Ten Years After Chopping Wood, I'm Invincible

Meng Xing picked up the pen, dipped the fine ink on the inkstone table, and wrote a few words with the pen.

The restaurant owner looked up and immediately praised: "Not bad, not bad! This calligraphy is very beautiful, and it is a font I have never seen before."

Meng Xing wrote the thin gold font, which he specially learned in his previous life, and once showed it on the girl he liked.

As Meng Xing wrote it down, the restaurant owner was even more excited: "This handwriting is unique, enough to create a style of calligraphy, and it will last forever. It is even more beautiful than many great Confucians who have read poetry and books! What is this? The font is so beautiful?"

Meng Xing didn't answer, he finished writing the poem seriously, he breathed a sigh of relief after writing it, fortunately, it was not unfamiliar, the writing was smooth, and there were no mistakes.

The owner of the restaurant read: "The bright moon leaves the branches and frightens the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. Seven or eight stars are outside, and it rains in front of the mountains at two or three o'clock. Suddenly."

"Not bad! Not bad! This is a rare good poem, especially the first four lines. It is full of charm and contains artistic conception, but there is no lack of delicateness in the heroic."

The restaurant owner was full of praise and looked like he couldn't put it down.

Among the crowd of onlookers, there were two old men wearing Confucian shirts, with a strong sense of scroll, and the look of reading poetry and books. One of them said, "Boss Zhao, can you show us something?"

The restaurant owner immediately saluted respectfully: "President Kong, Mr. Wu, you are here."

He moved aside and let the two old men watch.

These two are the deans and supervisors of Changning Academy, and they are well-known in Changning County. I didn't expect that they would come here to watch.

"This calligraphy is really unique. The characters are elegant and very beautiful. I have never seen this type of font before." Dean Kong said in amazement.

"Enough to create a school of calligraphy. Dean, don't you want to make a breakthrough in calligraphy? This calligraphy is just right for you!" Wu Lao also said excitedly.

"Yes, yes!" Dean Kong continued to study it carefully.

"This poem is elegant and simple, with a long meaning, and it is also a rare masterpiece." Dean Confucius stroked his beard again. ,

"Although I have read so many books, I ask myself that I can't write such an elegant poem." Elder Wu said a little ashamed.

"This student, where is the teacher?" Dean Kong asked Meng Xing cupped hands.

"Where is the apprenticeship? The apprenticeship is traversal. This is a must-have skill for traversers." Meng Xing complained after being stunned for a while.

Still, he said: "I don't have a teacher, I taught myself."

"Self-study? Can you come to my Changning Academy to study? The academy provides meals and accommodation." Dean Kong said.

Dean Kong is also delighted to see such talents. If they are trained well, they will gain fame in the future and will greatly enhance the reputation of Changning Academy.

Meng Xing shook his head and said, "I'm a martial artist, and I'm not interested in poetry trails."

"You have the talent to study like this, and it's really a waste of talent to practice martial arts. It should be noted that studying and getting famous is the only way to govern the country and bring peace to the world." Wu Lao also persuaded.

"I have made up my mind." Meng Xing said.

Dean Kong saw his insistence and knew that he couldn't change his thoughts, and sighed in his heart, good talents will be buried.

After a pause, he said again: "Then... can this calligraphy and painting be sold to me?"

"No... Director Kong, this calligraphy and painting belongs to my Yuexian Restaurant and cannot be sold to you. I will provide them with food and drink for free, and this calligraphy and painting is the money for the meal." Boss Zhao of the restaurant said hurriedly.

This is an opportunity to enhance the reputation of Yuexian Restaurant. After a long time someone has written a masterpiece, he is naturally unwilling to give it.

"Fifty taels of silver, can you sell it to me?" Dean Kong asked without taking his eyes off the calligraphy and painting.

Boss Zhao shook his head. How could the value of this painting and calligraphy hang in the restaurant be worth fifty taels?

With the bonus of this poem, the Yuexian Restaurant has been upgraded to a new level, and the money that will be made in the future will definitely be endless.

Boss Zhao is a smart businessman, so naturally he will not be short-sighted and cut off his greater fortune.

Dean Kong was disappointed for a while. He was a scholar, and he was too embarrassed to snatch it for a calligraphy and painting.

Meng Xing's eyes lit up, and he said, "President Kong, why don't I write another calligraphy and painting like this, how about selling it to you for fifty taels?"

"Okay, okay! Thank you! Thank you!" Dean Kong said hurriedly with a smile.

Boss Zhao didn't want to offend the dean of Changning Academy, so he quickly asked his staff to bring rice paper and let Meng Xing write it.

Soon, Meng Xing wrote another calligraphy and painting, and wrote his own name at the end. Wu Lao paid fifty taels of silver, one hand for the money and the other for the delivery.

Meng Xing was satisfied and made a small profit, so he doesn't have to worry about renting a house and eating out these days.

But Dean Kong and Wu Lao looked like they had obtained a treasure, and left happily.

The onlookers saw that there was no liveliness to watch, and slowly dispersed.

Meng Xing said, "Boss Zhao, I have six friends, can we all go in and have a free meal together?"

"Yes, yes, you can also live here tonight, with meals and lodging." Boss Zhao said.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Meng Xing called Li Buxian, Gu Qingzhuo, Luo Yao and others, entered the restaurant together, and found a seat to sit down.

Boss Zhao asked people to frame the poems written by Meng Xing and hang them in a conspicuous place in the restaurant for people to watch.

Li Buxian, Luo Yao and others looked at Meng Xing as if they were looking at a rare animal. They didn't expect that Meng Xing actually let them poor people come to the most expensive restaurant for dinner.

Zhou Ruoqing's eyes glowed with brilliance, Meng Xing was not good at cultivation, he was good at chess, calligraphy and painting, and he was also smart and had some means to solve cases.

Even the dean of the academy was rushing for his calligraphy and painting, and wanted to recruit him into the academy for free food and drink.

Such a man is truly amazing!

She looked at Meng Xing, and felt that the more she looked, the more she liked it, and her heart thumped.

"Meng Xing, how can you write poetry? Why have I never seen you write poetry before, and you are also good at writing." Yang Xiaochui asked what everyone wanted to ask.

"I have liked books since I was a child. I used to study the Five Classics in my private school. These days, I often go to Library to read books in the name of Senior Sister Xiao. So, when inspiration comes, it's okay to write a poem." Meng Xing said.

Everyone rolled their eyes. Occasionally, when inspiration comes, they can write a poem. If only it were that easy.

I have never seen those scholars who have read poetry a lot to write such good poetry.

It can only be said that Meng Xing was born with a talent for reading.

Luo Yao and Ye Xuelian couldn't help but take a few more glances at Meng Xing. This young man is really versatile. No wonder Senior Sister Xiao is so optimistic about him and takes care of him.

Gu Qingzhuo's heart was sour. This kid, who followed them down the mountain last time, was already attracting attention. This time, it was the same, and his prestige was lost.

This made his always proud heart a little uncomfortable. In the past at Jianchi Peak, he was a high-profile existence.

Soon, the restaurant staff came to a table of sumptuous wine and food. Except for Gu Qingzhuo who was a little depressed, everyone had a very happy meal.

After eating, everyone decided to live in this restaurant, and tomorrow they would go to a senior apprentice who was in Changning County as the chief catcher.

The next day, everyone came to the Changning county government office and saw the tall, dignified senior brother, Ding Haisheng, who was about forty years old.