The scholar who was in the straight line between Rongfei and Wuxieju was staggered by a sudden strong wind. Fortunately, there were so many people, so they helped each other to regain their balance, and there was another big raindrop above their heads.
Smashed down.
You can endure some small fashions, but you'd be a fool if you didn't run away from the heavy rain.
The scholars shouted one after another, covered their heads with their hands and ran towards the crowd. But they were stunned as soon as they took two steps. They looked up at the sky and saw a clear sky with no wind or rain.
Looking back again, it was windy and raining again.
Just a short distance away, there are two completely different weather conditions.
What a ghost!
Seeing the wind and rain creating a broad road, Rong Fei immediately put away his magical powers, and the wind and rain suddenly stopped. Then he grabbed an arm of Liu Yingrong and Zhu Leyao each, and his spiritual power was transferred to both legs, before the scholars could react.
, rushing towards the gate of Wuxieju like an arrow from a string.
"What?"
"I didn't see it clearly, it just passed by in a flash."
"Could it be that you really saw a ghost?"
"The sky is clear and the sun is bright, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Half an hour ago, Huang Liangyi ordered two students to wait at the gate to greet Rong Fei and Liu Yingrong. The two people did not leave for long before they retreated in embarrassment.
"Teacher, there are so many people outside, it's impossible to get out."
"I lost one of my shoes."
"Nonsense!"
A great scholar stood up, clapped his legs, blew his beard and roared angrily with eyes wide open.
"What a shame. The face of scholars has been completely lost by these idiots. Go out and tell them to go home and study. If anyone dares not to listen, let him come and talk to my old man face to face."
"Brother Jiepu, why should you be angry? It's natural for young people to join in the fun. Besides, today is a rare literary flourishing in Kyoto in recent years, so let's allow them to be arrogant for once."
Huang Liangyi, who was sitting on the lawn, waved his hand towards Da Ru and said with a smile.
"It's okay to let them be wild for a while, but the time is approaching and the outside is blocked by water. How is Rong Fei going to get in?"
Another great scholar said worriedly.
"Haha, Brother Wenhuai must have forgotten that Rong Fei is still a monk. This little thing can't trouble him."
Huang Liangyi said with relief.
"He won't fight all the way in!"
"Or just bring a group of police officers to arrest and imprison all those who stand in the way. After all, he is a ruthless person who dares to arrest even a third-grade official. The saint of Qiankun Temple was also slapped by him."
"Hey! Look, everyone, that's..."
A great scholar suddenly stood up, pointed at the sky outside the wall and said in surprise.
Upon hearing this, all the great scholars quickly looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw a rain curtain almost ten feet wide falling out of thin air, and around them they could see the raindrops picked up by the strong wind and spreading in all directions.
But on both sides of the rain curtain, there was no wind or rain, and the sun was shining brightly.
There was also a looming rainbow bridge above the rain curtain.
There is a hint of weirdness in the whole picture..z.br
"Haha, it seems that the real owner has arrived. You two should go and greet him quickly."
Huang Liangyi stroked his beard and laughed, and ordered his two disciples to go and greet Rong Fei.
"Mr. Rong has arrived."
Rong Fei, Liu Yingrong and Zhu Leyao had just rushed into the gate of Wuxie Residence and landed when they heard someone shouting.
Immediately, countless heads sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a rain on the three courtyard walls on the left, front and right.
"Hello, Mr. Rong!"
Nearly a hundred scholars raised their hands in greeting in unison, as if they had rehearsed it beforehand.
Rong Fei, who was caught off guard, was a little shocked, but he reacted immediately and returned the gift with a smile.
"Haha, what people's hearts want, today you, the great Confucian, should be right or wrong."
Liu Yingrong suddenly unfolded the folding fan and said excitedly while fanning it.
Zhu Leyao looked proud and proud.
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In the garden in the center of Wuxie, Huang Liangyi sighed when he heard the chorus of the scholars.
"It has been a long time since the Kyoto literary world has seen such a highly anticipated rising star."
"Forty-two years ago, in the royal palace, the late emperor personally appointed Sanyuan as the winner, and the wind and thunder arose. Hahaha, Huang Sanyuan, you must have a desire to win and want to compete with the younger generation."
Huang Sanyuan is Huang Liangyi's nickname, and the person who made fun of him was Fang Datong, the elder of Yaqin Academy who was in the same class as Huang Liangyi in the scientific examination and was ranked second by a hair.
"There have been talented people from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for forty years. Hahaha, I'm an old man, so why should I be stronger or win? I'm just feeling quite relieved."
The two disciples sent by Huang Liangyi hurriedly came to the front of Rong Fei and the others, and bowed deeply.
"I've seen Mr. Rong, Mr. Liu, and Mr. Zhu. The three of you are here, please."
Rong Fei once again said goodbye to the wall, and the fans on the roof followed the two of them towards the central garden. During the process, they passed through each courtyard, and there would be Confucian scholars lined up neatly in front of the courtyard gate, bowing to Rong Fei.
"Mr. Liu Ji of Yueshan Academy wishes a successful start."
"Pang Tong, a graduate of the Imperial College, wishes Mr. Pang a prosperous career."
"Mr. Ling Xujie of White Deer Academy wishes..."
"Mr. Zheng Ziqiuzhu of White Deer Academy..."
The eyes of every Confucian scholar shone with longing and admiration, which made Rong Fei a little ecstatic and forgetful.
No wonder so many people in the previous life wanted to be a star. The feeling of being surrounded by all the stars is indeed quite refreshing.
Rong Fei slowed down and nodded in response.
When he passed by Ling Xujie and Zheng Ziqiu, he smiled at them.
"Zi Qiu Zi Qiu, Mr. Rong smiled at me, he smiled at me!"
Ling Xujie grabbed Zheng Ziqiu's shoulders and shouted excitedly.
Soon, the three of them, Rong and Fei, came to the garden where Wuxie lived in the center.
In the garden, which is full of elegance and looks like a picture scroll, the fifteen scholars are sitting on the ground, leaning against the pillars, using the strange rocks at the foot of the rockery as stools, standing tall and majestic, playing the piano and playing chess with their eyes closed, and all kinds of things.
, to name a few...all sorts of strange things.
The scene in front of him reminded Rong Fei of the famous and unruly Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove in his previous life.
"Hahaha, I hope you will be surprised if you miss me from afar."
Huang Liangyi sat cross-legged on the lawn and smiled at Rong Fei, but he had no intention of getting up to greet him.
The other great scholars also bowed their hands or nodded to Rongfei very casually, even as they said hello.
There were only two serious-looking scholars, looking at Rong Fei up and down with a scrutinizing attitude.
"Dean Huang's words are serious, it's the boy who is flattered."
"Brother Fencheng, please be restrained and sit down wherever you like."
Huang Liangyi pointed his fingers on the lawn.
After hearing this, Rong Fei went to sit on the ground opposite Huang Liangyi, while Liu Yingrong and Zhu Leyao found a place to stand not far behind Rong Fei.
"Today's banquet was in a hurry. It's actually because we, a bunch of old guys, are extremely bored. We heard that a great young talent recently appeared in Kyoto. We were so excited that we wanted to invite you over to see it in person, but we weren't prepared.
Among the delicacies from the mountains and seas, I only brought some fresh fruit and turbid wine at home, so don’t be dissatisfied, Mr. Fencheng."
After Huang Liangyi said this, he raised his hand and clapped it twice. Immediately, a group of his students came over with food trays and placed the various fruits, fruits and drinks on the lawn.
The great scholars who were originally scattered around also gathered around and sat in a circle on their own initiative.
"Look at me, I'm an old fool. Uncle Fencheng has just arrived in Kyoto not long ago. He doesn't know anyone here, but he drinks some kind of wine. Since I'm the master, I'm here to check it out first."
After saying that, Huang Liangyi filled the ocean bowl in front of him with turbid rice wine with green rice grains floating on it. He held it up with his hands like a wealthy man and said respectfully to Rongfei.
"I, the Imperial Academy, offer wine to Huang Liang Yi and pay homage to Fen Chengbo."
"Fang Datong of Yaqin Academy, respectful to the uncle of Fen City."
"Gao Bin of Yueshan Academy, Jing Fencheng Bo."
If he hadn't known in advance that the fifteen people here were all world-famous scholars, Rong Fei would have almost thought that he had gone to Liangshan.
They don't look like great scholars at all. They are clearly a group of wealthy people.
Every time a great scholar introduced himself, he would toast Rongfei with a bowl of wine.
As a junior, Rong Fei couldn't refuse, so he could only bite the bullet and respond.
Although the alcohol content of the home-brewed rice wine was not high, Rong Fei did not have much alcohol capacity. In addition, he had not eaten at noon and had no food in his stomach. After drinking fifteen bowls of rice wine in a row, his body began to sway from side to side, and his eyes began to sway.
I also started to become confused.
When Huang Liangyi saw this, he secretly glanced at Gao Bin and Fang Datong beside him. The two of them smiled knowingly and stood up, holding up their wine bowls towards Rong Feidao.
"Jiangnan is wonderful, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. How can we not remember Jiangnan? Hahaha, I was born in Suizhou, the southern border. Suizhou is full of rivers and picturesque scenery, just like in Fencheng Bo's poem
It is like this. When I first heard the poem "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River", I couldn't help but feel homesick and burst into tears. Just for this poem, I should pay tribute to the uncle of Fencheng again."
"It's true that Uncle Fencheng is so talented in poetry that it puts us to shame. Today is the perfect time for us to meet, so why not write a poem on the spot for us to appreciate it."