"Tang Sanzang?"

Qin'er held her head and thought for a long time, but she still couldn't figure out who this person was.

In fact, isn't this a very natural thing? Although this Tang Sanzang did exist in history, that is, the Tang Dynasty monk Chen Xuanzang who once traveled to Tianzhu. However, this Chen Xuanzang was only more famous in the Tang Dynasty, and later generations

The reason why we know so much about him is mainly based on a Ming Dynasty novel "Journey to the West".

In "Journey to the West", Chen Xuanzang's pseudonym is Tang Monk, and he is the most eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty, so he is known as Tang Sanzang. However, in this great Zhou Dynasty, Wu Cheng'en, the author of "Journey to the West", did not even know if he had a chance to be born, so

Not to mention the mythical novel "Journey to the West" that had a great influence on later generations.

"Yes, Tang Sanzang!"

Qin Yong nodded affirmatively and said.

"Oh, to be able to write such a poem, Master Tripitaka is really a strange person!"

Seeing that Qin Yong was so sure, Qin'er couldn't doubt it anymore, so she nodded and said.

Actually, this is because this statement is easier for her to accept. Because this so-called stranger is equivalent to an unborn expert. But will Qin Yong be such an unborn expert? Obviously in Qin'er's mind

It was impossible in her heart! So she was naturally more willing to believe that those two poems were written by a highly respected old monk, but she had never heard of his name! And generally in legends, not all the old monks were

Is he compassionate? That's why he can write such sad and pitiful poems as "Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work?" Come on, if it were a dandy like Qin Yong who has been in fine clothes since he was a child, he would

Do you know where this rice comes from?

"That's right, Master Sanzang is very secretive." Qin Yong said in agreement.

"Uncle, please continue writing! The maids will help you clean up first..."

Qin'er and Qi'er said after putting aside the matter about "Master Tripitaka".

"Ah? No, no! Just let me clean it up! Just let me clean it up!..."

When Qin Yong saw that they were about to clean up the white papers on the ground, he immediately panicked, so he quickly stopped him and said. Are you kidding me? The dozen or so white papers on the ground were actually filled with all kinds of things.

Once those two little girls saw this, they would really be confused! There was no way that the "Master Tripitaka" could have spit out all the ink in his belly and gave it to him, right?

Unless he himself is the "Master Tripitaka"!

"oh!"

Qin'er and Qi'er didn't think much about it, because they were still immersed in the artistic conception of the two good poems they saw just now. And they didn't think there would be anything written on the more than ten pieces of white paper on the ground.

What unexpectedly good poem, so naturally they didn't care.

"However, my uncle's handwriting is really beautiful..."

Before leaving, Qin'er and Qi'er put the two poems into their clothes respectively. Qi'er was obviously more attentive. She noticed that Qin Yong's calligraphy seemed to have something special. However, she also

She didn't think deeply about it. After all, there were so many fonts in the world. It was impossible for a girl like her to recognize all the fonts.

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The breeze was blowing, and several elegant old men were playing chess by the Xiao Qinhuai River in Yangzhou City.

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar came over. After smiling with one of the old men, he respectfully came to the front of the other old man and saluted and shouted: "Teacher!"

"It turns out to be Mingqiu! But is there something going on in the academy?"

"Teacher, everything is normal in the academy! It's just that in a few days it will be the Dragon Boat Festival, which coincides with the centenary celebration of the academy. The students are wondering if they can take this opportunity to have the academy organize a poetry show to celebrate?"

"Celebrate with a poetry party? Haha, that's not necessary! Every holiday, aren't there poetry gatherings everywhere in Yangzhou City? Just go and tell those little guys that if you have good poems, they will be included in the 'Hanshan Poetry Collection'!"

"Yes, teacher!" When the middle-aged man heard what the old man said, he said with a smile on his face, "As a result, this Dragon Boat Festival Poetry Festival will be extremely lively!"

"Haha, it's good to be lively! It's good to be lively!"

The old man shook his head and moved the chess piece to a corner.

"Haha, Mr. Han, your move is really bad. I'm afraid I'm going to win this game, right?"

When another old man saw what was happening on the chessboard, he immediately became happy. After another piece came down, the old man named Han was surprised to find that his chess piece in the lower left corner had no chance of survival.

Then, he couldn't lose this game of chess anymore, so he smiled bitterly and said: "You won! Hey, you really can't play chess at the same time! That's all, that's all, today is already the day to play chess.

It’s been three sets, so it’s over.”

The old man said, holding on to the stone table and about to stand up. However, he did not expect that because he had been sitting for too long, his feet suddenly became weak when he stood up, and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he

The middle-aged scholar next to him was eager and quick, so he just supported him.

"Old...teacher, are you okay?"

The middle-aged scholar helped the old man and asked anxiously.

"It's okay, it's okay! This man is getting old, and his body and bones are not in good condition! It's just that he just played one more game of chess, and he is so unbearable."

"Haha, I haven't moved in the past two hours. It's no wonder that Mr. Han's legs and feet are not feeling well. Even as an old man, I often feel sore in my hands and feet!" Another old man also stood up and moved his hands and feet and said.

.

"That's right! Playing chess is something that only talented people can learn. It is profound and profound, but it is a pity that it takes a long time. People like me and other waning people will only be able to touch this chessboard less and less in the future!" The old man surnamed Han stopped.

After taking his own body, he said with regret.

"Haha, what the teacher said is wrong. Although the game of chess is profound and profound, the teacher and Mr. Wei are strong, so there is no need to be afraid of these little time. In addition, when talking about this game of chess, the students think of the past two days in the academy.

A popular trend is here!"

"Oh? What's the trend?"

"Haha, in the past, when we played chess, we played Go, a game between two armies. But now in our academy classes, the little ones now only play backgammon. As for Go, usually we can only wait until
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