Xiao Yun could remember this poem by Chairman Mao thanks to the Chinese teacher in junior high school. The teacher was an elderly old man and loved Chairman Mao’s poems most in his life. It happened that there was a poem by Chairman Mao’s poem "Qinyuan Spring Snow". When the teacher was chanting the yin and yang, he suddenly became very excited and insisted that every student in the class recited the Chairman’s poem, saying that this was the only way to meet the Chairman’s teachings. In helplessness, Xiao Yun spent three whole mornings to memorize the poem "Qinyuan Spring Snow" by rote. Thanks to the teacher’s strict requirements, otherwise how could he be so majestic again with the limited poetry he knew?

Jia Lin was really interested in seeing Xiao Yun’s joke, so he decided to wait for Xiao Yun to read it. No matter how good things are, he would say nothing, and then let himself read it casually. After listening to Chairman Mao’s magnificent song "Qinyuan Spring Snow", his face was pale. Not to mention that he did not have such a mind, he would not even lose his heroism, let alone such catchy words, how can he not be surprised?

The scholar didn't expect Xiao Yun to read such a poem. After he read it, he pondered: "This little brother is so talented, it is rare in the world. It's a blessing that I treat each other well. Otherwise, with this talent, I'm afraid that ten of me would not be my opponents of the little brother?"

There were endless cheers in the crowd. It was no wonder that few people in the Yuan Dynasty could write such a grand poem. Although there was also a Yuan song, it was mostly in some minor tunes of influence. Compared to Xiao Yun's chanting of this passionate poem, it was far inferior to Xiao Yun's lyrics. Although the people did not know the quality of the poem, they sounded like it. These illiterate people knew the most. This was like Li Shen's hoeing at noon on the day and sweat dripping into the soil. Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard. You said that he was not literary, but you can't say that he was not well written!

Lu Chuchu could see clearly the reaction of everyone. She was a little worried. Seeing Xiao Yun citing the scriptures, Master Jia Lin was speechless and secretly happy. She couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know how many skills this Xiao Yun has, and has not dug out!"

Xiao Yun finished reading in one breath and smiled with satisfaction, clasped his fists and compiled the three masters and apprentices, and said with a smile: "Master, how about the poems you are here?"

Jia Lin's face turned red and he said in sweat: "This...?"

Xiao Yun looked at his expression and knew that the Chairman's poem shocked the arrogant Tibetan monk. He deliberately looked at his ugly face, pretending not to hear half of Jia Lin's face, and laughed and said, "Master, it's your duty?"

Jia Lin was really uncomfortable all over. He was originally calm in his chest. After listening to Xiao Yun's poem, he immediately collapsed. He never expected that Xiao Yun could sing such words and phrases with casual chants. How could he deal with this? But if it was wrong, wouldn't the original bet lose? I thought of admitting that Xiao Yun's literary talent was amazing, and after all, he was dissatisfied. He felt anxious and all the beads of sweat dripped down on his forehead.

Seeing the master like this, the disciple on the left immediately stepped forward to relieve the situation, snorted coldly, and pointed at Xiao Yun and said, "Ignorance, I read a poem casually, but I dared to be arrogant. What a character my master is? I am the emperor's master of the dynasty. How can I compare poetry with you, a rough child, and insult my identity?"

When Xiao Yun heard this, he cursed inwardly, "Don't I say I'm a rude boy. How could you really refuse?" But this poem was not written by himself after all, and Xiao Yun couldn't make things too difficult for Jia Lin. If he got angry and let himself tell the artistic conception of the poem, he would be exposed in three minutes with his own tricks. Although he was proud, he did not dare to take it over. The less people offend, the better. Although Jia Lin was really not a person, no matter what, he was a person in the officialdom and a high-ranking official. The master of the world was quite powerful. He could not ruin his life's job for this moment. Before he found a new boss, he had to rely on this job to live on it!"

Since Xiao Yun read the lyrics of "Qinyuan Spring Snow", Jia Linzhen has racked his brains to meditate on the poems, hoping to chant a good lyric that can overwhelm this poem. But after thinking for a while, it was mostly some small poems that were whining without any pain, none of them could overwhelm Xiao Yun. He felt extremely uncomfortable. He was so angry that he couldn't help but curse: "You ignorant junior, how dare you be so rude to your national teacher...you...?"

Xiao Yun laughed, ignored Jia Linzhen's scolding, turned his face and shouted to Jia Linzhen's two disciples: "Your master has lost, and he said that he has been knowledgeable forever. Even I, the lowest Han man, can't compare to me, why are you still standing here to do? From my perspective, Master, do you have to read this book of sages again?"

"Haha...haha..." The thunderous applause in the crowd resounded unconsciously.

Xiao Yun's last sentence was very arrogant. With his small close-fitting guard, he taught the national master the dynasty in public to continue his studies. If it was passed on, I was afraid that no one would believe it. However, the Han people in the hall could see it clearly and make people believe it.

Jia Lin was really stunned for a while, and wanted to yell a few words, and suddenly remembered his status. If he lost his talent and quarreled with the Han people, he was afraid that his style would be reduced. If he spread it, he was afraid that the Mongols would look down on him and make the Han people laugh. He snorted coldly and said, "You Han people are full of tricks, and today they won't be powerful." After saying that, he glanced at Xiao Yun and said, "Mr. Xiao is so talented. My national teacher will appreciate it again next day!"

Xiao Yun looked at him with resentful eyes and said to himself: "Damn, why are you losing? Do you want to take revenge?" Thinking of his identity as a national teacher, he opened his mouth to explain: "Friendship is first, competition is second?" Seeing that Jia Lin waved his sleeves, he shouted to the two disciples: "Let's go!" After a moment, the three disappeared outside the hall.

When the three figures completely disappeared, the hall was filled with joy and thunder, and they all cheered for Xiao Yun’s performance just now. There were dozens of people around Xiao Yun, and they praised Xiao Yun with one word and one word, making Xiao Yun feel happy. Jia Lin had already forgotten his resentful eyes when he left, and he said to himself: "A real man should do this!"

Everyone had fun, and the scholar and the young man who followed him played with the crowd. Seeing that it was getting late, the scholar squeezed past the crowd, walked to Xiao Yun, folded his paper fan and clasped his fists, and said, "I am very impressed by my little brother. Today I will open my eyes today!" He said this and smiled slightly, saying, "I will not accompany my little brother when I have something important to do. The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow for a long time. There will be a period of time later."

Xiao Yun was surrounded by several young people and asked him to recite poems. He suddenly heard the scholar going to leave. He smiled and waved his hand, and turned around. The scholar laughed and turned around, shaking the paper fan and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Xiao Yun turned his face suddenly as if he had remembered something, and shouted to the scholar's back: "Please stay, brother?"

At this time, the hall was very lively, with a group of Han people thundering, and Xiao Yun's shouts were drowned out by laughter. The scholar did not hear it, and walked towards the hall with a young young man who looked like a scholar. Seeing that the two of them didn't hear it, Xiao Yun was very anxious and wanted to push the crowd away and walk out, but many people in the crowd bowed to him and pulled him out for a while. Seeing that the two were about to leave the hall, a figure suddenly flashed, followed by a delicate voice: "Please stay, two young men?"

It was Lu Chuchu who spoke. Since Xiao Yun was pulled closer to the crowd by the scholar, she had never left him. Seeing Xiao Yun sang a wonderful lyric that was unprecedented and unparalleled, she was very happy, and her eyes were all on him. The scene of Xiao Yun shouting at the scholar naturally fell into her eyes. She could tell Xiao Yun's intentions. Seeing that Xiao Yun was pulled by the crazy patriots in the crowd, she was afraid that the two of them would be so powerful, so she immediately used their light skills and jumped over from the crowd and shouted at them.

The scholar in the leader heard the voice and turned his head suddenly to see that the person who was talking was the girl who came with Xiao Yun. He couldn't help but say curiously: "Is this girl calling me again?"

Before Lu Chuchu could answer, she suddenly shouted loudly: "Yes, you are calling you!"

The scholar looked in the voice and saw Xiao Yun swaying away from the crowd and walking towards the two of them. There were several fanatical fans behind him, but Xiao Yun was very fast. Although the few people behind him trotted, they still couldn't keep up.

The scholar raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, "I can't tell that this little brother is still a person with unique skills!" He had a good impression of Xiao Yun. When he saw him strode, he knew his intentions. He shook the paper fan and said to Lu Chuchu and the scholar behind him, "This girl, I'll wait for your husband outside!"

Lu Chuchu's face turned red by his scream "your husband", but her heart was secretly happy. She remembered Xiao Yun and him dressed up as a couple just now, and there was a smile on her lips, and she muttered silently: "your husband!" She looked at Xiao Yun involuntarily, but saw Xiao Yun waving at her, and the affection seemed to make her go out quickly.

Lu Chuchu was stunned. When he saw the shouting behind Xiao Yun, he smiled in his heart. He didn't say much at the moment. He followed the scholar and ran. All four of them were martial arts masters, and their steps were beyond ordinary people. At first, he could still hear the shouting. After walking for dozens of miles, the voice gradually became smaller and he gradually could not hear it in the end.

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