Listening to his words, Li Ming was speechless.

Fang's father said again: "I think you are quite rich, but you can't be stingy. My son has the resources of a saint. Now I only need three hundred texts to write poems when he becomes a saint. When he becomes a saint, he can't buy it just by wanting to buy it. You have to seize the opportunity."

Li Ming rolled his eyes. Fang Zhongyong's father was really a saint. Even if he had it, he would probably die of breastfeeding.

Fang Zhongyong, who was standing by, said nothing and was studying Li Ming’s dragon pattern wooden sign. Looking at the words above, you can tell that he was very focused.

A child of a few years old, his concentration is so terrible that he is worthy of being a child prodigy.

Li Ming withdrew his gaze and was about to ask his father Fang to sit in the pavilion when he went in by himself.

After entering, Fang's father began to look at the things in the pavilion and soon noticed a bowl on the table. His eyes lit up and he picked up the bowl with only a gap.

Squinted his eyes, looking at the bowl carefully.

Li Ming took a deep breath. Is this father Fang's eyes so vicious? He could see the extraordinaryness of Wuliang Bowl at a glance.

"What a broken bowl? You should feed the dog. You can't put the bowl of feeding the dog on the table." Fang's father looked at Li Ming and said, "It's easy to get sick when we get mixed together, remember to pay attention."

"This is not a dog feeding." Li Ming said.

"That's good." Fang's father breathed a sigh of relief, put down the bowl, looked at Li Ming solemnly again, and said, "Remember, the bowl of dogs that eat cannot be mixed with the bowl of humans, and it is easy to get sick."

"Um."

Li Ming nodded. He is not a fool, how could he mix the dog bowl and the human bowl together?

Besides, this is the Wuliang Bowl, which is a powerful magic weapon that can project the heavens.

Although it's a bit broken, it's very useful.

Seeing that Fang's father put down the bowl and continued to look at other things, it was like a way to keep him quiet for a while. He quickly lit the incense burner on the coffee table that had not been used for a long time.

Smoke floated out of the incense burner.

The fragrance in the incense burner has the effect of calming the mind. Soon Fang's father felt drowsy and sat on a chair and fell asleep quickly.

Li Mingcai breathed a sigh of relief, and it was a very wise choice to calm Fang's father down.

He walked out of the pavilion and came to the corridor. He saw Fang Zhongyong sitting on the ground, staring at the dragon pattern wooden sign in his hand to study. Not far away, there was a black dog lying on the ground.

The black dog drooped his ears and stared at Fang Zhongyong, his eyes full of confusion, as if he couldn't see through the child.

Li Ming was about to walk up and talk to Fang Zhongyong, but when he saw him so scared that he fell backwards, his face pale.

Because the words displayed on the wooden sign suddenly jumped, he had already studied it well, and he was shocked and the wooden sign in his hand was thrown out.

Li Ming stepped forward and picked up the dragon pattern wooden sign, and the number displayed was "23".

"Didn't scare you?" Li Ming walked to the child and said.

"It's okay." Fang Zhongyong wiped away the sweat from his forehead and returned to his calmness.

"Can you guess what this is?" Li Ming pointed to the number on the dragon pattern wooden sign.

"No." Fang Zhongyong shook his head, stared at Li Ming's eyes, and said, "There are two words on the wooden sign, one word does not move, the other word will change, a bit like the knot rope text. I want to ask if the moving words have become larger or smaller."

"It's getting smaller." Li Ming replied, from the number "24" to "23", it naturally became smaller.

Fang Zhongyong said: "Then I should be able to guess what happened. This should be a time-calling thing, similar to a sundial."

Li Ming reached out and pinched the child's chubby face and said, "So smart."

Fang Zhongyong pushed Li Ming's hand away with disgust, blinked his eyes, and said, "I have never seen such a time-calling thing. Who are you?"

Li Ming smiled: "Guess?"

"Are you a saint like Confucian Saint?"

"Why do you say that?" Li Ming looked at him.

"I feel, and your temperament, and a sense of detachment. You are definitely not an ordinary person."

"I am indeed not an ordinary person, I am a saint." Li Ming looked at him, "Do you believe it?"

Li Ming planned to fool the child. After all, he said that he was a saint, and he was better than an immortal. Whether it was Fang's father or Fang Zhongyong, the saint was the most awesome in their eyes.

He intends to fool them as a saint.

Fang Zhongyong smiled and said, "Where is a saint who says he is a saint?"

"Didn't your father say all day long that you have the resources of a saint?" Li Ming teased.

"I, this..." Fang Zhongyong's face turned red. It was so shameful, but there was still no way. It was his father who said it, not him.

He quickly changed the subject, not wanting to mention this, and said, "Can you tell me the words on the wooden sign?"

"Do you like reading?" Li Ming asked.

"Yes." Fang Zhongyong nodded.

"Then why are you not studying at a young age and walking around with your father all day?"

"My father said I don't need to read, reading is a fool's job. I am a child prodigy and I don't need to read."

"Do you believe whatever your father says?" Li Ming asked, "Have you ever thought that what your father said was wrong?"

Fang Zhongyong shook his head, never thinking about it.

Li Ming looked at him, probably Fang Zhongyong himself was also confused, but he was smarter than others and was still in the enlightenment stage. Even a child prodigy was easily led by his father.

"You are very smart, but you have to learn to resist. If your father doesn't let you study, you try to resist him."

"I want to be a rebellious son?" Fang Zhongyong looked at Li Ming, "I don't want to be a rebellious son who is stabbed by someone's backbone."

"How can you say that a scholar is a rebellious person?" Li Ming blew his forehead and couldn't help laughing.

Fang Zhongyong still shook his head, he did not dare to disobey his father.

Li Ming said: "If you have been led by your father all the time, do you know what your consequences are?"

Fang Zhongyong shook his head.

Li Ming said: "You can write poetry at the age of five, and there are 'all things that can be seen in literature and science'; you can't be called the previous news at the age of twelve or thirteen; you can't be the first to be heard of; you're 20, and you're all the people'."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhongyong opened his eyes wide, his eyes flashing with luster, and then dimmed again because he didn't believe it very much.

"You're bluffing me?"

"Do you think I'm scaring you?" Li Ming looked at him and said, "I'm a saint, how could I scare you? I've seen through your future."

"How is that possible?" Fang Zhongyong was shocked, his big eyes were full of doubts.

"Do you know why you came to me?"

"have no idea."

"That's because I am a saint, and I'm here to guide you. If your father is stubborn and continues like this, you will eventually become a commoner. I can't bear to watch the good child prodigy fall, so I specially brought you over to wake you up."

"Really?" Fang Zhongyong was half-believing and half-doubting.

He gradually began to believe that after all, he was still a child and was easily fooled.

Li Ming laughed in his heart, just as he continued to trick Fang Zhongyong into the depths.

Suddenly, a heavy and angry voice came from behind.

“Bad talk.”
Chapter completed!