"Our role models?" Chen Guhong was stunned. When he saw Wang Song's admiration again, he felt strange. He thought, "My friend has always been humorous and not very serious. Even the great master Ruan Yu was only admired by him because of his official position, and he still couldn't reach the level of our role models. Who is this person?"

Having thought about it, Chen Guhong asked, "Who?"

The classmates also showed curiosity.

"He is a talented man in Xuanzhou and a student from the government." Wang Song's face became even more respectful.

"It's the Liang Sheng who could chant at the age of five, write poems at the age of seven, and become scholars at the age of twelve?" Chen Guhong said with surprise.

"It's him? Is he going to come to Huangshan Poetry Club? You know, there are thousands of miles in Xuanzhou."

“It’s amazing.”

The classmates here were shocked again.

The circle between scholars and scholars is very circulating.

Talented and elegant people always talk about.

Today, there are many rising talents in China, but this talented man from Xuanzhou Liang Sheng is a romantic figure. He is only eighteen years old this year and is born in the Xuanzhou scholarly family. He is prominent in one family. Within the Five Dynasties, he has produced eight Jinshi and twelve Juren.

There were two high-ranking officials in the court, and two of them were from the same clan.

His prominent family background and past experience have made him famous.

Even children like Chen Guhong who do not pay much attention to the scholar circle have heard of his reputation.

A talented person will make people feel respectful.

Although Chen Guhong has obtained the fortune of the soul and is mysterious and intelligent, it is precisely because of this that he believes that ordinary people can have such great talents and deserve respect.

"With these three highlights, I should really go and see this Huangshan Poetry Conference." Chen Guhong thought to himself.

"How about it, let's go together?? I'll cover all the expenses of this trip." Then, Wang Song took the attitude of being a rich man and asked his classmates.

However, many classmates have thoughts, but few have taken action.

“I still have to write to support my family.”

"I'll have a county exam soon. I have to study hard and take the exam for that scholar."

Everyone shook their heads and said. Someone also said to Wang Song: "Brother Wang, although the poetry club is lively, we are just children. We didn't even pass the exam. If we go there, we will probably be said to be idle when we meet the magistrate of the school."

"It's just a gimmick to be promoted to the school official. We don't have much talent in poetry, so it's impossible to see Grandmaster Ruan in one go. The important advantage of this time is to see Shi Miaomiao and Liang Sheng."

Wang Song looked excited and encouraged.

But everyone had concerns, and in the end, only Chen Guhong agreed to go together. Wang Song suddenly burst into tears, put on Chen Guhong's shoulder, and said straight: "Good brother, loyalty."

Not long after, the classmate party dispersed. Chen Guhong and Wang Song made an appointment to go out tomorrow. Chen Guhong returned home and told Chen Xiuxiu about this.

Chen Guhong only moved within the county town since he was a child, and Huangshan was hundreds of miles away. Chen Xiuxiu naturally couldn't rest assured and advised Chen Guhong not to go.

Although Chen Guhong was very moved, he insisted on going to see him, so he explained to Chen Xiuxiu. As soon as Chen Xiuxiu heard that he could see the promotion of a school official, he reluctantly agreed.

But I still reminded Chen Guhong to be careful on the way.

The next morning, Wang Song came with his slave in a carriage. Before Chen Guhong got on the carriage, Chen Xiuxiu held Chen Guhong's hand, tears in her hands, and wiped it with a handkerchief. He said, "Be careful on the road. Don't turn around when you encounter a robber, run away immediately."

"I understand, my good sister." Chen Guhong was so amused and crying. He took a handkerchief to wipe his sister's tears, waved his hand, and got into the car under Chen Xiuxiu's reluctant gaze.

Surrounded by several slaves, the carriage slowly left the city and headed towards Huangshan.

The Huangshan Poetry Festival is three highlights. People's hearts are floating and leisurely. When the carriage walks, they watch the scenery along the way. The two arrive at Huangshan.

Huangshan.

This mountain is not high, a bit elegant, not majestic, and not dangerous. But it is very famous, and is a very famous mountain in Hangzhou Prefecture and even Liangzhou.

According to legend, Huangshi has attained enlightenment here and ascended in the sun. To this day, there is a monument and a temple on the mountain. Every year, good men and women come from thousands of miles to burn incense and pray.

It just corresponds to the saying that the mountain is not high, but the immortals are famous.

This mountain is 325 miles away from Chengyang, and the journey takes four days. The day of the Huangshi Poetry Festival is exactly the same as the time when the Huangshi Gong ascended in the daytime. Therefore, when Chen Guhong and Wang Song climbed the mountain, the mountain was very lively.

"Oh, come and have a look. This is the soil near the body of the Great Immortal of Huangshi. Take it home to share the fairy spirit and bring it to life."

"Fortune-telling and character-testing words, immortals guide the way!"

There are many people, and there are many businesses around Huangshi Temple, and many businesses related to the Immortal Way are very popular.

The scholars in this world have no saying that the son does not speak of strange powers and chaos. Wang Song has a scholarly family, but the whole family believes in this. He can't move his feet when he sees this. He clasps his hands towards Huangshi Temple with a sincere face, bowing again and again. He is very interested in the soil near the body of the Great Immortal of Huangshi.

"No, I have to buy it home to get a fairy spirit." Wang Song said to Chen Guhong, then greeted several slaves and squeezed into the crowd.

Chen Guhong smiled and felt a little moved, so he talked to Gao Zhuang in Zifu in his mind.

"Can this temple have divine light protectors?"

"This is probably just a rumor among the people of the mortal world. There is no mystery in this Huangshan Temple."

Gao Zhuang's voice was very disdainful.

"All right."

Chen Guhong shrugged and began to appreciate the scenery of Huangshan.

Although this mountain is not as steep as the high mountain, Chen Guhong rarely goes out, let alone climbing. At this moment, he climbs high and looks at the sea of ​​clouds, and his mind is relaxed. He suddenly feels like a young eagle spreading his wings, and the sea is wide and the sky is wide.

I wonder what it feels like to fly over the clouds and fog? I can't imagine, but I know it's more refreshing and comfortable than birds, right?

Just as he was full of longing, Wang Song turned back and brought back a vulgar and mundane style.

"Come on, I'll buy you a copy for Gu Hong." Wang Song happily came back with small sachets and handed them to Chen Gu Hong one. He said as if he had picked up a big advantage: "The dealer who sells immortal soil is stupid, but such a good immortal soil costs fifty cents a bag, and it's cheap."

"All right!"

Chen Guhong took the sachet, but he was speechless. As the saying goes, people have something to do, there is no need to force them. The friend in front of him is actually smart, but now he looks like a fool.

The Huangshan Temple Fair has nothing to do with the poetry fair. Although scholars are in the world, they do not interact with peddlers and barons. They are like plum blossoms in the snow, very lone.

The location of the Huangshan Poetry Festival is on the other end of Huangshan. After Chen Guhong and Wang Song obtained the fairy land, they surrounded their slaves and headed to another mountain.

Leaving the Yellowstone Temple, it became much more purified. The winding mountain roads along the way, there was a kind of deep secluded mountains and forests, and the illusion of gods living here.

The mountain road is long, as if there is no end. After walking for countless years, Wang Song was exhausted and panting, his tongue stretched out, as if he was hanged.

He turned to look at Chen Guhong and wondered: "Guhong, why are you not blushing or breathing?"

From childhood to adulthood, the two have similar physical abilities and similar study. Now that he is tired, Chen Guhong has a rosy face and a light body, as if he is a gentleman, and is relaxed and at ease. It is both a strange thing and also makes people dissatisfied.

"It seems that not only is the soul mysterious, but my body has also become much stronger." Chen Guhong guessed in his heart, but smiled and said, "I have been walking around more recently and have exercised my strength."

"Okay." Wang Song shrugged without doubting him.

After walking for a while, Wang Song felt that he was about to die and was about to let his servant carry him. A pavilion was revealed in the deep mountains ahead. The pavilion was very elegant and the air of fireworks floated out.

A melodious aroma of tea came to my face.

"Someone is cooking tea there." Wang Song's eyes lit up, and he felt that his mouth and tongue had regained some strength.

"Gu Hong, let's speed up." After saying that, this guy had already taken the steps and went quickly.

"This guy." Chen Guhong smiled and also accelerated his pace. The group soon arrived outside the pavilion, where the famous mountain spirit of the pavilion was very suitable for the environment.

There were five people in the pavilion, two maids, two slaves, and a scholar.

The two maids were 28 years old, with very white skin, delicate facial features, very elegant clothes, beautiful but not gorgeous, and respectful expressions. The breath of a beautiful maid from a wealthy family came to their faces.

The two slaves were strong, with a spirit in their eyes and a vigilant look, not as stupid as ordinary slaves.

The scholar was eighteen or nineteen years old, with fair skin and handsome appearance. He was wearing a green Confucian shirt. He had a sachet hanging on his left waist and a jade pendant with his right waist. The sachet was so fragrant that it was not as good as it smelled very nicely. The jade pendant was green and warm all over, and it looked first-class.

At this moment, the scholar was sitting on a stone bench, two beautiful maids were responsible for making tea, and two servants stood on the left and right, responsible for alertness. Seeing Chen Guhong, Wang Song and others, the two servants immediately showed a warning look.

Wang Song was born as a gentryman and often claimed to be a young man. At this moment, he felt ashamed of this situation. He thought, "What a noble young man."

"I wonder who this person is, is it that Liang Sheng of Xuanzhou?"
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