Cultivation, friendship with the tribe, this kind of life lasted for three years, but the original owner has not done anything for a long time.

At this time, Zhang Tianba was already four years old. As the bell rang, Zhang Tianba swaggered into the courtyard of Zhang's family.

"Zhang Dabaa, are you going to return the Misty Rain Building?" Zhang Zhengxin asked.

"No, second uncle. I heard that the Ji family gave birth to a son, and my father said to take me to see it." Zhang Tianba turned his head, "There is more! Second uncle, my name is Zhang Tianba, not Zhang Tianba. Daba!"

The angrier Zhang Tianba's small appearance was, the more excited Zhang Zhengxin was. He didn't tease the child much when he was young, but he couldn't tease him when he grew up.

"Second uncle, you have to remember, if the bell on my hand falls off, then you have to find me back!" Zhang Tianba shook the bell on his wrist.

"Second uncle knows, but who is going to snatch your body?" Zhang Zhengxin laughed.

Three years ago, he was shocked when he heard this boy talk about it for the first time, but he told his eldest brother and sister-in-law about it, and then carefully inspected Tianba's soul consciousness sea, but found nothing.

But he knew that if there was no such thing, the little nephew wouldn't always talk about it, and he couldn't help but care about it.

"Okay, I'm leaving, Second Uncle."

Zhang Tianba turned his head and went out with Zhang Erhe. After getting along with Zhang Erhe for the past few years, he still didn't know his mother's name. People from the upper world.

Whether it was the middle three days or the last three days, no one knew.

"Let's go to Ji's house." Zhang Erhe led Zhang Tianba to walk outside Zhang's house.

"Come back soon!" the woman shouted behind her.

"Yes." Both father and son nodded in unison.

Zhang Tianba has only discovered the difficulty of cultivation until now. Practicing when the sea of ​​qi is not fully formed is like fetching water with a bamboo basket. No matter how hard you practice, your cultivation will slowly dissipate.

The three years of practice were not even as good as the previous three months. It took three years to barely reach the ninth level of the First Realm, and he still couldn't make it through that last step.

The reason why Zhang Erhe took Zhang Tianba to the Ji family was because the Zhang family also needed allies, and the whole city could not always be an enemy.

"Son, go in later, don't make trouble, you know?" Zhang Erhe reminded, but after thinking about it, his son seemed to be quite relieved, and never cried or made trouble.

"know."

The two walked into Ji's house.

"Brother Ji!"

"Brother Zhang, please come in!"

The Patriarch of the Ji family took the gift from Zhang Tianba, and then welcomed the two into the house. They came to the living room, where there were already many people.

"Has your baby been named?" Zhang Erhe asked.

"I'm dissatisfied with Brother Zhang, I've already woken up, the dog's name is Ji Boyuan." The head of the Ji family replied.

Ji Boyuan?Isn't this the original owner's younger brother who later became Lin Feng's younger brother?It's just that he was stabbed in the back by Zhang Qing.

No, I have to trick him, this kind of rebellious guy.

"The name is pretty good..." Zhang Erhe was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhang Tianba, "This name sounds nice, but I'm afraid it's a hit with this younger brother."

Hit against each other?

When everyone in the Ji family heard this, their expressions were not very good. It was a joyous day, but suddenly this little doll said such a sentence, anyone would have a bad expression.

"Children are ignorant, don't blame Brother Ji!" Zhang Erhe quickly covered Zhang Tianba's mouth, didn't he tell this kid not to make trouble, why is he still making trouble?

"What do you know, little kid?" The Patriarch of the Ji family also smiled slightly, not caring about it.

Zhang Tianba broke free from Zhang Erhe's shackles, and said:

"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles.

If the wind breaks down, it will still be able to shake the water.

When the world sees my constant special tone, they all sneer when they hear what I say.

Xuan's father is still afraid of future generations, but his husband is not young. "

After reciting a poem, Zhang Tianba turned his head to look at the infant Ji Boyuan and said, "I will give this poem to this younger brother!"

"One day the big roc rises with the same wind, soaring up to ninety thousand miles." The Patriarch of the Ji family murmured.

This poem is quite good, it can be regarded as a surprise of talent, but how could it come from the mouth of a child.

Xuan's father can still be afraid of future generations, and his husband should not be young.I'm afraid this sentence is mocking us. I thought it was a rumor that the young master of the Zhang family was born smart, but it turned out to be a fact.

Seeing the appearance of the head of the Ji family, Zhang Tianba probably knew that the other party had taken the bait, Zhang Tianba said to himself, "Don't blame the poet, I will borrow this poem for use."

When Li Bai visited Li Yong in Yuzhou, Li Yong was displeased because he didn't stick to common etiquette and talked about kings and hegemony.It is said in history that Li Yong was "quite self-confident", he had a good name for himself, and his attitude towards young people was quite reserved.Li Bai was dissatisfied with this, and wrote this poem "Shang Li Yong" with a rather blunt attitude at the time of parting to show his respect.

In the first four sentences, Li Bai compares himself with Dapeng, and the last four sentences are the answer to Li Yong's negligent attitude.

Now Zhang Tianba uses this poem, although he is still young, but it couldn't be better.

Zhang Erhe was also thinking about Zhang Tianba's poems at this time, no one in his family must have taught Zhang Tianba these things.

"This poem is for my son, what is the name of this poem?" Patriarch Ji saw Zhang Tianba and asked, at this time he did not dare to underestimate the four-year-old child in front of him.

"Name?" Zhang Tianba frowned, he couldn't say that this poem was called "Shang Li Yong", right?Now it has nothing to do with Li Yong.

Dapeng Fu?No, Li Bai has another Fu with this name.

Pengniao Fu?This doesn't seem to work either. Jia Yi in the Han Dynasty had a gift of this name.

It's not that I'm afraid that there will be a poet with the same name in another world, but I'm afraid that if I pretend to be crazy now, it will be embarrassing to pretend to be repeated in the future.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Tianba said:

"This poem has no name."

"No name? How could it be no name?" The Patriarch of the Ji family asked in confusion.

It seems that this kid is still angry, yes, how can a child not be angry?

"Son, just tell Uncle Ji." Zhang Erhe put his hands on Zhang Tianba.

While speaking, someone had already written down Zhang Tianba's poem in its entirety. He picked up the poem and sighed secretly: "It's true that age can't cover talent!"

Dapeng will one day fly with the wind, and rely on the wind to go straight to the sky.If the wind stops and the roc flies downward, it can still lift up the water in the river and sea.The world sees me always singing high-profile, and hears my rhetoric, and they all sneer.

The Confucian patriarch also said, "Young people are to be feared, but how do you know what is coming?" A man should not despise young people.

Everyone passed the poem one by one, and they couldn't stop their admiration.

Mrs. Ji, who was holding the baby in her arms, took the poem. Just one glance at the poem made her believe what Zhang Tianba said.

"It's called Zhang Tianba, right? What you said just now is true?" Mrs. Ji asked with a smile.

Zhang Tianba looked at Mrs. Ji's family, and said: "Yes, if you don't use the name Ji Boyuan, you are actually in conflict with this little brother."

"Then tell me, what should my son's name be changed?"

"If you want to break the obstacle of his hit, you should take the surname as a double name, and take a single word "Bo" in Boyuan." Zhang Tianba said, his face did not change, but he started to laugh in his heart.

"Ji Ji Bo!" Everyone said at the same time.

"Yes." Zhang Tianba nodded.

"Why?" Mrs. Ji continued to ask.

"It's based on the way of heaven, and it's based on the destiny of heaven!" Zhang Tianba continued.

"Ji is based on the way of heaven, and knowledge is based on the destiny of heaven! Alright, let's change the name to Ji Bo!" The Patriarch of the Ji family said, he knew that the name of his son would be famous far and wide with this poem.

In a cheerful atmosphere, everyone talked until sunset.

And Zhang's father and son are also preparing to go home.

"Brother Zhang, and Xiao Tianba, I won't keep you guys for dinner today! Poor hospitality!"

"It's okay! I'll pay homage to accountant brother again in the future!" Zhang Erhe took his son and left the Ji family. Today, he was praised for his good teaching, and he was in a good mood.

On the way back to Zhang's house, Zhang Erhe said:

"Son, does that really mean what you said?"

Considered in the way of heaven, and learned in the destiny of heaven, this name sounds so majestic!

"Of course! Oh, Ji Jibo, you are a hero in a fairy tale! Oh, Ji Jibo, your blood is flowing in your heart!..." Zhang Tianba sang and ran towards the Zhang family, his face full of joy , and the little pig in the red leather jacket is in his mind.

"Son, run slowly, don't fall!"

"Father, can't I change my name?" Zhang Tianba turned around and asked.

"I don't care what I say, tell your mother!" Zhang Erhe hugged Zhang Tianba.

"I've said it before, but my mother won't agree!"

"Then don't change it! This name is very good!"

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