey.

The great scholar's brain is fast.

He just watched Wu Ding carefully look at him for a few seconds.

The brainstorming directly turned from pretending to be a fake to where the god was all these years?

Did he suffer?

Why did he come to find him?

A series of questions instantly composed tens of thousands of words of epic and tear-jerking stories in the hearts of romantic literati.

These words were arranged and combined in the mind of the great scholar.

Use the most beautiful words and the most exquisite sentences to slowly compose a wonderful article that goes straight to people's hearts.

Wu Ding didn't have the ability to read minds, so he didn't know that the white-haired and white-bearded old man in front of him was trying to add homework for future students to recite and write down the full text.

But the light bursting out of the old man's excited soul flashed in his eyes.

The spark of thinking revealed by the window of the soul made Wu Ding subconsciously interrupt.

"Zhuang Daru?"

"Oh, please please... God please."

The peerless masterpiece was suppressed in his heart, and he planned to complete it after nightfall.

Moreover, the God has come to the door!

There must be more and more wonderful inspirations!

He will definitely be qualified to write for the God Monument!

After Wu Ding's story was spread.

Countless articles praising his merits surged like a volcanic eruption.

Among them, there are many high-quality articles.

Writing a high-quality article about Wu Ding that can be passed down has become the unchanging goal in the hearts of every literati.

It has gradually become a kind of political correctness that can please the superiors the most.

Renzong was not idle either. He also wanted a wonderful article to commemorate Wu Ding.

How could a dry record in history books be enough? (Historian: ...)

It should be representative, not so uneven.

So Renzong commissioned the cultivators to find an extremely special boulder.

Then use secret methods to refine it.

Ensure that it is in a normal natural environment, regardless of wind and rain.

It will not be damaged for a thousand years and will not be invaded for ten thousand years.

This boulder has been cut into a stone tablet.

Just wait for the best article to be filled in.

Renzong said, just wait for thirty years.

Zhuang Daru is already seventy years old, and he thinks he can't wait for thirty years.

But he knows too little about Wu Ding.

He only sees the increasingly prosperous Song Dynasty, but doesn't know Wu Ding as a person.

What he wrote is garbage.

Empty rhetoric, without any heart.

It's different now~

Hahahahahaha

The old man's face was dignified and solemn, and he was laughing wildly in his heart for his celebrity.

Of course, more of it was respect and admiration for the young man who looked ordinary in front of him.

How many people would be willing to do what he did for the people of the world.

The two entered the main room, and Mr. Zhuang wanted to boil water and make tea himself.

Wu Ding waved his hand and conjured up two cups of specially brewed fruit wine.

The rich fruity aroma and wine aroma mixed together, and the sense of smell was captured at the first time.

The mind was directly under this scent, outlining the beautiful scenery of the Yaochi Palace shrouded in clouds and mist.

Take a sip.

More than a dozen fruit flavors progressed in the mouth, with distinct layers and special integration.

The taste of wine is like a silk thread that strings pearls and the most gentle palette.

Progression and integration of various fruit flavors.

It still retains its own aftertaste and intoxicating fragrance.

"Wonderful!"

Few officials don't love wine.

Or, even if they don't love wine, they will love it in the future.

Because wine was a luxury in ancient times.

Only the upper class was qualified to enjoy it.

So as long as the year was good, the court did not ban alcohol.

There must be wine in various occasions where officials communicated.

And literati and scholars like wine even more.

The feeling of being drunk can make their brains lose reason and logic, and they can be exposed to inspiration that has no logic at all.

"God, what is the name of this wine?"

Zhuang Daru listed several suitable names in his mind.

But he felt that it was vulgar and defiled the immortal wine.

"Taotie No. 11."

Zhuang Daru: ? ? ?

In the mountain and sea world.

Taotie roared proudly. Yes, he brewed it and named it. How about it!

"Taotie... this... um..."

One of the ten fierce beasts, devouring everything, never ending.

Naming the wine with Taotie? Not appropriate, right?

Or is it the same pronunciation but different characters?

Zhuang Daru was confused, but he accidentally found that Wu Ding's expression flashed a smile.

This was obviously gentle with memories, and it struck the heart of the Confucianist like lightning.

He understood!

So that's it!!

He was right.

From this point of view, is it important whether the name is simple or not?

It's not important.

For the God, that memory and that person are important.

"Tao Tie, is he a friend of the God?"

"Hmm? Yes, yes. We are very good friends."

Wu Ding thought about his personality in the Song Dynasty.

Then it’s okay to have a friend who is a divine beast.

Zhuang Daru immediately decided to record this friendship of gods in his article.

It is rumored that there are people who help the gods in the fairy world.

This person should be the wine-making Tao God!

I will help you realize your dream.

Even if we are separated from now on.

I will always remember your friendship in my heart.

Although we are separated forever, the wine is there, and you are there.

“It’s sad, it’s worth remembering, and it’s worth respecting.”

Wu Ding: ? ? ?

Wu Ding didn’t know what the great scholar was thinking about, so he simply brought the topic to the point.

He talked about his studies first.

He wanted to learn some skills.

He wanted to learn everything that the children of ancient noble families should learn, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Wu Ding had inquired about Zhuang Daru’s ability.

He was quite powerful.

In fact, even if he didn’t inquire, he didn’t doubt Zhuang Daru’s ability.

Except for those who opened the back door.

Officials who can really rise to high positions in history may not be proficient in all these extra skills. They will choose the one they like best to go deep into.

But every other one can be appreciated.

After Zhuang Daru was framed and retired.

His strategies for governing the country and his talents were nowhere to be displayed.

Even if he continued to study how to govern the country and the local area.

He was caught by hostile people.

He would also be accused of being unwilling and resentful of the government.

The former top scholar who could only indulge in mountains and rivers and study piano, chess, calligraphy and painting was no longer disturbed by official duties.

He successfully improved all skills to an amazing level.

Then he lit up the skill of accepting disciples.

He became a famous teacher known throughout the country.

"God, how can you give up on yourself like this!"

No more cultivation, no more practice?

Never return to the fairyland?

Isn't there still hope? ! ! !

You said there is hope.

Zhuang Daru's grief and pain overflowed.

Two lines of tears flowed from his eyes, which were already somewhat blurred.

He didn't care about the wine in his hand that he just loved.

He knelt down in front of Wu Ding.

He just asked Wu Ding not to give up.

After a long time of tossing and turning, Wu Ding pointed to the sky and swore that he would definitely ascend.

He would definitely return to the "immortal world".

He just wanted to learn something.

Only then did the old man stand up again and smiled with relief.

Maybe the oath of the God at this moment was to comfort him.

But he heard the affirmation in the words of the God.

Well, as long as the God rekindled his fighting spirit.

Seeing that he didn't kowtow, Wu Ding was relieved.

Then he mentioned Bilian's matter.

He didn't make it difficult for the great scholar.

After all, Qi Baoshan said that Bilian had the talent of the top scholar.

Maybe it was the bamboo horse filter?

If Li Bilian really had the talent to be an official, then he would teach her everything.

Then let the girl enter the officialdom directly.

With the blessing of Wu Ding, this first gap is easy to tear open.

But after entering the officialdom, she will be worshipped as a mascot.

Her opinions and political views will be looked down upon, ignored, or even stolen.

She will have to rely on herself to kill people in the future.

If Li Bilian does not have this talent.

Then just teach her casually.

Let her be an ordinary talented woman.

"Hahahaha, I have been teaching for a lifetime, and I thought that the last closed disciple to get the three top prizes is already a good story."

It's getting old, and the real closed disciples are more interesting.

A girl!

The niece of the God's brother.

Good, interesting!

"But I have to clean up here and invite two more people."

Otherwise, the girl will come and there is no place to stay.

That night, Wenquxing shone again.

Countless monks looked at the starry sky in confusion.

What's the matter?

Wenquxing reincarnated again?

Wait! Xu Dingbei is in trouble? Nothing? Why is Wenquxing flashing?

Is Xu Dingbei fake? This is the real one?

Just as I was thinking about it, Wenquxing stopped flashing.

Its persistence is far less than the night when Xu Dingbei was born.

So... is it flashing for joy this time?

Why is it happy for nothing?

On the contrary, ordinary officials, after discovering that Wenquxing was flashing, immediately concocted an article praising his merits.

Praise Renzong's prosperity and auspicious signs.

Wenquxing flashing must mean that there is a talent for governing the country from heaven, and God bless the Song Dynasty.

Wenquxing is flashing for joy.

Wu Ding is not so happy.

Because he is in the mood.

Wu Ding's magic lighting is coming again.

Mr. Zhuang, who had never felt such light at night, decided to teach immediately.

Wu Ding thought so too.

Their generation was particularly passionate about traditional culture.

The country is rich and the people are strong.

Things that were once put down for food and clothing have the opportunity to be picked up again.

How can they not be passionate?

History and heritage, looking at the world, only we have it!

Other ancient civilizations have been completely destroyed.

Their civilization can only be archaeologically studied.

Only ours is still being passed on.

Wu Ding is confident that with his own mind and strength, learning some music, chess, calligraphy and painting is not a problem.

However, the first step went wrong.

"To paint bamboo, use the center wolf hair, and the focus must be steady."

Painting bamboo is always the favorite of literati.

Zhuang Daru made a few strokes.

A bamboo forest that is not dense, but upright and crisp appeared on the rice paper.

The green bamboo on the snow-white paper is painted with black ink.

But you can just feel a green and vibrant life.

The direction and composition of each bamboo leaf are also so comfortable.

Looking at it, it seems that you can feel the cool breeze of midsummer blowing through the bamboo forest, and the sound of rustling can be heard by your ears.

The tip of your nose is filled with the fresh fragrance of bamboo leaves.

And you are strolling comfortably in this bamboo forest.

"When painting a bamboo forest, you should pay attention to leaving blank space. God, try it?"

Didn't start from the basics.

Probably because.

Every teacher would want to show off in front of students as a sign of power.

Well, even facing the God, it is a habit that cannot be changed.

Wu Ding does know a little about the basics of Chinese painting.

Just a little bit.

The last time he painted Chinese painting seemed to be an interest class in elementary school?

But this time is different.

He has drawn talismans so many times.

The muscle control strength is not the same as before.

So it must be that the brain knows it, and the hands know it too.

Wu Ding drew the first stroke with great confidence.

Unexpectedly, the hands did not mess up.

The brain was messed up.

When he wanted to paint this bamboo, a complex pattern emerged in his mind.

The hand followed the instructions of the brain.

After a bunch of twisted lines were drawn on the paper.

Rays of emerald green light shot out from the paper.

Under the roar, the small house where Mr. Zhuang lived in seclusion became riddled with holes and in danger.

Mr. Zhuang: ? ?

Wu Ding: ? ? ? ?

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