The pilgrims came to make a polite conspiracy with Shen Ao. Some of them were able to come to Lingyin Temple to burn incense. In the Song Dynasty, there were countless famous calligraphy and painting masters. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, it was extremely difficult to meet such a famous master. Now they have to meet a genius who is both good at calligraphy and painting, and the pilgrims feel very honored.

I burst into tears, and finally I had an opportunity to be artful.

Chen Ao was surrounded by many people, very happy and proud. He used to be a thief. Although he was very prestigious in that industry, he was notorious in the eyes of ordinary people. Unexpectedly, he had the opportunity to be sought after by others. He felt secretly happy, but he said very modestly and in a low-key manner: "I have no limits in my knowledge. I am still a little short of Wang Youjun and Gu Kaizhi's skills. I will continue to work hard and not be proud."

Everyone clapped their hands and applauded, saying that Chen Ao was too modest, so they taught Chen Ao to write poems to let them see it.

Chen Ao said: "I won't do poetry anymore. I won't do it now. Thank you for your love. But in a few days, I will challenge the famous artists in Bianjing City. Everyone is welcome to support me."

"Okay." The atmosphere was very strong, and the pilgrims were a little regretful, but Chen Ao said he would attend the poetry meeting and it would not be too late to see his performance.

A few pilgrims from afar were confused and asked, "Where is the Suiya Mountain House? Why have you never heard of it?"

Immediately someone said with discrimination: "You don't even know Suiyashanfang? You have heard of it, Mr. Chen, you must have heard of it."

The pilgrim who came from afar was suddenly a little short of breath and hurriedly said, "Mr. Chen is famous all over the world, so he naturally knows it."

Those who had heard of this said one after another: "Jun-gong Chen held a poetry meeting in Sui Yashanfang, and invited talented men from Bian Jing to gather in Sui Yashanfang to rated the top among young talents."

The pilgrims from other places nodded awkwardly, remembering the four words "Suiyashan House" firmly, so as to save people from being despised in the future.

Zhou Ruo and Chun'er were laughing secretly. Chen Ao was so terrifying. At this time, he still didn't forget to promote his Sui Yashan House. It was so despicable and insidious.

At this time, Kong Ding and Kong Jing came over with tea and pastries. The tea had been replaced with good tea. The pastries were naturally no longer ordinary things to entertain pilgrims. Only the most important VIPs can enjoy it. This is how people are. What kind of status and ability should be treated like. Even bald monks cannot avoid the common people. They say that sentient beings are equal, but in the end they are divided into three or six.

"Use the donor slowly." Kong Ding looked at Chen Ao's eyes with shiny light and shining. I'm afraid that if there were too many idle people here, he would have wanted to bow his knees and become a disciple.

Chen Ao was very polite and quickly said that the two monks had worked hard. They ate pastries and drank tea in front of everyone, and said repeatedly. The two monks were very happy. One said, "This is the best Hui tea, soaked in the clear spring of the back mountain, and enjoy it slowly." The other said, "This is the thousand-layer osmanthus cake that I have newly figured out. Don't dislike it. If you can still eat it, eat a few more pieces."

After using pastries and tea, a little novice came over and said, "Who is Miss Zhou, donor Shen? Mrs. Zhou is going down the mountain. Please go to the mountain gate quickly."

Zhou Ruo and Chen Ao quickly responded, and everyone was reluctant to leave. Chen Ao said to the two monks: "Come and visit again next time, I will say goodbye." He said to the pilgrims: "Don't forget to go to Suiya Mountain House to support you at that time."

Everyone responded with a loud promise, Kong Ding, Kong Jing said, "If the donor has time, you can come to the temple to give him any advice."

Shi Xiaohu said: "Chen Shi mainly teaches me how to make tricks."

Kong Ding immediately gave him a chestnut and shouted in a low voice: "It's so unruly."

After being taught by his uncle, Shi Xiaohu burst into tears and said, "Donor Chen, I won't ask you to make tricks anymore, wuwu... it hurts."

Chen Ao touched his bald head, and he still felt so touched. He smiled and said, "Next time I come to see you in the temple and bring you some fun."

As he said that, he left with Zhou Ruo and Chun'er under the gaze of everyone.

The lady waited there for a long time. When she saw Zhou Ruo and the others coming, she smiled: "It's gloomy this day, I'm afraid it's going to rain. Let's go back soon."

He also said that he drew a lottery ticket and told Chen Ao that he smiled and said, "Mrs. He is born with great blessings and great honors. Even if he doesn't care about ghosts and gods, he will never have any disasters."

The lady smiled: "There is no smooth sailing in the world."

At this time, Shi Xiaohu chased after him from the tea room and asked from a distance: "Donor Chen, my master is willing to accept the loss. He asked me to ask you, what do you want them to do?"

Chen Ao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll ask your master to serve you when I think about it."

Shi Xiaohu said oh, and went back to report his life as if he was flying. The lady asked what he wanted to accept the loss. Chun'er was not strict and told the gambling game just now. The lady smiled and said, "Chen Ao is very talented and knowledgeable. These two Zen masters are proud of calligraphy and painting. It is really not easy for you to convince them." Then she said, "Even if this is the case, don't bet with the Zen masters in the future. The temple is a solemn treasure land and you can't make trouble."

This sentence is slightly blamed, but more of a kind of care from elders for younger generations. Chen Ao lowered his head and said quickly: "I won't know again in the future."

The lady nodded, and the group went down the mountain and rode back home in a carriage.

The next day, news spread in Bianjing City that it was said that a genius prodigy appeared in Lingyin Temple, with both calligraphy and painting and calligraphy. Even Kong Ding, who had always been proud of calligraphy and painting, was impressed by him. The news spread to ten, and ten to hundreds, but it did not attract much attention.

However, the news became more and more bizarre. First, it was said that this genius prodigy had accepted the invitation from Suiyashanfang and wanted to compete with the talents at the poetry meeting. This was quite outrageous. When there were more people passing it on, the information gradually became distorted. What genius asked for names and challenged the fourth young master of Bianjing, what was to punch Zeng Sui'an, and kicked Zhou Wenzheng, a little prodigy who was famous in Bianjing, and wanted to make a big splash and trample on the talented man in Bianjing City.

When there is a conflict, the interest of idle people and Yakes comes. It is simply outrageous who dares to be so arrogant. It is so annoying that he dares not take the talented men of Bianjing seriously.

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and gambling houses also started gambling games. For a time, the attention of Suiyashanfang soared. If you haven't heard Suiyashanfang, you are embarrassed to say hello to others. The hot issues have changed from Chen Ji to the mysterious genius boy.

Chen Ao is under a lot of pressure. Wow, these bastards really dare to spread any rumors. They are pushing themselves into the fire pit. Now I am afraid that he has become a thorn in the eyes of the talents in Bianjing City and is very hated.

Well, let’s not worry about it for now. Those who are targeted will be targeted. Those who are held in hatred will be held in hatred. Since you are going to participate in a poetry meeting, you have to strive to win the championship anyway. When it comes to the forefront of this storm, you can only go against the current.

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In the east pavilion of Baohe Hall, in the golden glass house and tiles, incense was swelling. Several small eunuchs stood quietly, and a burst of exclamation came from the east pavilion. The emperor had just gotten up early and ate a small bowl of bird's nest and twig fungus soup. The third prince rushed to Jin to meet him excitedly.

There are many sons in the official family, but the favorite is the third prince Zhao Kai. The eunuchs reported that the official family was in great interest today, so they immediately passed it on.

There is not too much grandeur in the East Pavilion, but more elegant and unique. There are ancient agarwood and beards, and there are a wide range of piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings on the walls. A long desk occupies a considerable space. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the desk, and many book books are piled up.

Zhao Ji has been in power for 23 years and is no longer a young age. Even so, his skin color is still well maintained, and he seems to be in his early thirties. He looked at the scroll on the desk and showed an incredible expression.

The painting was sent by the third prince. At first glance, Zhao Ji almost surprised. Isn’t this the auspicious crane picture he drew a few days ago? How did it fall into Kai'er’s hands? When he looked closely, he found that there was a difference in this painting. He only felt that this painting had a more outrageous spirit and a more brushwork.

"Kai'er, did this?"

Zhao Kai hurriedly said, "Don't you know the father of the child's last moment? This is the work of someone in the Duke Qi's mansion."

Zhao Ji had a slight head and his eyes were quickly attracted by the signature. Just talking about painting, Zhao Ji believed that he was not inferior to those who painted. However, the signature surprised Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji's signature was very unique, with only one word "天" and the sky was separated, which meant the number one person in the world. However, the word "天" in this painting was the same as himself, and the word "天" was used in thin gold brushwork. This font was created by Zhao Ji, and Zhao Ji has always been very conceited. Unexpectedly, the same sky, the same thin gold style, the level of the painter was still above him. The thin straight and straight characters seemed to be a dance of a crane, and the level was unattainable.

"How strange!" As the ancestor of the thin gold body, that is, the crane body, there are people who are more powerful than Zhao Ji. Apart from marveling at this person's talent, Zhao Ji can only be called awesome.

"Who made this calligraphy and painting?"

Zhao Kai smiled bitterly and said, "The child doesn't know." Then he talked about the process of Princess Qinghe's painting, and finally sighed: "This person's brush is amazing, and the child is no match for him, so he asks his father to help us."

Zhao Ji laughed and stroked his beard and said, "Okay, great. Father and son are in war, brothers, this man's calligraphy and painting are wonderful. Okay, I will help you and compare with this man. I will send Ziheng to grind me. If this little girl encourages me, I will draw a masterpiece to open my eyes to this painter who is ignorant of the world."
Chapter completed!