The reborn boy is called Xianggong! !

Fang Qingliu felt that these few days were the most unlucky days in his ups and downs in more than ten years, not one of them.

Fang Qingliu is sixteen this year, a very good age, and a wonderful life.Being born in Fang's family in Qingyang, coupled with his natural intelligence, he was indoctrinated with the seven classics and eight righteousness from childhood to adulthood, and he was full of books every day.Even if Fang Qingliu was so uninhibited and rebellious.It is also a talent that is properly regarded by others.

Tian Zongzhi had a happy and comfortable life in the first 14 years. After studying all day, he climbed trees to catch birds and went down rivers to catch fish. He was happy enough to be enviable.

If it wasn't for the high spirits at the age of 14, it would be great to come to Yunyan Academy to kick the club.After two years, Fang Qingliu finally tasted some regret.

At the age of 14, Fang Qingliu made what he felt was the first wrong decision.Under the persuasion of his grandfather, he took the provincial examination, won the exam, and was still Jieyuan.

14-year-old Xie Yuan, even if the Fang family wanted to keep a low profile, they couldn't keep a low profile.His grandfather was even more happy to ask people for advice with his stinky and stinky articles everywhere.

Asking for advice is not the purpose, the purpose is to show off. "Look, my old Fang's family has come out in large numbers, and every wave is getting higher and higher."

In fact, my grandfather didn't show off, and others praised him similarly.It's nothing more than saying that his articles are fragrant and Songyan, that his family's Zhilan Yushu, and that he will have a bright future in the future.

So Fang Qingliu didn't understand at all, what was his grandfather trying to show off?

boring!

But Fang Qingliu, who was bored, did not expect that his grandfather really recruited a stinky Taoist priest who was even more bored than him.

In the tenth year of Yuanguang, there was a thin snowfall in Qingyang in early winter.In an instant, the quiet and graceful Jiangnan also became more icy and glamorous.

Those poets and poets were naturally unwilling to be lonely, and they all wore fur furs and went to the suburbs to enjoy the snow with a stove in their hands.

At that time, Fang Qingliu was in the limelight, so he was naturally invited.

He went to Qiuwei, and the heat had not dissipated at that time.The bustling group of people stood around Linbo, and the rather chilly wind blowing on his face really woke people up.

Sobering!

I'm going to write poetry when I'm standing up.

But Fang Qingliu looked at the thin layer of ice on top of the blue waves, and the dots of white on the tree not far away could not even cover the black branches below, so he was really not interested at all.

Wow, what a fart poem Wow, such a little snow!A bunch of bumpkins.That year when he went to the capital to celebrate the New Year with his father, the goose feather-like snow covered the sky and covered the sky. It fell for two days and two nights, the sky and the earth were white, and the whole world was somewhat quiet.

There is little snow in the south of the Yangtze River. Most of them have never seen heavy snow, so he endured it.But to say this snow so ignorantly, "It's snowing all over Qingyang"?He couldn't help it.

Fang Qingliu, who couldn't help it, snorted proudly.Talk to them politely. "Speaking of writing about snow, the one that Fang read by accident is really wonderful, and I don't know who the person who wrote the poem is. That one, Fang is the one who admires it."

Fang Jieyuan said so, if everyone doesn't listen, it must be wrong.

"It's well written, and now the snow is everywhere. Brother Fang, why don't you take it out and let everyone taste it? It fits the scene and the time." The "talented scholar" who wrote "Great Snow Covers Qingyang" echoed.

The veins in Fang Qingliu's head were throbbing, he took a deep breath, and ignored the bloody idioms such as "blood stained everywhere" for the time being.Pretending to be deep and introverted, he opened his mouth leisurely.

"It snows every six out of nine days."

"Wonderful, I wrote the scene with just a few strokes." The blood-stained Sifang brother hurriedly opened his mouth, fearing that others would flatter him earlier than he did.

Everyone: "..."

"It's like a jade girl going down to Qiongyao."

"Wonderful, wonderful. This metaphor is really brilliantly used." That brother smiled kindly and appropriately.

Everyone: "..."

"One day the weather will be fine, and those who use the broom will use the broom, and those who use the shovel will use the shovel."

The brother's smile stopped abruptly.Scratching my head and scratching my head for a long time, I couldn't find any good words to praise this sentence.What can be made by street sweepers, where did it catch Fang Jieyuan's eyes?

Others are naturally puzzled.

"The snow is about to turn into water. The wind is too cold. Fang is exhausted. My dear friends, go on, go on." Fang Qingliu smiled decently, but strode away with his own servant.

Follow this group of people who only know arty, gnawing dead books.It really pissed off our young master Fang.

Furious, Young Master Fang went home and changed his clothes to write a poem on the inner wall of Qingyang city wall. "Jiangshan is a generalization, there are black holes at the mouth of the well, the body of the yellow dog is white, and the body of the white dog is swollen."

That year when his father was an official in the capital, it was the first time he saw the beautiful snow, which was even more spectacular than the clusters of catkins blown up by the wind.On the second day, he went out with great interest, only seeing the snow-covered white, and only the well where the water was drawn.Even the two watchdogs in the yard gained weight.

Fang Qingliu, who accomplished it overnight, was extremely satisfied with his work.Realistic scenery is much better than those dry words for new words.

The person who mentioned the poem above him has a real temperament.

"Little hairy boy, the imitation is not bad. It's just that the words are ugly."

Someone is talking behind your back.Fang Qingliu turned his head and saw an old Taoist priest in a shabby Taoist robe with hair like a chicken coop rubbing his face, frowning at his poems.

Fang Qingliu was furious, wow, although my handwriting is a little crazy, but it is still strong, how ugly?

Then there was a joy.Don't blame Fang Qingliu either.There are many people in Fang Qingliu's family, and there are also many people in Lu Ziye.Don't say that Fang Qingliu reads a lot of scriptures and classics, Fang Qingliu also reads a lot of martial arts novels that fight for righteousness and travel the world.

At the age of 14, although Fang Qingliu is a good reader of sage books, he is still a boy in the second stage of middle school.The more I look at it, the more I feel that this sloppy person who can read and write such realistic poems is an outsider.And he has a handsome figure and a handsome appearance.It is really like the future hero in the martial arts novel who uses the pen as the blade and can defeat others without fighting.Commonly known as the hero.

Fang Qingliu, who felt that he would become a literary star in the martial arts world and a hero among scholars, was very humble and respectful to the old Taoist priest with secret excitement.

"May I ask what your opinion is, sir?"

In less than half an hour, it spread throughout Qingyang City. "Fang Qingliu, who knew Yuan in the Fang family at the age of 14, sees through the world of mortals and wants to become a Taoist priest. Not only does he want to become a Taoist priest, but he also wants to leave Qingyang and go to the capital."

Fang Qingliu's mother-in-law, who was having tea and chatting with other officials and wives, almost fainted in his sister-in-law's arms.

After waking up, he was still busy running home, and intercepted the brat Fang Qingliu who was about to leave.

The guy was saying goodbye to his grandfather. "Grandson has already learned about Yuan. Although Qingyang is big, grandson has seen everything he should see in the past 14 years. Why don't we go to other places to win glory for grandfather and know that our Fang family has a high reputation." Simply tell his grandfather that this Qingyang is invincible all over the world, why not go to other places to provoke and challenge his grandfather to fight for face! ! !

This is so right that his grandfather smiled and waved him off.She also stuffed him with a stack of banknotes and told him to stay away.The reputation of the Fang family around Qingyang has already spread. . . . .

The old man has been an emperor's teacher and an extremely human minister all his life.Now that he has become an official, although he is old, his dream of becoming a master of the world is not old.I wish his grandson would go out and publicize his Qingyang Academy, cheat more, bah, let more scholars come to study here.His grandson is a living sign. The 14-year-old Jie Yuan is envied by everyone.

My father-in-law's attitude is useless even if Fang Qingliu's mother, Xu, cries for her father and mother.

That brat was disobedient since he was a child, and the rest of the Fang family all put on a pretentious, dignified, dignified and upright look.Which one is not Gao Shan Yang Zhi?Even those who have this lively point are solemn and humorous, and they are progressive and moderate.How does he look like him?If you don't hit Fang Jiewa for three days, or five days, he dares to climb on your head and bounce around.

The temperament and style of the Fang family, which are as deep as abyss and towering like a mountain, have never infected him at all!

Fang Qingliu's mother-in-law was in despair, with sadness in her despair, and a trace of deepness in her sadness.Xu rolled his eyes in deep thought, and this time he really fainted in his sister-in-law's arms.

Fang Qingliu was not afraid of his mother being dizzy.Leisurely went over to hug his mother.Lean on his mother and bite her ear. "Mother, I'll go to the capital to help you find out if my father has married a concubine."

After biting her ears, Mrs. Xu regained her composure, no dizziness or fuss.He personally packed up his son's things and took them away.

Fang Qingliu knew how to hit a snake and hit seven inches since he was a child.Lelehehe happily followed the old Taoist on the road.

The old Taoist didn't say anything. "There is a boy in the capital who answered the test questions of Yunyan Academy. I am very upset. It would be great if you could go to the restaurant."

Fang Qingliu, who thought it was a hidden mission, heard this, but he was high-spirited and boundless.I have long heard that no one can pass the test questions of Yunyan Academy.I have never doubted my own knowledge, so I really lost my reputation as a genius if I didn't take the test.

Fang Qingliu started his journey in a hurry and rushed to the capital, not feeling at all that he was being used as a gunman.

It wasn't until I went to Yunyan Academy, climbed the mountain, and solved the problem that I was dumbfounded.

Wow, what about the old Taoist priest?What about people?Why did he run away after breaking the question?

Wow, why did he feel that the kid standing next to him who looked younger than him was smiling so treacherously?

Wow, why does he live on top of Yunyan Mountain?

There is his grandfather's old enemy on the top of the mountain, can he hate him every day?There are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in the mountains, but can they still eat imperial food?The sky and the earth are rampant on the top of the mountain, and you can do anything?Just stay for three years to stay free?

Fang Qingliu, who was deceived, suddenly felt that this place was also good.

The author has something to say:

Wow, the author is clueless.I doubt it, any place that pretends to write poems or fus.Search by yourself.There are all of them.Ye Zi changed two words at most.Okay^3^I'll talk about it first, so I won't indicate the source.

Fixed the typo.mwah,