Tie Er beside him could no longer look at him. He looked at the old Taoist dancing there with admiration, and at the same time he was still making bursts of "suck, suck, suck, suck" exclamations from his mouth.
Bang... Tie Er felt a pain in his head. When he looked back, he saw Ye An continuing to lie on the big bluestone and staring at him dissatisfied: "You are not a Taoist priest, why are you looking at this? Keep fanning, stop mouthing, Don’t stop your hands..."
Tie Er looked at Ye An with dissatisfaction: "You can't just watch the old god's spells at will. This is a great blessing! You are also a disciple of the old god after all. There is no harm in learning more. Most people can't see it! "
Ye An curled his lips: "Your young master, I want to follow the literary path, so naturally it is not convenient for me to deal with magic and the like."
"A Taoist priest who doesn't know magic is still called a Taoist priest?"
Ye An looked at the Luo Shang on his body and was stunned for a moment, then said: "You are right, this actually reminds me of a story."
"What story?!" Tie Er squatted beside Ye An like a curious baby, fanning himself vigorously. What he originally liked most was to listen to the village chief who was like an old dead tree telling stories...
"Once upon a time, there was a rich man and a poor scholar drinking together. After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, the rich man said to the poor scholar: Why don't you just shut up and relax in your free time? The poor scholar said on a whim: Very good, I have already seen it. Bring an inkstone to your home!"
"What is Duan Inkstone?"
"Expensive inkstones, commonly used in literati's homes... Anyway, they are very expensive... they can be worth ten thousand coins!"
"Scared? Is it an inkstone made of gold? It's worth ten thousand dollars?!"
Seeing Ye An's dissatisfied expression, Tie Er immediately shut up and continued to fan himself vigorously. This young man was not old and had a quite bad temper.
"Later, the poor scholar gave the rich man an empty birdcage. He said: "After half a year, you will definitely buy a bird and put it in it. If not, then I will lose. But if you buy a bird and put it in, it will be fine." If I win, you must hang this empty birdcage at the door." In the end, guess what? The rich man really lost an inkstone!"
"Why?!"
Tie Er's cry of "distressed" made Ye An's ears numb. He glared at him and said, "Because every day someone sees an empty birdcage hanging in a rich man's house. Every time he sees him, he will ask when the bird is." He ran away. He could bear it once or twice, but what if someone asked him every day? How should you explain it? "
Tie Er nodded as if he understood, and then said uncomfortably: "Because of this bird cage, I just gave up a Duan Inkstone worth ten guan. It's not worth it."
Ye An smiled and said: "Although this Duan Inkstone is valuable, it's hard to buy leisure with money! Just like me, I wear the purple clothes of Mr. Guanmiao and inherit his mantle, but I don't know any skills. Fa, do you think you are troubled?"
Tie Er was stunned for a moment. He couldn't think of any connection between the two things, but that didn't mean that others didn't know.
Wang Hao turned out of nowhere and sighed: "My little friend, at such an age, can know the wisdom of the world. It's so precise! It's rare! It's rare!"
"Young man, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for Mr. Wang to eavesdrop like this!"
Wang Hao saw that Ye An was still lying comfortably on the big bluestone, and he was not angry but smiled slightly and said: "How can the wind blowing into the ears be considered stealing? Since Brother Ye compares himself to that rich man, why not Studying Dharma with Mr. Guanmiao? This is a great blessing, something you can only meet but cannot ask for!"
Ye An glanced at Wang Hao, then pulled Tie Er and whispered in his ear: "You see, this bad old man is very bad! He plans to destroy my literary education, so be careful with him in the future and never offend him!"
Wang Hao didn't know what Ye An and Tie Er said, but the look in the eyes of the naive servant changed when he looked at him. It was obvious that he didn't say anything nice.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your support. It's a pity that I have no spirit in my heart and I can't learn such a superb and mysterious technique. It's better to stay away from him, lest I ruin my literary heart and lose the face of my ancestors."
Ye An's words were so accurate that even Wang Hao couldn't refute him. He clearly told him that he wanted to move forward in the path of literature.
"In this case, I wonder why my little friend worships Mr. Guanmiao?"
This is where Wang Hao is a "chicken thief". Since you insist on pursuing the path of literature, why do you want to worship Xuanchengzi as your teacher? Anyone with a discerning eye can see that you are borrowing Xuanchengzi's name to justify yourself.
How shameless it is to pave the way for literature without actually intending to become someone’s teacher!
Wang Hao originally thought that such words would immediately irritate Ye An and make him feel ashamed and angry, but Ye An didn't take it seriously and turned over leisurely on the Daqingshi Mountain: "Nothing else, it's a chance! It's not that I became a disciple of Mr. Guanmiao, but
The opportunity is like this. If you don’t believe Wang Daguan, you can ask Mr. Guanmiao to find out!"
The corners of Wang Hao's eyes twitched. This boy seemed to be a well-educated and reasonable young man, but when the words came out of his mouth, there was no trace of righteousness. Instead, he was teasing.
Last night, Madam mentioned the matter of Yingniang. She liked this young man, but she strongly opposed it because of his identity. The mother and daughter were angry with themselves over this matter. They wanted to let him know what they would do next today, but they didn't.
I thought this young man was so smart and articulate.
My original intention was to remind him that he should recognize his identity and choose a future that is more suitable for him. Unexpectedly, this kid didn't appreciate it.
Wang Hao saw that Ye An was unwilling to talk to him, and he couldn't help but feel angry for a moment. Many people were respectful after learning his identity, and even the important officials in the court regarded him as an honored guest.
I never thought that after living in the countryside for a long time, I would be ignored by a boy!
"Young people should keep their feet on the ground, and don't imitate the people in the market who deceive the world and steal their reputation! How can Mr. Guanmiao's name be a stepping stone? Even if you enter the literary world through this, it will be looked down upon!"
Ye An, who was lying on the big bluestone, suddenly turned around and committed murder. Wang Hao pushed himself into a moral corner with just one sentence. If word spread, he would never be able to worship a great Confucian as his teacher in the Song Dynasty.
"There's no way to repay kindness with hatred! Mr. Wang, please let me go and don't send you away!"
Wang Hao was furious: "No matter how good that noodle is, I paid for it with my money, so what if I don't allow you to return it!"
Ye An looked at Wang Hao in surprise, staring at him until he was scared, and then slowly said: "Business is naturally a matter of willingness to fight, and no matter how bastard I am, I don't dare to break the contract. But you really didn't treat Ying Niang
Take me seriously! Or do you mean you don’t take me seriously? How can you easily forget the grace of saving your life?”
"That's nonsense. Half of the entire Wang family can prove your innocence of my mother-in-law, but I want to thank you?! I think you owe me the Wang family!"
Ye An's eyes flashed, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a smile: "That's rude! Farewell!"
Ye An touched the contract in his arms, then stood up from the big bluestone and walked straight to the outer courtyard. Tie Er smiled and saluted Wang Hao with his crossed hands, and trotted to catch up with Ye An, shouting: "Little Prince"
Wait!"
The old cow borrowed from Guanyi strolled leisurely on the road. It didn't care about the scorching sun or whether the young man in the car was angry. It swept away annoying mosquitoes with its tail.
"Xiao Langjun, do we really want to leave? The old god is still in Zhuangzi, where are we going?"
“Go to Yangcheng County!”
"Yangcheng County? What are you doing there?"
Tie Er was a little confused. Didn't Mr. Guanmiao and Ye An come from Yangcheng County before? How could they go back again?
Ye An didn't answer, but he knew in his heart that it was impossible not to leave. If someone wanted to regret it and return it, it wouldn't be possible! It wouldn't be possible to fall out!