The Almighty God starts from the NPC in the crying secret room

Chapter 43
Lvyetang Kaizhan Wuhua,
Passers-by pointed to the public.

Make peaches and plums all over the world,
Why use more flowers in front of the hall.

——Lvyetang, Fenghe Linggong, planted flowers.

Zhang Wenling sent Wu Ming the address before, so Wu Ming knew that the farmyard where Zhang Wenling lived was called "Lvye Tang".

The term "Ling Gong" was used to honor Zhongshu Ling in ancient times, and later it could also be used to honor elders.

The last character of Zhang Wenling's name is "Ling", so "Ling Gong" is also suitable here.

As for peaches and plums everywhere, Zhang Wenling did teach many students.

These students are like stars in the sky, scattered in Zhongzhou, and even all over the world, and they all have their own achievements.

After reading this poem, the old man turned around and left with a cold snort.

Wu Ming also didn't know why the old man was suddenly angry, let alone whether his poem could make the old man value it.

Fortunately, the old man didn't make him wait for too long. About 2 minutes later, the old man came back with a delicate wooden box.

"This is a set of the Four Treasures of the Study. I won't talk about the price. Anyway, it's better than most of the products in the surrounding stores."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the poem on the rice paper again, and after a while he asked again: "Is the character you copied Wang Yanqing?"

"Yes. I have only copied Wang Lao's handwriting so far, and the writing is the most familiar." Wu Ming replied honestly.

"The shape has been copied, but the artistic conception is still lacking, but it is not bad to be able to copy to this level.

It can be seen that your talent is still good. If you have a teacher to teach you, your achievements in calligraphy will be even higher. "

The old man said his suggestion, and at the same time looked at Wu Ming, there seemed to be some kind of expectation in his eyes.

But Wu Ming didn't notice, he said after taking the wooden box with both hands: "Old man, thank you very much for your suggestion,
However, I am only slightly interested in calligraphy. If I invite a teacher, I am afraid that the teacher will be angry, so let's forget it. "

Hearing Wu Ming's answer, the old man snorted coldly and said, "In that case, after you get the things, go away!"

"Oh... good. Thanks old sir."

Seeing that the old man was a little angry, Wu Ming didn't stay put down.

After bowing slightly to the old man to express his thanks, he returned to the hotel where he was staying with the wooden box in his arms.

Watching Wu Ming walk out of Yanmo Pavilion, the old man muttered to himself: "Why is that old man so lucky?

You can always meet outstanding young people, peaches and plums are everywhere... Huh!It's okay for others, but this young man is very talented,

Absolutely not just cheap that old one! "

After saying this, the old man picked up the rice paper on which the poem was written and walked directly into the door behind the counter.

A moment later, the boss of Yanmo Pavilion walked out from behind the door while nodding and bowing.

After watching the old man leave, he couldn't help wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

Xin said that the pressure when getting along with the boss is really not ordinary.

On the other hand, after Wu Ming returned to the hotel where he was staying, he sent a private message to Zhang Wenling saying that he would visit tomorrow.

According to the etiquette, it should be sent to the greeting card first.

After getting the host's response and the time set, Wu Ming went to the appointment on time with a gift.

But Wu Ming is not going to do serious things, and Zhang Wenling also said that there is no need to engage in these red tapes.

Therefore, after the two of them made an appointment, it was considered that they had made a decision on the visit.

Open the wooden box, and the Four Treasures of the Study neatly visited inside can be seen to be of great value just by looking at it.

There is no barcode on this thing, so the specific price cannot be scanned.

But it is certain that it is better than any pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Wu Ming has come into contact with in his life.

After writing the poem, Wu Ming waited for the ink to dry naturally, then carefully rolled it up and put it in the long box prepared in advance.

Early the next morning, Wu Ming took a taxi to the destination.

Zhang Wenling lives in a small farmyard. The stone-built exterior wall looks patchwork and has a unique aesthetic feeling.

In the land enclosed by the fence, in addition to some ornamental flowers, there are also vegetables.

Whether it is flowers or vegetables, they all look very juicy, and they are obviously taken care of every day.

He stepped forward and gently knocked the golden knocker on the mahogany door. After a while, the wooden door was slowly opened.

It was an old lady who came to open the door, dressed in plain clothes, looking very lifelike.

But her temperament is full of intelligence, which cannot be acquired after reading a few books.

"Hello, mother-in-law. My name is Wu Ming."

After Wu Ming finished introducing himself, the old woman smiled and said, "I know you, I have made an appointment with the old man and the young man,
I have also read your poems, they are very good, you are really young and promising! "

This old woman is Zhang Wenling's wife, named Ouyang Juan, who is also a retired professor.

The two have supported each other for decades, and their relationship has never declined.

"Mother-in-law, you are absurd, but it's just luck." Wu Ming said modestly.

He was the one who brought the poem here, and he was really embarrassed to be praised like this.

In Ouyang Juan's eyes, his performance was neither arrogant nor impetuous, which made her first impression of Wu Ming even better.

"It's good to be humble, but it's not good to be too modest. Come with me, and I'll take you to see the old man." Ouyang Juan said with a smile.

"Yes. Thank you, mother-in-law."

Under the leadership of Ouyang Juan, Wu Ming walked through the front yard to the place where Zhang Wenling usually receives guests.

When he walked into the reception room, he found that Zhang Wenling was playing Go with another old man.

And the other party was the old man I met in Yanmo Pavilion yesterday.

"Professor Zhang, old sir." As a junior, Wu Ming naturally wanted to call someone first.

Zhang Wenling glanced at Wu Ming, then at Ouyang Juan, seeing Ouyang Juan smiling, he also smiled.

They have been husband and wife for so many years, just by looking at Ouyang Juan's expression, he can be sure that Wu Ming's first impression is good.

This can at least prove that Wu Ming should still be good in terms of character and heart.

The reason why he asked Wu Ming to come over was because he loved talents.

I want to see Wu Ming with my own eyes, and see what kind of young man Wu Ming is through contact.

If Wu Ming's personality is impetuous but his nature is not bad, Zhang Wenling wouldn't mind being a teacher again to bring Wu Ming back to the right path.

If Wu Ming is really hopeless, he won't waste time, and after meeting today, there will be no more interaction.

Judging from the current situation, Wu Ming should still be regarded as a young man worth cultivating.

"Xiao Wu, you are here! Sit down." Zhang Wenling said with a smile.

When exchanging private messages, Wu Ming had already told him his name.

"Thank you, Professor Zhang."

After Wu Ming sat down on the chair, he immediately took out the long box and said, "Professor Zhang, I don't know what you like,
In the end, I can only write a poem to express my heart, I hope you like it. "

"New poetry? Then I'll have a good look at it." Zhang Wenling took the long box with a smile.

If Wu Ming took out ordinary gifts like tea and wine, he would just accept them and put them aside.

Because he had received too many of these gifts, and he couldn't arouse his interest at all.

But he is particularly interested in poetry, especially if it is written by Wu Ming.

Whether Wu Ming wrote that poem because of a flash in the pan, or because of his extraordinary talent, this poem can give him a certain answer.

But before Zhang Wenling opened the box, the old man beside him also took out a wooden box.

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