It Took 100,000 Years of Immortal Cultivation To Discover That Xinxian Village Was a Forbidden Area

It was Father Fang who was speaking. He fell asleep in a daze just now. When he woke up, he heard someone fooling his son. How could he not be angry.

"Nonsense, don't teach my son bad."

Fang's father quickly pulled his son away, looked at Li Ming with a wary expression, and said, "You dare to call yourself a saint and declare your name, which saint are you?"

The boy in front of him looked fifteen or sixteen years old and pretended to be a saint. He had never heard of such a young saint.

It must be a liar.

Seeing that Li Ming didn't speak, Father Fang's face became even more complacent, saying:

"You can't speak. I knew you were a liar. I'm embarrassed to break you. I've seen liars like you a lot."

"Which liar have you seen tricking him into reading?"

"..." Fang's father was dumbfounded for a while, and he didn't understand what this young man was doing. He really didn't look like a liar, but he always felt strange and strange, and said:

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, let's talk slowly if we have something to say."

As Li Ming said, he took out a shiny pearl from his arms and stuffed it into Father Fang's hand.

Father Fang, who was still a little angry at first, suddenly calmed his mind and carefully looked at the pearl in his hand. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he was. This thing must be very valuable.

Sure enough, he was rich.

So, he put his posture on the ground a little bit and said with a smile, "I may have a bad attitude just now, brother, didn't you have something to talk to me about just now, please tell me as much as you can."

He also gave Li Ming some distance, afraid that Li Ming would talk nonsense and let his son hear it.

The 360-degree change in attitude surprised Li Ming.

Sure enough, money can make ghosts run the mill, let alone such a short-sighted person who covets small money.

Seeing that his attitude also changed, Li Ming climbed the pole and said, "You have heard part of what I said just now. Do you think I am right?"

"Actually, I just heard you say that you are a saint, and I also heard you say that my son will fall."

"It's good to hear it, I'm telling the truth." Li Ming stopped going around with him and went straight to the topic.

"How is this possible?" Fang's father just received Li Ming's pearl, otherwise, he would have jumped up and beat him at this time, "Let's not mention whether you are a saint or not, my son Fang Zhongyong, but a child prodigy, how could he fall? "

"Look at those powerful characters, such as Confucius, Guanzi, Laozi, which of these are not intelligent people, but they did not rely on their talent to stop reading; and Meng's mother moved three times, you should tell this story Well, the mother moved three times for her son to study hard. Your son is very good. If you let him study hard at this age, his future achievements will be limitless. If he wants any money at that time, there is no need to rush for success now. Now you should, even if you are too poor and sell your property, you must let him study, so that you can live in a castle in the air like me in the future..."

Li Ming gestured and lectured, but it was useless.

Because he looks too young for his age.

If it were an old man, or if Kong Sheng appeared, Father Fang would probably listen.

In the eyes of middle-aged men, Li Ming is a little kid.

He didn't take what he said to heart at all.

A child who looks so much younger than you, tells you a lot of truth, and it is impossible for anyone to listen.

You may even feel that what you said is unreasonable and a little embarrassing.

Father Fang was not angry either, because Li Ming was rich, he smiled lightly and said:

"Well, we don't need to talk so much. You and my son will compete against each other and write poetry. If you can beat my son, everything is easy to talk about."

"Are you sure you want your son to compare with me?" Li Ming looked at him.

"Sure."

"Row."

Just now, Li Ming was still thinking about how to find the entry point. After some words from him, he finally found the entry point. This father Fang has an enigmatic confidence in his son.

If he can defeat him dignifiedly, then the situation will be different.

Father Fang believed in saints.

It seems that I, Li Ming, have to keep the name of a saint as a taboo.

"Zhongyong, come here, you are now competing with this young man to refer to objects and compose poems. Remember, you have to let this young man down, don't let him lose too embarrassingly." Fang's father said proudly.

"You don't have to, kid, you have to do your best, because once I make a move, you won't have a chance." Li Ming said lightly.

"Hahaha." Fang's father laughed, he didn't say much, just stared at Li Ming, he was young and frivolous.

Fang Zhongyong suddenly felt a pressure.

In Jinxi County, I met a lot of talented people, but none of them could compare to me. I don't know why they felt a lot of pressure in front of someone who was not even a few years older than him.

"You come first, you can write poems wherever you want, it doesn't matter how many capitals you write." Li Ming said.

"You better come first."

Fang Zhongyong licked his little lips, he felt that Li Ming's momentum was very strong, and even Father Fang who was beside him faintly felt it.

The young man beside him was as sharp as a giant dragon who was sleeping at the same time, and there was a faint burst of Jin Ze on him.

The black dog with drooping ears also cheered up, lying on the ground all the time.

"I said that if I shoot~www.wuxiamtl.com~ you will have no chance to shoot." Li Ming said lightly.

"Zhongyong, you shoot first, cover his momentum, and let him have no chance to make a move, so take the initiative to admit defeat." Fang's father pointed to the environment here, and said: "You write a poem based on the environment here. "

Fang Zhongyong looked around, waterfalls, flowing water, gardens, peach blossom forests, and castles in the sky.

After a while, a poem came to my mind:

"Peach blossoms and butterflies grow on the shore, and clouds are drawn in the mist from the castle in the sky."

"The waterfall flows like a jade curtain, and the barbed lotus hangs in the air."

"The mountains are high and the waters are endless. See you in the rivers and lakes. Goodbye."

"There is a boundless road in the book, and I promise to make the world a phantom."

The poem is finished.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Li Ming with a little smugness on his face.

"Papapa..." Father Fang couldn't understand what his son was talking about, but he felt so powerful. He kept applauding and looked at Li Ming proudly, saying:

"It's your turn."

Li Ming was stunned. He didn't understand what Fang Zhongyong meant at all, but the fact that a child could do something really surprised him, and he was no longer picky.

"Do you want another poem?" Li Ming asked.

"No need, the poem just now is enough." Fang Zhongyong said.

"Don't delay any longer, hurry up and write a poem, I'd like to see your literary talent." Father Fang also said.

"I said that I am a saint, but you don't believe it. That's fine. Now I'll let you know what the supreme state of a saint is." Li Ming showed a faint smile on his face.

Fang Zhongyong and Fang's father looked at Li Ming at the same time and said, "What realm?"

Li Ming calmly said, "The highest realm of a saint is to scare the wind and rain when the pen is written, and the ghosts and gods cry when the book is written. You have to be optimistic, I'm going to shoot."