"A role model for my generation?" Chen Guhong was taken aback, seeing the admiration on Wang Song's face, he felt strange. I thought to myself, "My good friend has always been humorous and not very serious. Even the great master Ruan Yu is only admired by him because of his official position, and he has not reached the level of a role model for my generation. Who is this person?"
Thinking about it, Chen Guhong asked, "Who?"
The students present also showed curiosity.
"He is a talented scholar in Xuanzhou, and Liang Sheng is a student of the prefecture." Wang Song's face became more admirable.
"Is that Liang Sheng who was able to sing at the age of five, wrote poems at the age of seven, and became a scholar at the age of twelve?" Chen Guhong said with a look of surprise on his face.
"It's him? Is he coming to the Huangshan Poetry Fair? You know that Xuanzhou is thousands of miles away."
"It's amazing."
The students present were taken aback again.
The circle of scholars and scholars is very smooth.
Talented people are always talked about.
Today, there are as many up-and-comers in Yun's country as crucian carp crossing the river, but Liang Sheng, a talented scholar from Xuanzhou, is one of the most romantic ones. He is only 18 years old this year, and he was born in a scholarly family in Xuanzhou. He has a prominent family. Within five generations, there have been eight Jinshi and twelve Juren.
There were two senior officials in the court of my father and grandfather, and there were two officials of the same clan who were also officials in the court.
His prominent family background and past experience have made him famous.
Even Tong Sheng, like Chen Guhong, who doesn't pay much attention to the circle of scholars, has heard of his reputation.
Talented people will make people feel respected.
Although Chen Guhong got the primordial spirit, he is mysterious and intelligent. But it is also because of this that it is worthy of respect that ordinary people can have such great talents.
"With these three highlights, this time Huangshan Poetry Fair, we really should go and experience it." Chen Guhong thought in his heart.
"How about it, let's go together? I will pay for all the expenses of this trip." Immediately, Wang Song put on an attitude of being a rich man and asked the students.
However, there are many students who think about it, but few actually act.
"I still have to write to support my family."
"The county exam will be held soon, and I have to study hard to take the exam for a scholar."
Everyone shook their heads and said. Someone also said to Wang Song: "Brother Wang, although the poetry fair is lively, we are just children. We didn't even pass the exam for being a scholar. If we go there and meet Mr. Ti Xueguan, I'm afraid we will be said to be idle."
"It's just a gimmick to be an academic officer. We don't have much poetic talent, so it's impossible to fly to the sky and meet Master Ruan. The important benefit of going this time is to meet Shi Miaomiao and Liang Sheng."
Wang Song looked excited and agitated.
But everyone had concerns, and in the end only Chen Guhong agreed to go together. Immediately, Wang Song was tearful, put his arm on Chen Guhong's shoulder, and said straightly: "Good brother, show loyalty."
Not long after, the class reunion broke up. Chen Guhong and Wang Song meet to go out tomorrow. Chen Guhong returned home and told Chen Xiuxiu about it.
From childhood to adulthood, Chen Guhong only moved within the county seat, and Huangshan Mountain was hundreds of miles away. Chen Xiuxiu was naturally worried, and tearfully advised Chen Guhong not to go.
Although Chen Guhong was very moved, he insisted on going to see it, so he also explained it to Chen Xiuxiu. Chen Xiuxiu reluctantly agreed when she heard that she could meet the academic officer.
But still be careful, Chen Guhong be careful on the road.
Early the next morning, Wang Song came with his servant in a carriage. Before Chen Guhong got into the car, Chen Xiuxiu held Chen Guhong's hand, wiped away tears with a handkerchief. Said: "Be careful on the road, don't turn back when you encounter robbers, run immediately."
"Understood, my good sister." Chen Guhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, took a handkerchief to wipe away her sister's tears, waved her hand, and got into the car under Chen Xiuxiu's reluctant eyes.
Surrounded by several house slaves, the carriage slowly left the city and headed for Huangshan.
Huangshan Poetry Club, three highlights. People's hearts are floating, and they are fascinated leisurely. The carriage traveled along the road, watching the scenery along the way, and the two arrived at Huangshan.
Huangshan.
This mountain is not high, but a little delicate, not majestic, nor dangerous. But it is very famous, and it is a very famous mountain in Hangshan Prefecture and even in Liangzhou.
It is said that Huangshi attained enlightenment here and soared in the daytime. Up to now, there is a monument and a temple on the mountain. Every year, faithful men and women come from thousands of miles away to burn incense and pray.
Just in response to the saying that if the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals.
This mountain is three hundred and twenty-five miles away from Chengyang, and the journey takes four days. The day of the Huangshi Poetry Fair happened to be about the same as the day when Huangshigong ascended in the daytime, so when Chen Guhong and Wang Song climbed the mountain, the mountain was very lively.
"Hey, come and take a look, this is the soil near the body of the Yellowstone Great Immortal. Take it home to soak up the immortal energy, and you will live a long life."
"Fortune-telling and word testing, immortals guide the way!"
When there are many people, there will be business. I saw that near the Huangshi Temple, many businesses related to the Tao of Immortals are very hot.
Scholars in this world don't talk about strange powers and gods. Wang Song is from a scholarly family, but the whole family believes this. When I see this, I can't move my feet. With a face full of sincerity, he put his palms together towards Huangshi Temple, and bowed again and again. And I am very interested in the soil near the body of the Yellowstone Great Immortal.
"No, I have to buy it home to soak up the fairy spirit." Wang Song said to Chen Guhong, then greeted a few house slaves and squeezed into the crowd.
Chen Guhong smiled, feeling a little moved in his heart, so he talked with Gao Zhuang in Zifu in his mind.
"Is there a divine light body protector in this temple?"
"I'm afraid this is just a rumor from ordinary people. There is nothing mysterious about this Huangshan Temple."
Gao Zhuang's voice was very disdainful.
"All right."
Chen Guhong shrugged, and then began to appreciate the scenery of Huangshan.
Although this mountain is not as majestic as a high mountain, Chen Guhong seldom goes out, let alone climbs. At this moment, when I climb up to see the sea of clouds, my mind is free, and I feel like a young eagle spreading its wings, and the sea and sky are broad.
What kind of feeling does it feel to think of that fairy riding the clouds and fog? It's unimaginable, but you know it's more carefree than a bird, right
Full of longing, Wang Song turned back and brought back a suit of mortals and vulgarity.
"Come, come, I bought a copy for you, Guhong." Wang Song cheerfully came back with small sachets, and handed one to Chen Guhong by the way. As if he had picked up a big deal, he said: "The dealer who sells the fairy soil is also stupid. Such a good fairy soil is fifty yuan a bag, which is very cheap."
"All right!"
Chen Guhong took the sachet, but was speechless. As the saying goes, there is no need to force people to have something good. The good friend in front of me is actually smart, but now he looks like an idiot.
The Huangshan Temple Fair has nothing to do with the Poetry Fair. Although scholars are in the world of mortals, they don't associate with traffickers and pawns. Like plum blossoms in snow, very lonely and tall.
The location of this Huangshan Poetry Club is on the other side of Huangshan Mountain. After Chen Guhong and Wang Song got the immortal land, surrounded by their slaves, they went to another mountain.
After leaving the Huangshi Temple, it became much cleaner. The winding mountain road all the way, but there is a kind of deepness of deep mountains and old forests, and the illusion of immortals living here.
The mountain road is long and seems to have no end. After walking for an unknown distance, Wang Song was exhausted and out of breath, his tongue sticking out like a hanged ghost.
He turned his head to look at Chen Guhong, wondering, "Guhong, why don't you blush and breathe?"
From childhood to adulthood, the two have similar physical fitness and similar reading. Now he is exhausted like a dog, but Chen Guhong's face is rosy, his body is as light as a swallow, like a light knight traveling in mountains, relaxed and at ease, it is both aggressive and strange, but also unconvincing.
"It seems that not only my soul is mysterious, but my body is also much stronger." Chen Guhong guessed in his heart, but smiled on his face: "Recently I have been walking around a lot, and I have exercised my physical strength."
"Okay." Wang Song shrugged without doubting him.
After walking another distance, Wang Song felt that he was about to die, and was about to let his slaves carry him away. There is a pavilion in the deep mountain in front of it. The pavilion is very elegant, and there is smoke and fire.
A melodious tea fragrance rushed over.
"Someone is making tea there." Wang Song's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt his tongue salivate and his physical strength recovered.
"Guhong, let's quicken our pace." After finishing speaking, this guy has already started to walk quickly.
"This guy." Chen Guhong smiled and quickened his pace. A group of people soon arrived outside the pavilion. The pavilion is named Mountain Spirit, which fits well with the environment.
There are five people in the pavilion, two maidservants, two house slaves and one scholar.
The two maidservants were twenty-eight years old, with fair complexion, exquisite facial features, very simple and elegant clothes, beautiful but not gaudy, with respectful expressions, and the aura of wealthy and beautiful maids rushed towards them.
The two house slaves were strong and strong, with bright eyes and vigilant expressions, not as stupid as ordinary house slaves.
The scholar was eighteen or nineteen years old, with fair complexion and handsome appearance. He was wearing a blue Confucian shirt, with a sachet on his left waist and a jade pendant on his right waist. The sachet is very fragrant, but not overwhelming, and it smells very good. The jade pendant is green, warm and moist, and looks first-class.
At this moment, the scholar is sitting on the stone bench, two beautiful maidservants are in charge of making tea, and two house servants are standing one on the left and one on the right, in charge of vigilance. Seeing Chen Guhong, Wang Song and others, the two house slaves immediately showed vigilance.
Wang Song was born as a squire, and he often called himself a son. At this moment, when I saw this situation, I felt ashamed of myself. I thought to myself, "What a noble man."
"I don't know who this person is, is it that Xuanzhou Liang Sheng?"
"Smells good tea." Chen Guhong moved his nose slightly, attracted by the fragrance of the tea.