The master Wu Meiniang said did indeed have an immortal and Taoist appearance, wearing a Taoist robe, and the snow-white beard on his chin was as long as a dragon's beard, but the only thing she was curious about was this master. , to say it without humility, it can be called a childlike appearance.
Logically speaking, judging from his beard and hair, he must be a hundred years old, but from his wrinkle-free face, you can still feel that this man was definitely a wonderfully handsome man when he was young.
"Master, this is Meng Xinghe who the prince wants to introduce on his behalf,"
Even Wu Meiniang was extremely humble in front of this person. She first introduced Meng Xinghe to the master as the prince's recommendation, and then added: "Master Meng is now the Holy King of the Taiping Sect."
The white-haired master said "Oh", and while looking Meng Xinghe up and down, his face did not conceal his dissatisfaction with this person.
That's all, since it was Li Chengqian who found him and was chosen by that guy, I should give him some face.
The master coughed twice and sat on his exclusive chair. The chair was covered with a cushion made of white tiger skin and looked very comfortable.
"I know, you must be thinking now, who am I, this old immortal, right?"
Unexpectedly, Master's first words caught Meng Xinghe off guard.
However, I have to admit that this old man is really good at reading minds. What Meng Xinghe is thinking about right now is who is this old immortal in front of him. He can actually hide in Wenqu Hall, and looking at him, he seems to be the leader here.
Meng Xinghe was not afraid of others seeing through his thoughts. Since he had exposed it, he did not hide it and said: "The old gentleman has been in the Wenqu Palace for many years. He must be a senior member of the court. He is just a shallow student and does not know the old gentleman's name."
"The surname is Kong, and there is only one remaining character in the name."
"Damn, Kong Sheng, why didn't you say you were a Martial Saint?" Meng Xinghe didn't say anything, but in his heart he scolded that damn old man several times. He never knew what Kong Sheng or Kong Negative was.
However, the old gentleman explained for him and said: "The ancestor is Confucius."
Meng Xinghe suddenly realized that he was a direct descendant of Confucius. No wonder he was so arrogant and claimed to be his master. Even if your ancestor Confucius were here, he would humbly say, "Three of us are walking together. I am free to be my master. The world has really changed. This man" I don’t know how to pronounce modesty anymore.
Hearing Kong Shen say that he was the descendant of Confucius, it was not uncommon for Meng Xinghe in his previous life to regard certain saints as ancestors to gain fame, so he said "Oh" in a desperate tone, which was completely indifferent. This old man.
He doesn't take academic exams or petition the king to get rewarded life, so he, Mr. Meng, doesn't need to care about those reputations.
There are many arrogant young people, but I have never seen a young man who can still be arrogant after entering Wenqu Hall. Kong Sheng has lived in seclusion in Wenqu Hall these years. Every time he meets people from outside, this is the first time he has encountered such a person. Rude guy.
He snorted coldly and did not let Meng Xinghe sit down. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to do anything to Meng Xinghe.
This damn old man actually made a big deal out of me.
You don't offend me. I can't ask for more. Anyway, I'm just here today to deal with Li Chengqian. There is no need to do anything important. That Kong Sheng didn't offend him. Lord Meng simply waved his sleeves and said, "I'm taking my leave. The old gentleman calmed down slowly,"
Kong Sheng didn't reply, wondering if this man could really leave. If so, he would send out the order now so that from now on, scholars all over the world would criticize people like Meng Xinghe who do not respect teachers and Taoism with words or articles. Object.
Meng Xinghe didn't think too much. He came and left very simply.
It wasn't until he had completely stepped out of the Wenqu Hall and walked down the steps that the master who had closed his eyes and meditated finally couldn't help it anymore and said: "Your work has not been completed yet, haven't you Do you just want to leave?"
"It's my business," Meng Xinghe said with a sneer in his voice: "Am I here just to see how you, an old immortal, spend your time in Wenqu Palace? I'm sorry, I don't have time. The money I earn now is calculated on a quarter-hour basis. , I'm afraid you can't bear the responsibility, "You old man, I'll give you three points of color, and you even open a dyeing shop.
Kong Shan's mouth twitched. It was obviously hard for him to imagine that a dignified number one scholar, who should be noble at heart, could have his head filled with worldly things outside his body.
He now felt that being with Meng Xinghe would destroy the cultivation he had been repairing for many years. He took out a sign from his waist and handed it to Wu Meiniang, saying: "You can lead him to see the second old monster. I don’t want to say another word to this person,”
Wu Meiniang was secretly happy. Meng Xinghe didn't understand the reason, but she fully understood that although Meng Xinghe had come to the Wenqu Hall, he had to meet four masters, and then they would decide whether to give him the arduous task. task.
"Let's go, we don't have to stay here now," Wu Meiniang laughed and said to the master, "Thank you, master,"
"No need to thank me, wait until he passes the next three levels," Kong Sheng didn't even bother to muster the energy to speak. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in front of everyone.
At this moment, Wu Meiniang ran out and took Meng Xinghe's hand. Seeing that some monks were confused, she smiled and said: "We have passed the first level of assessment. Next, we will go to the second level." ,"
"What is the first level?" Meng Xinghe scratched his head. He had no idea what Wu Meiniang was talking about.
"You are stupid. If you want to enter the top floor of Wenqu Hall, you have to pass three levels in a row. As far as I know, in the past, some geniuses wanted to go to the top floor of Wenqu Hall. However, in Master Kong Sheng's level, They were defeated and had no power to fight back, because among them, even one of the master's questions could not be answered, so they naturally had no chance to go to the second floor." Wu Meiniang was familiar with the situation here, and she could even say a lot when explaining. Be careful.
"That's it." Meng Xinghe couldn't believe his luck, but he also saw that Kong Sheng was unhappy, so he secretly gave him a middle finger and followed Wu Meiniang's footsteps towards the second floor.
"Don't make small moves against Master. You have to know that most of the officials in the Tang Dynasty came from Master's sect. Even Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling, two people who consider themselves smart in the world, were just Master back then. "The two who are not outstanding among dozens of disciples." On the way to the second floor, Wu Meiniang carefully explained to Meng Xinghe that if he offended the master, as long as the master issued an order, Meng Xinghe would offend everyone. Most of the officials in the Tang Dynasty.
Meng Xinghe really didn't expect that this damn old man was so awesome. Even Lao Du and Fang Xuanling were his disciples, and they were ordinary disciples. So where were some smart people going? Meng Xinghe felt it was necessary to know He asked about some secrets and said: "The old man still has some disciples,"
"Some of them went to live in seclusion in Nanshan and became farmers, and some of them were originally talented people in the Taiping Sect, but they died in the flames of war. Therefore, the current master has not accepted any more disciples since twenty years ago."
Meng Xinghe understood the general idea, and suddenly thought in his mind, since some of the old man's proud disciples had defected to the Taiping Sect, why did the Taiping Sect fail, and what happened to the Holy King's disappearance for no reason.
Thinking about something in their minds, the two of them walked to the second floor before they knew it.
The second floor is relatively darker than the first floor. It may be because the surrounding windows are covered with black cloth, which gives it a sinister atmosphere. Mr. Meng, who has a relatively sensitive sense of smell, even smelled a faint smell of medicinal herbs.
"Master, I have brought the person recommended by the Crown Prince," she said as she bowed to the darkest place in the hall, but Wu Meiniang quietly stood in front of Meng Xinghe.
Could it be that she wanted to block the flying knife for me?
Meng Xinghe was shocked. Before he could push Wu Meiniang away, a cough suddenly sounded in the dark hall.
"You don't have to block me. I won't use this person as a medicine introduction." The sound of coughing got closer and closer. After waiting for a while, Meng Xinghe saw a man in a uniform walking towards him through the faint light. An old man wearing black clothes and looking extremely slovenly.
The black clothes he was wearing had not been washed for who knows how long, and they exuded a musty smell, mixed with the smell of medicinal herbs. The smell was really overpowering.
When the sloppy old man walked up to him, he couldn't stand the unique smell in the air. Meng Xinghe covered his nose with both hands. However, before he could do this completely, he suddenly screamed.
"It's you, sloppy old man,"
Seeing that sloppy old man, Meng Xinghe immediately remembered that when he was in Taoyuan County, it was this freeloader in his palace who cured his wife Shi Yu who had smallpox.
Unexpectedly, this old man is actually a hidden expert in Wenqu Palace. No wonder his medical skills are so good.
"Hey, old man, you should let me pass the second level, just because of our friendship," Mr. Meng knew that he had to pass three levels before he could enter the top floor, so since he met the sloppy person he knew on the second floor, Old man, based on the friendship between the two, it is certain that he will pass the test. Hey, if the old man refuses, then I will go out and publicize that he is freeloading and ruin his reputation.
The sloppy old man seemed to have spotted Meng Xinghe's face as a mercenary businessman.
"Here, take the waist card. I've paid off all the food I owe you. This is the most expensive meal I've ever eaten in my life."
Meng Xinghe laughed sheepishly, "Why do you say that, old man? If you go to Taoyuan County again in the future, I will give you a 50% discount, or how about I make a deal for you now. From now on, whenever you come to my Meng All businesses and restaurants opened by Xinghe are free of charge."
"It's definitely not a good thing," the sloppy old man said angrily, "Just tell me, the old man won't live much longer anyway, so I want to do another business with you."
"Hey," Meng Xinghe was a little embarrassed, but finally he was not afraid of being greedy and said, "Do you, are there any Tianshan Snow Lotus here?"
"Oh, I know. Mr. Meng picked up a folk girl and brought him home a few days ago. The folk girl is not in good health. She needs Tianshan Snow Lotus to keep her alive, right?" The old man laughed maliciously, folk girl, just kidding , that is the majestic Princess Jinyang, but Tianshan Snow Lotus is so rare that even the imperial palace does not have many. Every time Princess Jinyang uses medicine, she always mixes some Tianshan Snow Lotus as a medicine primer, and adds a few rare herbs in it. He immediately refused the life-extending effect: "We can't deal with this business. I can't bring out so many Tianshan Snow Lotuses, but I can show you a clear way."
Meng Xinghe listened with all his attention. It was better to have a way than to hit the road blindly.
The sloppy old man said without reservation: "To find Tianshan snow lotus, you have to go to the bitter cold places outside the Great Wall. You may be able to find a lot by searching around. In the Central Plains, snow lotus rarely appears."
Hearing that this road was outside the Great Wall, Meng Xinghe thought to himself, wasn't he about to go outside the Great Wall? Could it be that this was really a destiny.
"Thank you," Meng Xinghe saluted, "I haven't asked the old gentleman for his name yet," he said sincerely.
"What's your name? I've forgotten it for a long time," the sloppy old man smiled lightly, "Sun Simiao,"
"Medicine King Sun Simiao," after hearing those three words, Meng Xinghe respected the sloppy old man in front of him even more. Compared to the sanctimonious Kong Shen below, this Sun Simiao should be regarded as a bodhisattva.
The test on the second level seemed a bit easy and simple. This was even beyond Wu Meiniang's expectation. She even wanted to ask Meng Xinghe why she recognized Master Yao, but when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed them immediately, because, on the third level
The entrance to the building has arrived, which means that as long as Meng Xinghe passes this level, he can enter the top floor.
The scenery on the third floor can even be said to be very different from the first and second floors. In addition to not having the staleness of the first floor and the darkness of the second floor, this third floor can simply be said to be a world full of everything.
A place where every beautiful scene can be seen.
"Here, who painted these paintings, how can they be so lifelike?" Looking at the graceful beauty of Jiangnan and Xizi on the wall, he also saw the misty clouds in Xiao Penglai, Luoyang, and even the Tianshan Mountains outside the Great Wall, the solitary smoke in the desert, and the bright moon across the sea.
, each painting is mounted on the wall, and from a distance, it seems as if you are immersed in the scene. Logically speaking, such a masterpiece should be signed with the seal of the artist, but there is no nomination for each painting.
, which is a bit puzzling.
"Why is there no one on the third floor?" Looking around the main hall on the third floor, apart from the paintings on the wall, which are priceless if taken out, the only thing that can be seen is the one placed in the middle of the main hall.
, a very large painting table, other than that, there is nothing else in the temple.
"Haha," Wu Meiniang chuckled softly: "Master likes to run up to the beam when he has nothing to do. He said that he can have a panoramic view of the whole world. How happy it is."
As she said that, Wu Meiniang raised her head, and Meng Xinghe also followed her example and immediately saw the man holding a cyan porcelain bottle and taking a nap soundly.
The man is about the age of his destiny. His hair is slightly white. The black and white color makes him look like an otherworldly immortal. His three-inch beard is extremely neatly groomed. His face is like a crown jewel. You can't tell his age either. All you know is that he has good looks.
He is the type of handsome man who makes countless girls obsessed with him.
"Master, it's time for you to wake up," Wu Meiniang called softly, but she walked over and sorted out the drawing papers scattered on the table.
The master on the beam stretched: "Girl Wu, the paintings on the table were painted by me. They are all unnecessary. You can keep them as souvenirs." As he spoke, the master had already jumped down from the beam.
, while looking around, he discovered Meng Xinghe standing in front.
"Hey, it's you," unexpectedly, the master seemed to recognize Meng Xinghe.
Meng Xinghe carefully recalled the person in front of him in his mind. His memory was originally very good. It could be said that he would never forget anyone he met, but he couldn't remember when he had met this person.
"Haha, I forgot. You don't recognize me like this. However, I remember that there was a very beautiful woman beside you." The master carefully recalled the scene that day and saw Meng Xinghe. Still confused, he laughed and said: "Then do you still remember that the wind brought the fragrance of flowers all over the ground?"
Meng Xinghe immediately replied: "The ground is covered with red fragrant flowers to send the wind. Could it be that you are just painting a dragon?" At the same time, Meng Xinghe cursed in his heart, it seems that this old man has changed his appearance when he goes out, otherwise he would be so deadly. As for his appearance, I'm afraid that a group of young ladies have killed him to death before he could even feel at ease to paint.
The middle-aged man nodded, not at all proud of this title that was so famous in the Tang Dynasty. The name Hua Longsheng was not worth as much as a glass of wine to him.
Meng Xinghe suddenly woke up and said to Wu Meiniang who was cleaning up in the distance: "Since you don't want those paintings anymore, I will take them home as a memorial."
Damn, any pair of them is priceless, don’t let it go to waste, Meng Xinghe thought shamelessly in his heart.
If it were another slightly famous Tang Dynasty painter who knew that someone was collecting his paintings to make money, he would never give that person a good look. But Hua Long Sheng was different. At the beginning, he even encouraged Meng Xinghe to exchange his paintings for a few taels. Where's the silver wine money?
"If I had known earlier that the person coming would be you, I wouldn't have had to prepare so many pens and inks for you to come out with just one stroke." Thinking of this, Hua Longsheng shook his head: "You will pass this level. Well, since the two old men below let you in, I won’t embarrass you, you can go to the top floor.”
Putting a sign on his waist into Meng Xinghe's hand, Hua Longsheng jumped up and landed on the beam like a flying swallow. He held the green wine bottle in his hand, drinking and enjoying himself. Said: "The emperor couldn't get on the boat, and he claimed that he was a wine fairy. Hehe, these two lines of poems written by you really suit my wishes."
Meng Xinghe was a little ashamed. The poems written by Li Bai had become his masterpiece in this era. However, since he had passed the third level like this, Meng Xinghe could only lament that he was very lucky. In this palace of literature and music, , met two acquaintances one after another.
He didn't know if it was a coincidence or a chance. In short, Meng Xinghe felt that the path he took was planned by someone.
Fortunately, now that the three levels have been passed, Meng Xinghe will reach the top floor next. As for who he will meet on the top, Meng Xinghe has some expectations. Perhaps, that person is someone he has known for a long time.