The person who spoke was Fang's father. He fell asleep in a daze just now. As soon as he woke up, he heard someone fooling his son. How could he not be angry?

"Nothing nonsense, don't teach my son badly."

Fang's father quickly pulled his son away, looked at Li Ming with a vigilant look, and said, "You dare to call yourself a saint and call for your name. Which saint are you?"

The boy in front of him looked like a fifteen or sixteen years old and was called a saint. He had never heard of such a young saint.

It must be a liar.

Seeing that Li Ming didn't say anything, Fang's father's face became even more proud and said:

"You can't speak, I know you are a liar. I'm embarrassed to expose you. I've seen liars like you for a lot."

"Which liar has you seen trick him into studying?"

"..." Fang's father was silent for a moment, not understanding what this young man was doing. He was indeed not like a liar in the world, but he always felt that something was strange, and said:

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, let's talk slowly if you have something to do."

Li Ming said as he took out a shiny pearl from his arms and stuffed it into Fang's father's hand.

Fang's father, who was still a little angry, calmed his mind all of a sudden. He looked at the pearls in his hand carefully. The more he looked, the more he was more surprised. This thing must be very valuable.

It's indeed a rich man.

So he put his posture a little more and smiled, "My attitude may be a little bad just now. Didn't this brother have something to talk to me just now? Just tell me."

He also pulled Li Ming away, for fear that Li Ming would talk nonsense, so his son would hear it.

The change in attitude was 360 degrees, which surprised Li Ming.

Sure enough, having money can make the devil push, let alone such a person who is greedy for small money and short-sighted.

Seeing that his attitude also changed, Li Ming climbed the pole with the opportunity and said, "You have heard some of what I said just now. Do you think I'm right?"

"Actually, I just heard you say you are a saint, and I also heard you say my son would die."

"It's good to hear it, I'm telling the truth." Li Ming no longer went around with him and went straight to the point.

"How is this possible?" Fang's father just took a pearl of Li Ming, otherwise, he would have jumped up and beat him up at this time. "I won't mention whether you are a saint. My son Fang Zhongyong, a child prodigy, can he die?"

"Look at those powerful people, such as Kong Sheng, Guan Zi, and I, who are not smart people, but they did not rely on their talent to stop studying; and Meng's mother moved three times, you should be the story. The mother moved three times for her son to study hard. Your son is very powerful. If you let him study hard at this age, his future achievements will definitely be limitless. If you don't want anything, there is no need to rush to achieve success now. Now you should, even if you are so poor that you sell your property, you have to let him study, so that you can live in a castle like me in the air in the future..."

Li Ming gestured and preached, but it was useless.

Because he looks too young.

If it were an old man or Confucius Sheng appeared, Fang Father might have listened.

In the eyes of middle-aged men, Li Ming is just a little brat.

He doesn't care about what he says at all.

A child who looks so younger than you will tell you a lot of truths, and no one else can listen.

You may even feel that what you say is nonsense and a little embarrassed.

Fang's father was not angry either, because Li Ming had money. He smiled faintly and said:

"Let's do it, we don't need to say so much. You compete with my son, referring to things and writing poems. If you can defeat my son, everything will be easy to say."

"Are you sure you want your son to compete with me?" Li Ming looked at him.

"Sure."

"OK."

Li Ming was thinking about how to find the entry point just now. After his words, he finally found the entry point. This father Fang had mysterious confidence in his son.

If you can defeat him with dignity, then the situation will be different.

Fang’s father believed in the saint.

It seems that I, Li Ming, have to confirm the name of saint.

"Zhongyong, come here, now you can compete with this young man to write poems and remember, you have to let this young man go, don't let him lose too embarrassedly." Fang's father said proudly.

"No need, kid, you have to do your best, because once I take action, there will be no chance for you." Li Ming said lightly.

"Hahaha." Fang's father laughed, and didn't say much, but just stared at Li Ming. He was young and frivolous.

Fang Zhongyong suddenly felt a sense of pressure.

I also met many scholars in Jinxi County, but they were not as good as themselves. I don’t know why I felt under a lot of pressure in front of someone who was not a few years older than him.

"You come first, you just point to the things and write poems, it doesn't matter how many capitals you write." Li Ming said.

"You'd better come first."

Fang Zhongyong licked his little lips. He felt that Li Ming was very powerful, and even Fang's father next to him felt something.

The young man beside him was awakening like a sleeping dragon at the same time, and Kanazawa burst out faintly on him.

The black dog, who had been lying on the ground and his ears were drooping, was also cheered up.

"I said if I take action, you will not have a chance to take action." Li Ming spoke lightly.

"Zhongyong, you take action first, cover his momentum so that he doesn't even have a chance to take action, so he will give in on his own initiative." Fang's father pointed to the environment here and said, "You write a poem based on the environment here."

Fang Zhongyong looked around, waterfalls, flowing water, gardens, peach blossom forests, and towers in the sky.

After a while, a poem came to my heart:

"Peach blossoms and butterflies grow on the shore, and clouds are painted on the fog in the sky."

"The waterfall flows like a jade curtain, hanging thousands of feet high in the air."

"The mountains are high and the rivers are endless. Let's see each other again and leave."

"There is no limit in the book, and I promise to be a misty world."

The poem is finished.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Li Ming with a little proud look on his face.

"Papapa..." Fang's father couldn't understand what his son was saying, but he felt so powerful. He kept applauding, looked at Li Ming proudly and said:

"It's your turn."

Li Ming was stunned and couldn't understand what Fang Zhongyong meant, but it really surprised a child to do it, and he was no longer picky about anything.

"Do you want another poem?" Li Ming asked.

"No, the poem just now is enough." Fang Zhongyong said.

"Don't delay time anymore, hurry up and write a poem. I want to see your literary talent." Fang's father also said.

"I said I am a saint, but you don't believe it. It's great. Now I will let you know what the supreme realm of a saint is." Li Ming showed a faint smile on his face.

Fang Zhongyong and Fang’s father looked at Li Ming at the same time and said, “What realm?”
Chapter completed!