"Poetry?"

Zheng Wudi retreated tactically.

Cross-eyed, he looked at Li Ping'an.

Jing Yu boasted: "This friend of mine is quite talented in poetry."

Zheng Wudi said, "Can you read it and listen to it?"

Jing Yu whispered to Li Pingan: "It's up to you, brother!"

Li Ping'an thought for a moment and said, "I'd better write it down."

He took out the knight pen from his waist.

Zheng Wudi's cross-eyed eyes suddenly flashed, "Um...is this the dean's knight-errant pen?"

Li Pingan nodded, "Exactly."

Zheng Wudi opened his mouth, "I...this..."

"Lao Niu, grind ink!"

Li Ping'an held the knight's pen in his hand, holding it like gold and stone, and wrote stroke by stroke on the paper.

There is a rhythmic rhythm between each stroke.

Ups and downs, flowing clouds and flowing water.

The knight's pen is in Li Ping'an's hand like an arm.

Done in one go!!

Zheng Wudi stretched his head and took a look.

There is an ancient charm in each stroke, which can be felt in every stroke.

It shows the profound skill and the artistic conception contained in it.

Casual yet unscrupulous, simple yet elegant.

"Good words!"

Zheng Wudi couldn't help but sigh.

"Excellent."

After a long time, Zheng Wudi came back to his senses from the words.

Looking at the poem, he read it word for word:

“If you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.

It is my destiny that my talents will be useful, and I will come back to you after all my gold has been spent."

Zheng Wudi took a breath, hiss~

His cross-eyes healed instantly, and he raised his head to look at Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an put away his pen and said calmly: "This is my humble work, please give me some advice from Brother Zheng."

Jing Yu made a sound of surprise, but he did not forget his main task.

"Brother, look at this money..."

Zheng Wudi was silent for a moment, "It's easy to talk...it's easy to talk."

The money they are talking about is naturally not ordinary silver.

It is the currency circulating among monks, spiritual stones.

Add interest and then travel expenses.

Li Ping'an asked Jing Yu for 500 spiritual stones, plus more than 1,000 from before.

If you can take out the other things in the storage ring that Master Zhang gave you and sell them.

I should be able to scrape together two thousand spiritual stones.

Hey! I have become a capitalist~

Li Ping'an happily put all his things into the storage ring. These spiritual stones were enough for him to practice for a period of time.

Jing Yu's eyes fell on the poem written by Li Pingan, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

............

Huailu Academy.

In a study, a small table is placed in the center.

On the table is a white copper ink cartridge, a piece of sheep hair, and a stack of ancient books.

Everyone Zhong looked at a piece of rice paper on the table and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Naturally, there is nothing curious about rice paper.

What really attracted him were the short twenty-eight characters on the rice paper.

“If you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.

I was born with talent that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent.”

"...Great talent! Great talent!"

Everyone Zhong sighed twice in succession.

Mr. Li is really a great talent, but it is a pity that he does not want to enter our academy.

Everyone Zhong let out a long sigh.

It's a pity that I couldn't get this great talent.

But I feel lucky that there are still such people in the Sui Dynasty.

At this time, everyone Zhong suddenly noticed that there was a line of small words below this poem.

——Friends wrote this poem in a certain month of a certain year, all thinking about Jing Yu.

Mr. Zhong:..........

This Jing Yu is so shameless!!

Become my disciple!

Where is the scholar's face? Where is his spine? Where is his pen?

Mr. Zhong took a pen and added another line of small words at the end.

It became: - A friend wrote this poem on a certain month in a certain year, all thinking about Jing Yu's teacher Zi Yu.

(Zhong Jiazi: Ziyou)

Well, this looks a bit like it.

Everyone nodded with satisfaction.

...........

Li Ping'an sat cross-legged in the room.

Keep your breath closed and your mind free of distracting thoughts.

While silently reciting the mind method and Turtle Breathing Technique in the Wind Sword Technique, he also recalled the gains and losses he had experienced in previous battles with others.

Just when he was concentrating, he suddenly felt the door open and quickly concentrated his mind.

Jing Yu walked in and said, "I have agreed with the teacher to go and take you to Huailu Academy to see more."

Li Ping'an nodded, he was going to go to Huailu Academy for a walk

Firstly, it was because he still had some valuable things on hand, such as various elixirs given to him by Master Zhang.

It's of no use to him, so why not exchange it for spiritual stones.

Secondly, I also wanted to take this opportunity to meet Aria, Zhao Ling'er, and Pang Jun.

Then the two of them arrived at Huailu Academy.

.........

Huailu Academy, Four Seasons Peak.

Because the mountain peak has scenes of four seasons at the same time, it got its name.

The mountain tower is built according to the mountain, with many miles in length and different heights.

I don’t know when it started, but there were academy disciples setting up a stall here.

In the beginning, they just sold some calligraphy characters, but over time this place became a hodgepodge.

They sell everything.

And compared to the official market established by Huailu Academy, it is more inclusive and has everything.
To be continued...