Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 111: Long time admirer, Mr. Anonymous
A graceful girl of fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the mountain road. She was elegant and refined, followed by a fat insect that showed its original shape and had thick arms.

The girl recognized that the scholar standing outside the tree building was Yan Ruoxing from the Academy. She was proud of the unique mountain gate she carefully built for being valued and appreciated by a scholar from the Sanzhonglou. She watched it for a long time.

"Liu Xianfeng has met Yan Jiaoyu and respectfully invites you two to come to Bailin Valley for tea. The master will return immediately."

Liu Xianfeng performed a graceful skirt-lifting ceremony beside the doorway.

Xue Li behind her arched her body and saluted, followed her instructions sternly, and secretly looked at the scholar.

Yan Ruoxing recognized the aura on Liu Xianfeng's body, and Xu Yuanchang went to meet him with a bamboo box on his back. The little tree charm hidden in the branches couldn't hide from his Qi-gazing sense, so he returned the gift and said in surprise: "This Bailin Valley is Xu Yuanchang's. Hidden cultivation place?"

There was no need for him to doubt that he "saw" Xu Yuanchang walking quickly from a nearby village.

Xu Yuanchang spent the festival in the newly built courtyard of his eldest brother's house. The food and wine had just been put on the table, and when he was about to have dinner, he received a message from Liu Xianfeng on the tree outside the courtyard, saying that Yan Jiaoyu was visiting. He was a little surprised in his heart. What happened to Yan Jiaoyu? Do you know where he lives?

He did not fly ostentatiously, walked closer, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "What kind of wind is it today that blows the two distinguished guests and gods down to this humble mansion? The flowers are shining brightly, you two, please!"

Liu Xianfeng was asked to go back and make tea first. Xue Li, who was feeling uncomfortable all over, slipped away like a bug.

Yan Ruoxing smiled and returned the greeting: "A few days ago, I received an invitation from the dean of Linping Academy. I had free time today, so I took Fu Ying to teach the students of the academy and clear up their doubts. On the way back, I saw the fairy atmosphere in this place. It’s extraordinary. I stopped here to ask for a cup of tea and have a chat with the host, but I didn’t expect it to be your residence. Haha, this is what we call fate.”

He looked Xu Yuanchang up and down. He hadn't seen him for more than half a year, and he had already advanced to the Solid Qi Realm.

In his eyes, the invisible calmness exuding from the whole body was as bright as clouds. It was a beautiful sight without causing any dust.

The female scholar Fu Ying smiled and bowed her hands
The teacher was in front, so it was not her turn to speak.

Master Yan acted straightforwardly and freely, but her compliments to fellow Taoist Xu also surprised her, as she valued Xu Yuanchang too much.

Xu Yuanchang smiled and said: "Yan Jiaoyu is too well-received, and the simple and crude land in the mountains is not accessible to the discerning eye."

Yan Ruoxing stared at the plaque, without moving, and said, "I don't know who this calligraphy was. It has extraordinary momentum and restrained charm. The wooden pavilion in my courtyard has been missing a banner for a long time. I would like to ask you to write one in handwriting."

Xu Yuanchang was teased by Yan Ruoxing not once or twice, he smiled and said: "Yan Jiaoyu is a shameful person. He is graffiti and graffiti. He is not elegant and just entertains himself. You two, please come inside."

Yan Ruoxing was ecstatic in his heart, unexpectedly finding the person he had worked so hard to find. He turned to look at the young Taoist priest, laughed loudly, and said: "You are so unkind, I tried my best to recommend you." I entered the Taoist Palace to observe the study, but you kid backhandedly sold me, how unkind you are."

His expression was extremely happy, and he was not at all angry about being betrayed.

Xu Yuanchang didn't know what kind of medicine this tender-faced senior contained in the gourd, and he spoke confusingly.

Suddenly he realized that he had indeed done something unkind.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it has been exactly three years. He smiled and said, "That shouldn't be the case. Even if I had a hundred courages, I wouldn't dare to betray you. You must be mistaken."

"You're still arguing with me, do you dare to say that you didn't write that song 'Shui Tiao Ge Tou'? Zhang Laodao gave me your original work in exchange for a rare Taihe jade, worth ten thousand coins, and another priceless piece. City, tell me whether you will lose money, Mr. Anonymous."

Yan Ruoxing was in a good mood, and the contrast was achieved effortlessly, like drinking a bowl of cool sour plum soup on a dog day, feeling relaxed from head to toe. No matter how hard it was, it was all worth it. But Xu Yuanchang still doesn't seem to know the meaning of that famous poem. value.

He thought of everyone and used many methods to verify it, but he missed the kid who he personally sent to the Taoist Palace. It was dark under the lamp.

Zhang Wang fought with him, deliberately confusing him and leading him to the direction he was looking for.

Going around for three years has really harmed my friends.

Fu Ying covered her mouth in surprise, and an unbelievable bright light appeared in her eyes. It was simply unbelievable.

The "Mr. Anonymous" she jokes about every time they meet turns out to be the real Mr. Anonymous.

When the truth is false, the truth is also false. She is so stupid.

Xu Yuanchang was not embarrassed after being exposed. He laughed and said: "That day, Taoist priest Zhang threw out a Taoist secret method that I needed. I didn't have anything to exchange for it, so I had no choice but to copy a small word and exchange it. Afterwards, I adjusted the water The song leader belongs to Daozhang Zhang, so I won't have anything to do with it. I really didn't mean to deceive you."

He looked innocent, so I don't blame him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Daochang sold the original work to Yan Jiaoyu.

Such a slap in the face makes him worthy of being a "very close personal friend".

No wonder Yan Jiaoyu stared at the plaque, and it turned out that he recognized his hidden identity from the handwriting.

Yan Ruoxing hurriedly climbed up the pole and said: "Brother, you have to compensate me for the years of injury to my soul. For small lyrics like 'Shui Diao Ge Tou', you can just 'copy' one just for me. I'm fine." Sending him away, alas, it took so much trouble to find him, but it was so hard for me to find him.”

For three years, he had been searching, asking around, and wandering around, but he never expected to find someone like this.

He thought Xu Yuanchang's word "chao" was a modest joke, so he responded with the word "chao".

If you can "copy" a masterpiece that has never been published in this world, go ahead and do it.

Fu Ying's head was spinning and she was so excited that she could not speak.

Xu Yuanchang smiled and agreed: "Thanks to your respect, I will copy another poem, but I must declare in advance that 'the article is made by nature, and it is accidentally found by a good hand.' I have limited ink in my stomach, so maybe the poem I copy is not in your eyes."

Yan Jiaoyu helped him a lot, and he asked for help.
Can he refuse to agree? It can be regarded as an apology for that unkindness back then.

Yan Ruoxing was so surprised that he almost did a somersault in celebration. Did he agree so easily?

No requirements or conditions are mentioned?

He had to recognize this brother. He laughed and said: "Brother is really a happy person. As long as he has the same level as last time, no matter what you copy, you can do it. Brother, please come forward!"

He turned his back on guests, extended his hand to greet guests, and even changed his titles.

Look how good it is to say, "Articles are made by nature, and a good hand can accidentally find them." The literary spirit is almost overflowing from his forehead.

He was proud of his vision back then, but it was a pity that he had been deceived by Zhang Laodao for three whole years.

The two showed great humility and finally walked side by side.

Fu Ying was so happy that she almost danced for joy. She was able to witness the birth of a masterpiece that could be compared to the "Water Melody Song". Thinking about it, she couldn't help but feel excited and walked lightly.

Walk into the mid-level courtyard and come to the elegant study room.

Fu Ying quickly stepped forward to drip water and grind the ink.

Over there, Yan Ruoxing had already taken out Yun Xuan's good paper from the storage bag and spread it on the desk mat, hoping to gather more Zhong Ling's literary energy. For him, it was a great event.

With a seriousness and piety that I haven't seen in a long time, I even ordered a plate of sandalwood beside me.

Xu Yuanchang was a little uncomfortable with the two people's actions, so there was no need to make such a fuss.

Seeing Lao Yan's own arrangements, I enjoyed it so much that I had no choice but to live with it.

After thinking for a moment, he finished grinding the thick ink and stepped forward to hold the pen.

He copied "Ding Feng Bo" in his usual regular script. He liked the freedom and bohemianness of this poem very much. He felt that it was very in line with Yan Ruoxing's temperament and taste. The only person who could rival the "water tune singer" was Lao Su Own.

In just a moment, the words were written in dripping ink.

Yan Ruoxing's eyes flashed with joy, and he saw a trace of elegant literary spirit being invisible. He waved his hand calmly, unwilling to waste a little bit, and imprisoned the vivid literary spirit on the paper between the lines. His heart was surging, and he couldn't help but be excited.

The moment when the literary spirit was formed just now, it touched the bottleneck that had been stuck in him for many years.

After a long drought, there will be rain, and he has the confidence to break through the natural chasm of the Soul Gate.

"Okay, okay, 'The bamboo stick and the mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? I can live my whole life in the misty rain.' I did it spontaneously and got it naturally. It speaks to Yan's heart. Thank you Daoist Xu for the message."

Yan Ruoxing clapped his hands and applauded excitedly, but once again regretted in his heart, why did he push such a talented man with so much literary flair into his opponent's Taoist Palace?

If you have cultivated in the Qi-inducing realm, you can still spread your energy and start over again without any hindrance.

Now that the little brother has advanced to the Solid Qi Realm and successfully built the foundation, it is impossible to change the sect.

Damn Mr. Zhang, his calculations are so far-reaching. He made friends carelessly, and even wanted to break off the friendship to clear his mind.

What he cultivates is the way of a gentleman, "not taking what others like", taking advantage of the big way and taking advantage of the small way. He can borrow the fortune of heaven and earth for his own use, and he cannot do the villain's behavior of hiding such a talent.

Fu Ying could not see the literary spirit, his face turned red with excitement, and he recited: "...Looking back to the desolate place, when I return, there is no wind, rain or sunshine."

What a beautiful artistic conception, it is fascinating.

The birth of another masterpiece passed down from generation to generation was witnessed with her own eyes.

She was almost drunk.

Influenced by Peng Tuohua's articles, this is the way of practice she pursues.

Liu Xianfeng had already regained her height by about a foot. She was carrying the shrunken snow particles on her shoulders. She cooked the tea and saw no guests coming. She heard the excitement here and flew over to find them.

Seeing Yan Ruoxing holding a poem and chanting it in a cadence, she thanked the young master repeatedly for the gift of the poem.

She was shocked.

Is this really written by the young master?

It's so beautiful and so refreshing to hear.

She doesn't have much ink in her belly, so she can still appreciate the good and the bad.

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(End of this chapter)