Then he thought of Qian Fu, Qian and Qian, who once worked as a tutor in the Xu family, who had an enlightenment hindrance to him.

This Qian Zhuangyuan was awarded the third year of Hongzhi. At that time, he won the Huiyuan Yuan and the top scholar. Only Jieyuan was the only one who won the three consecutive yuan.

Although he is very talented, this top scholar has a very poor alcohol tolerance and a very bad temper. Now he likes to go crazy with alcohol.

According to historical records, "I like to drink alcohol. Whenever I drink drunk, I often hurt people's words, so I am not favored by the same list and cause slander."

He probably knew that he was not popular, so he resigned after the sixth year of Hongzhi exam and went home.

I guess it is not impossible to be shot by my colleagues if I stay there any longer.

It is recorded that "Qian Hetan Fu was dismissed from office and stayed at home with his palace, and the Xu family in Wukou in Yuyi used 500 gold as a jelly moon to postpone the family school."

Zhang Lun and his team did not park in Suzhou, but went through Suzhou and then went to Nanjing.

It was nearly May when I arrived in Nanjing for more than ten days. Fortunately, "Nie Xiaoqian" was finished and I could sell it for money after getting off the boat.

"Teacher..." Zhang Lun finally finished his work. After Tang Bohu and Xu Jing finished copying, he polished it for a while before he rested.

As a result, Tang Bohu knocked on the door before he slept for a while.

"Didn't you say you don't need to call me if you haven't got off the boat?" Zhang Lun was a little angry, and Tang Bohu outside the door whispered: "It seems that there are many people on the dock..."

"It seems that it's not good if you don't come out..."

Zhang Lun sighed, sorted out his clothes and opened the door and followed Tang Bohu to the bow of the ship.

But when he reached the bow of the ship, he understood why Tang Bohu had to call him out.

There were bustling crowds of people on the ferry pier, and Tang Bohu whispered to Zhang Lun who these people were.

Speaking of which, many of the people standing on the shore are famous, Fang Xinzhi, Fang Zhengming, Wen Zhenxian, Zhu Yunming, Zhu Zhishan... etc.

A group of famous scholars and scholars came to watch. Zhang Lun was stunned that he saw dozens of pretty girls at Yingying Yanyan on the ferry.

They were either wearing Taoist robes or embroidered clothes on the pier looking forward.

It would be fine if these pretty beauties are like this, but what about the monks and Taoists who look up with their hands together?!

"Bohu, do you actually have such a great reputation in the Qinhuai River..." Zhang Lun was a little excited, and was about to say that he could see the Fengyue of Qinhuai.

As a result, these sisters are now at the dock! Tang Bohu, this disciple, received it well! Big! Good luck!

"Is the young man on the boat, but Young Master Yu from Youdu Yemeng?!"

Before Tang Bohu could speak, a pretty young lady at the ferry terminal actually spoke first.

Although the pretty little girl spoke loudly, her voice was as pleasant as the oriole singing in green.

Tang Bohu bowed to his mentor and smiled, "Mr., it seems that he is not here to welcome me..."

Damn! I have such a great reputation?! Zhang Lun himself was also a little confused. He had no idea that his reputation had spread so widely.

"I'm Zhang Lun..." Although he was a little surprised by his reputation, Zhang Lun still bowed and greeted others with a long smile.

They are all their fans! They are also all female fans! And they are all beautiful female fans!

"I heard the prelude to the palace of Mr. Zhang's Yu, praised the three great scholars, and called it "The Storm of the World"!"

At this time, some people were reluctant, and the other scholars present were unwilling.

But someone heard someone whispering loudly: "The beautiful Jinling, but I don't know if Mr. Yu has any excellent works to teach me?"

When Tang Bohu heard this, his face turned dark. Damn it was pushing my mentor to the forefront!

The three great scholars praised their mentor "The Storm of the World" for being the first to praise Zhang Lun for his master, but when he came here, he was just making enemies for Zhang Lun.

You are nothing, you are a boy. Why do you just get the title of "The Legend of the World"?

If I ask, that is the beginning and end of the three great masters’ eggs.

"The ship was tired and didn't do much. I just gave my disciple Hengfu a new story book..."

Zhang Lun was not as angry as Tang Bohu thought, but was a little happy! Damn, good guy! Brother! I'm worried about how to promote it!

If you don’t make it clear, I can’t say: Oh~ I wrote a new storybook, everyone should support you!

"Ah~! Mr. Yu has a new storybook?!"

Zhang Lun looked at the S-shaped lady who was covering her mouth on the shore and wanted to pounce on her and kiss her! Your joke is so supportive!

"My work "A Night Dream in Youdu: A Chinese Ghost Story: Nie Xiaoqian" has been delivered to his disciple Hengfu. I believe everyone will be able to watch it soon."

The scholars on the shore seemed even more angry, so someone bowed and shouted: "Is it possible that Qiliner only knows how to speak first?"

This was a bit of a naive provocation, but it was no wonder that people provoked Zhang Lun.

Indeed, Zhang Lun seemed to have no poem except the song "Hsinchu".

The main reason is that Zhang Lun feels that writing poetry is a waste of money to make money. I’m fine and just making a poem about a chicken!

"It's not a story book. I accidentally got a poem when I made it." Zhang Lun was not a good-tempered person, although the scholars advertised him.

But again and again, the clay man has to be angry.

"The sky is full of frost with ten miles of flat lakes,

Inch of the blue hair, my sad years are filled with joy.

Looking at each other in a single moon shape,

I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals…”

Zhang Lun Zhan smiled and said loudly: "I feel the book, but the rhythm is missing. It makes everyone laugh..."

"I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals... What a mandarin ducks but not the immortals!" The Censor of the Tixue on the shore said nothing, but laughed at this time.

He said loudly: "There should be a good idea of ​​the four heroes of the Tang Dynasty, Lu Sheng's sentence "Chang'an Ancient Ideas" 'I wish to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals'. Although the rhythm is not right, the artistic conception is very good!"

"Inch of the blue hair and my hair are sad..." Someone on the shore also chewed, and the more you chewed it, the more you tasted it.

Zhang Lun was a little surprised. He didn't know that this poem had a meaning in "The Ancient Ideas of Chang'an".

But I know this about studying the censor. This shows that the talent and knowledge of the ancients were not a big deal. I read it down!

"There must be more than one song from Qilin's children, and it's a good story to take it out and appreciate it with all the students!"

At this time, Tang Bohu whispered to Zhang Lun that Nati Xue had rebuked his Fang Xinzhi.

"I got a good sentence, and I wanted to hide my own private life. Since I asked for my studies, then... Zhang Lun made a statement! When I crossed the Yangtze River, I got the first entitlement to you by "Linjiangxian"!"

Zhang Lun smiled and bowed, and said in his voice changing voice:

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward

The waves wash away the heroes~~

Right and wrong~ success or failure~ turn around and empty!

The green mountains are still there

A few times the sunset is red~~

White-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank

I am used to watching autumn moon and spring ~ the wind!

A pot of turbid wine meets each other~

How many things happen in ancient and modern times

They are all laughing~it's a conversation!"

While singing, Zhang Lun unconsciously used some of the techniques used by later generations Yang Hongji when singing.

Although it cannot achieve other people's effects, there is still a charm.

At this moment, a beam of light under the sunlight hit the ship, which deserved the figure of the young man in white...

The beautiful boy chanting was immediately covered in golden light, and he floated in the sky like a legitimate immortal.

For a moment, the monks and Taoists on the shore saw this and actually clasped their hands together. After the boy's voice fell, they began to recite scriptures on the shore...

Many years later, everyone present still remembers the scene we saw today.

It was also this scene that laid the lifelong impression of many people on Zhang Lun...

But Jiang Tao was swept up and slapped on the domineering four hundred materials warship ship. At the bow of the ship was standing a young man in white like a jade.

He had a purple gold crown on his head, a golden jade beast with a waist and a hip, a Japanese knife as gentle as jade, and his smile seemed to be filled with compassion...

He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at everyone chanting the heroic "Linjiang Xian".
Chapter completed!