Qian Qian stuck out her tongue and said, "Yes, I didn't say I did this. If you don't believe it, I'll recite a few more songs for you."
Then Qianqian recited many verses that she vaguely remembered. The old student's face became darker and darker as he listened. It was not like he had never seen a child prodigy. He thought that he was also famous as a child prodigy back then, but he was grateful for the fear of future generations.
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He stopped Qian Qian, trying to suppress this arrogant child as a master, and said: "You can memorize these poems, but it doesn't necessarily mean you are great. I thought I could compose poems when I was seven years old, so I still
Not convinced by you."
Qian Qian raised her head and said, "Then how can Master be convinced by me? At your age, your knowledge must be higher than mine. No matter how I compare, I can't compare with you. What should I do?"
The master smiled proudly and said: "Of course, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. At such a young age, you actually dare to do anything in front of me. I will do a good job today."
I will treat you and let you know what it means to respect the teacher and respect the Tao!"
I thought to myself, Qian Qian is indeed a child prodigy. As the saying goes, a great teacher makes a great apprentice, I must teach this apprentice well. When she becomes famous in the future, my fame will become even greater.
Qian Qian thought to herself that she must be ruthless, otherwise it would be such a boring life to face such a scary-looking orange-skinned face every day.
Then he smiled and said, "Is this good? Master, let me play a game with you. If you dare to read it out, I will obey you and study with you obediently, okay?"
The master looked at Qianqian kindly and said, "You can also write. Write two and show me."
Qian Qian picked up the brush, but because her hand was too small, she couldn't hold the pen holder. She could only clenched her fist, grabbed the brush tightly, and wrote crookedly on the paper: "Pigs can't even think about it."
Qianqian also deliberately wrote it in order from right to left.
I saw the master tilting his head and looking at it for a long time, then recited it several times, "The pig is so confused when he recited it, what kind of poem is this? It's a masterpiece by a famous artist?"
Qian Qian was laughing so hard that she almost bent over. The master suddenly realized that what she said was "pig" when she said it backwards! She became angry all of a sudden, her face turned red from holding back, and she pointed at Qian Qian with trembling fingers.
He stammered: "You...you actually insulted my teacher like this!"
Qian Qian laughed loudly and said: "Master, your method has long been outdated. If I teach according to your method, I will become a fool in less than two days!"
Fuzi stood up with a roar and said, "What did you say!"
Not to be outdone, Qian Qian stood on the chair and said, "Didn't Confucius say that disciples don't have to be inferior to masters, and masters don't have to be better than disciples? You just think of yourself as a master when you open and close your mouth, and you always rely on your elders. You haven't thought about it.
There will come a time when you fall into the hands of a young kid like me!"
The old master's face began to turn from red to purple, and he was just trembling, pointing at Qian Qian and speechless.