The three of them ate and drank for half an hour, their faces flushed red from drinking.
Li Changan usually doesn't drink, but today he was under a lot of stress and was not in the mood, so he didn't take it into consideration.
"Gu Jiaoyu, I would like to toast this glass of wine..."
Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Zhang Fugui, "Why do you not care about the teachings? That's what you shouted in front of outsiders."
Zhang Fugui's eyes turned red from drinking. He put his hand on the table and said to Gu Weidao, "Lao Gu, this is a good young man. Don't you want to accept him as your disciple?"
"If you don't want to accept it, I know some people here. It's hard to say about their literary skills, but there is absolutely no problem with their martial arts."
Gu Weidao shook his head while leaning on the wine gourd.
"You, Mr. Zhang Mang, I don't accept him as a disciple for his own good. My status is not suitable. I have to wait until he becomes a student of the county school so that I can teach him as an instructor."
"Don't cause trouble anymore. The human race is now dominated by the martial arts. No matter how strong the martial arts is, how strong can it be? How many third-grade martial arts men are there today?"
Zhang Fugui was unconvinced and opened his palms, his tongue became enlarged.
"What's wrong with the warrior? As long as the warrior is close to him, the warriors of the same level are invincible. Besides, the third level is a natural chasm. Even if a martial artist wants to reach the third level, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky."
"Do you know a hammer? It's as difficult for others to climb to the third rank as it is to climb to the sky, but for Chang'an, as long as you don't die on the way, climbing to the third rank is not that difficult." Gu Weidao held the wine gourd and took a big sip.
"If you have a literary instrument, you can be called a scribe. Below the third rank, a martial artist is as good as a scribe. But above the third rank, a scribe still has a way to reach the Holy Heaven, while a martial artist's road has been cut off."
"You have been on the northern battlefield for so many years and you still don't understand? One scribe is worth ten warriors!"
Li Changan, who was holding the wine glass, was stunned and blinked. Why did these two people start to quarrel before he finished speaking?
Why don't you let me drink the wine first? It's very tiring to hold the wine glass like this.
"that……"
Just as Li Changan opened his mouth, Zhang Fugui stopped him again, "Chang'an, please leave it alone."
"Old man Gu, I'm not telling you, you're just too rigid, and I didn't let you gather your relatives and friends, hold a banquet, tell the world, and recruit disciples privately, do you understand?"
Zhang Fugui wiped off his beard and said, "Chang'an is suitable for literary pursuits, I admit that, so I don't want him to waste his time."
"The sooner you can get guidance, the sooner you can embark on the literary path. Having a literary career and not having a literary career are completely different things."
Li Changan shook his head, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. He twitched his lips and said, "Boss Zhang..."
"Why are you still calling me Boss Zhang?" Zhang Fugui quit, "After drinking this drink, you and I are brothers. I'm older than you, so you can call me brother!"
Li Changan looked confused.
Gu Weidao interrupted, "It's not appropriate to call me brother. You can be a father at your age."
"Then call me uncle." Zhang Fugui's chest was slapped loudly. Li Changan's liver and gallbladder trembled at the sight, for fear that Zhang Fei would smash his chest into pieces.
"Lao Gu, what do you think?"
Gu Weidao was also in a half-drunk and half-awake state at this time. "It's okay. Although it's against etiquette to accept disciples in private, it's still a good idea."
Li Changan was still in a state of confusion at this time, and his head was dizzy. He only heard the two people arguing for a while, and he was stunned that he had an extra uncle and found a master for himself.
Zhang Fugui patted the table, "Chang'an, don't be stunned, hurry up and make a toast. After three glasses of wine, you will have a master in the future. This is not the relationship between a teacher and a student in a county school."
Li Changan's mind was already shutting down and he was barely thinking. After listening to Zhang Fugui's words, he raised his glass and said, "Master, my disciple Li Changan proposes a toast to you."
Gu Weidao straightened his back and sat upright, watching Li Changan drink three cups in a row, then kneeling on the ground and bowing three times, and then helped Li Changan up.
"Today's apprenticeship is just...that's all. I hope I won't hurt you. From now on, just like the students in the county school, you can call me teacher."
"Yes, Master." Li Changan nodded. After three glasses of wine, the smell of alcohol hit his forehead. After sitting down again, he quickly took two bites of beef.
I couldn't pick up the fish balls that were still rolling in the hot pot, so I had to give up.
Zhang Fugui laughed when he saw it, "Chang'an, you don't have a good capacity for drinking. You only drank so much and you're so drunk?"
Li Changan shook his head, eyes half-opened and half-closed, "I can't help it, I'm really no match for Uncle Zhang and Master."
Today has been a lot over the limit. Li Changan is not drunk now, and his wine quality is amazing.
"Today is a special day." Gu Weidao picked up a fish ball and put it into the bowl in front of Li Chang'an, "How about we have a drinking party to spice things up. Chang'an, you have a talent for poetry, how about starting with you?"
Zhang Fugui curled his lips when he heard this, "Drinking order? That's a thing for you literati. We martial artists like to fight and fall, so we can't talk about it."
"I didn't ask you to recite poems and compose poems, so what are you tinkering around with?" Gu Weidao smacked his lips.
Li Changan clasped his fists and said, "Master has a destiny. I dare not refuse. Let me think about it."
As he spoke, Li Changan lowered his head, thinking that he should recite a poem or two.
But I don’t know why, my mind is empty. I guess I drank too much, and my spirit is a little bit wrong, so I can’t even come up with a single word.
This shouldn't be the case.
Li Changan thought for a while and patted his forehead.
That's not right. Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine, but I am familiar with 300 Tang poems. Why can't I spit out even a single word after drinking?
Zhang Fugui was amused and patted Li Changan on the shoulder.
"Forget it Chang'an, Old Man Gu did this on purpose, and you can't drink. It's already rare to be able to sit here now. After drinking this drink, I'll take you back."
Li Changan became stubborn and said, "Uncle Zhang, don't worry, I'm sure... I can figure it out."
Zhang Fugui couldn't stop laughing, and Gu Weidao, who was holding a wine gourd, couldn't help laughing.
Li Changan usually has a lot of clever ideas, never messes up when encountering problems, and always looks confident.
But today, it was the first time they met.
interesting.
This is what young people should look like.
Li Changan was in a state of confusion. After thinking about it, he slapped his thigh suddenly and said, "I know, it must be that I didn't drink enough wine. I only had half a bottle of wine."
As he spoke, he picked up the wine bottle and drank a full mouthful, then swallowed it in a daze.
"Ah... so happy!" Li Changan stuck out his tongue, and everything from his throat to his stomach was burning.
The smell of alcohol became heavier and he was top-heavy. Li Changan wanted to stand up, but his feet gave way and he knocked over the wine jar on the table.
The wine slurry flowed down.
Li Changan lowered his head under the table and stared blankly, like a silly roe deer.
"Okay, okay, Chang'an is already drunk. Send him back quickly." Zhang Fugui laughed loudly, "You have a day like this, too."
Gu Weidao also couldn't laugh or cry. The drunk Li Changan looked like a child.
The two were about to pull Li Changan up, but Li Changan fell to the ground with a thud, laughing as he watched the wine on the table keep falling around him.
On the suet-fat jade book in my mind, a thick ink brush seemed to appear and fall heavily.
Every stroke, every word seems to be opening up the world, completely breaking up the darkness full of cracks in my mind bit by bit.
Li Changan looked at the words on the mutton-fat jade book and said loudly,
"Don't you see... the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky... rushes to the sea... never to return."
As soon as this sentence came out, it was like thunder in the void.
Zhang Fugui's body stiffened, his outstretched hand hanging in the air, motionless.
Gu Weidao sat down on the stool, his eyes widened and his breathing was as heavy as an ox.
"Don't you see... Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair... The morning is like blue silk... the evening is like snow..."
In the second sentence, a gap was cut into the darkness in my mind, and a large amount of brilliance rumbled down like a waterfall.
The vertical monument formed by the gathering of white mist greedily devoured the brilliance and gradually became solid.
"If you are proud of your life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden bottle... empty to face... the moon."
There was a loud "bang" in the lobby, and on Li Changan, streams of light that were so rich that they seemed to be real, flowing on the ground like fine wine.
Gu Weidao was trembling all over, and his eyes were staring at Li Changan. After seeing the brilliance slowly spreading out on the ground, he suddenly woke up and quickly reached out his hand to hold Li Changan's chest.
Behind him, a dim golden light rose. These golden lights were broken into pieces, but they still stubbornly gathered together to form a dark golden document that was not full of cracks.
Zhang Fugui finally came to his senses, stood up hastily, opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word, only a look of shock on his face.
Gu Weidao groaned, and 20% of the already broken dark golden document exploded into powder in an instant, turning into a rain of light that filled the sky, covering Li Changan and the brilliance that escaped from Li Changan.
At this time, Li Changan fell into a mysterious and mysterious situation. He could not see with his eyes or hear with his ears. All he could think of was the thick ink characters that appeared one after another on the mutton-fat jade book.
"I am born... my talents will be useful, and all my money will be spent... I will come back again."
In the fourth sentence, it is as if the sky is falling and the earth is falling, the darkness in the mind is completely cut off, and the endless soft light is like the Yellow River rolling down in the sky.
The vertical monument formed by the white mist is becoming more and more solid, the corner patterns are taking shape little by little, and mysterious lines are also appearing on the vertical monument. You will fall into it at a glance.
Li Changan was bleeding from all his orifices, and finally couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.
Gu Jiaoyu groaned again, and his seven orifices were also bleeding. The golden lines were directly blown into half, and he surrounded Li Changan to prevent any of the brilliance from leaking out.
At the same time, in Linxian Zuixiang Pavilion, Annan Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, and the sacred compass in front of him burst out with intense light.
An Nanzhi's eyes were as hot as fire, but the ice aura on his body was as strong as the cold winter in the twelfth lunar month.
"Xiantian Wenlu!"
Before she finished speaking, Annan Zhi rushed out of Zuixiang Pavilion and headed towards the direction guided by the holy compass.