Su Yu learned calligraphy for two years in his previous life, and he could only write the characters in a straightforward manner. After traveling through time, he gained memory. His first-hand medical cursive script is flowing and prescriptions, and only he can see clearly.

Adding up with two, Su Yu's handwriting is pretty good.

There is a beautiful woman who polishes ink and adds fragrance to the red sleeves.

After the pseudonym was named "Su Xiaoyu", he began to write quickly.

The best writing environment should have been extremely comfortable, but Su Yu couldn't stand it after writing two thousand words. The injuries on his butt had not stopped yet. He hummed and went back to his room to rest, while Yunniang stayed to help him organize the manuscript.

"well……"

Sure enough, Qiao Feng was forced to resign from the position of leader of the Beggars' Sect.

But why did Zhiguang swallow the signature of the leader? Who is the leader? Is Master Zhiguang necessary to protect him like this?

If Qiao Feng is really a Khitan, his parents are killed...

...

As the story of the Tianlong Bazi unfolds, the more heroic Qiao Feng is, the more heartbreaking his miserable fate is. The next day, Feng Zhang came to pick up the manuscript and returned to Weidelou to tell the story.

A debate started in Bianliang City.

"Since you have no loss of virtue, why did Zhiguang swallow the signature? The interception and killing of the Khitan people at Yanmen Pass must have done a wrong job in the Central Plains Martial Arts. Qiao Feng should have asked the leader to take revenge!"

"Avenge? Could it be that Qiao Feng wants to be a Khitan?"

"At this point, what if he is not a Khitan? The Central Plains Martial Arts believe that Qiao Feng is not! Since that's the case, just kill a man and a real man, how can he suffer such humiliation!"

"If Qiao Feng kills himself for a moment, he will be despised by the martial arts world!"

"So what? Kill! Who dares to speak nonsense under the butcher's knife?"

"ordinary man!"

"Coward!"

"Eat my Prajna Palm!"

"Good here, look at my eighteen dragon subduing palms!!!"

A farce quarrel broke out in Fanlou. The two young men couldn't argue, and finally started to fight. The friends beside him and the sisters in the building cheered.

They were really both idiots, without any tricks, and in the end they just clenched their noses and got entangled together.

After the agreement was made to let go, the two of them released at the same time.

The fat boy wiped the oil from his face and said, "Gao Tingyou, you are still so cowardly after you. I, Cao Xun, are you embarrassed to be with you!"

Gao Tingyou, the cold young man dusted the dust that did not exist on his clothes and said proudly: "I don't bother with the stupid pig."

Cao Xun: "Break up friendship!"

Gao Tingyou: "It's just my wish!"

After the two young men had a fight, they each left with their entourage, which made the guests in Fanlou laugh and only felt that they were watching a funny monkey show.

Cao and Gao's two families are very noble, but which customer is easy to be in Fanlou?

On the third floor, in a elegant seat near the east, a blue-clothed scholar filled his old friend's glasses and chuckled, "Drunk, what do you think of the story?"

The Confucian scholar with a slightly drunk face and gray hair smiled and said, "It's very interesting, the words are simple, the plot is smooth, easy to understand, the story is twists and turns and exciting, and it is a good book."

The Confucian scholar in green smiled and said, "Then, can you tell me that this sentence was originally written by a ten-year-old child?"

"oh?"

The white-clothed scholar, Zuiweng, or our famous old Mr. Ouyang Xiu, has his eyes lit up at this moment. As the literary master of the times, this Zuiweng's favorite thing is to promote the backwards.

A few years later, Su Xian entered Beijing, and he spared no effort to make him famous.

The idiom "Leading" is what Ouyang Xiu said to Su Shi. Ouyang Xiu once said to his close friend Mei Yaochen: "I should avoid the road and let him go out of the ground."

This is what he is talking about Su Shi.

As the Wenzong of the times, he was able to achieve this level, which was enough to show how much this drunkard liked to promote the people. At this moment, he heard that the Tianlong Babu was written by a ten-year-old child, and he became interested.

Yan said, "Which child is it?"

Mei Yaochen said regretfully: "It's not a family, but a primary apprentice in Ping'an Hall, Maxing North Street. The children of a doctor are literate, but have never been to school. Therefore, they are full of spiritual energy and can only be used to write a script, which is a pity."

"otherwise."

Mei Yaochen was a little sorry, but Ouyang Xiu did not agree. He reminisces about the Tianlong Ba Tribe before saying: "Sheng Yu, this story involves the Song, Liao, Xixia, Tubo, Dali and even the Xianbei Murong family. If it were ordinary children in the market, how could they have such a vision?"

“Huh?”

Mei Yaochen also realized something was wrong. Although most of the situations in the book were fabricated out of thin air, they also needed to have a rough understanding of it before they could write such a layout.

Not everyone can have this international perspective.

Why was the Tianlong Ba Tribe so popular in Bianliang? The new martial arts worldview certainly accounted for the majority, but the interweaving of the forces of various countries is also a very important highlight.

This is also the highlight, which allows it to be appreciated by both the elite and the masses, and even the scholars talk about it vigorously.

With this vision and ambition, it is fashionable and young, so it is not too late to start school now.

No delay.

Mei Yaochen drank and smiled, saying, "That child is quite spiritual. If his master has some vision, he should send him to study. After ten years of hard work, it is not difficult to sing a name outside Donghua Gate."

A storybook is also an article, which can show the strength of the writing.

If it was written by a storyteller, it would be fine, but it would be extraordinary if it was written by a ten-year-old child who had never entered the school.

Not everyone can tell the story well.

What's more, this is a very interesting story, a unique new theme and a grand story pattern.

However.

Ouyang Xiu sighed: "It's probably not easy to study."

After ten years of hard work, it was a long investment. Who would be willing to do this except for his parents and clans? What's more, Su Yu is an apprentice of Ping'antang, so the master definitely hopes that he will inherit his legacy after studying medicine.

Give up the family tradition, go to the imperial examination, help hand in the tutelage, and raise an apprentice who has been eating for ten years.

It's impossible to think about it.

Mei Yaochen also understood and couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's still too early to enter the industry, but studying medicine is good. It's also a good thing to treat diseases and save people."

"I have also heard of Ping'an Hall, so Dr. Sun has some skills."

"According to this child's intelligence, his medical skills will be of great success in the future."

Ouyang Xiu: "Doctor Sun from Ping'an Hall..."

Mei Yaochen: "How?"

Ouyang Xiu shook his head and said, "The day before yesterday, the invitation was sent by the Runan Prince's Mansion. Next week, I took a look at the dishes for the birthday party. It seemed that there was the words "Ping'an Tang Secret Recipe, Medicine, Chicken Soup" on it."

"I think it's his family."

"Since Doctor Sun has this ability, it seems that the child has no hope of studying."

The greater the ability of Doctor Sun, the harder it is to study, because he is an apprentice, and is used to inherit his legacy, not his descendants. The master is half a father, but he is also a master.

What a pity...
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