Luo Zhirong smiled bitterly: "It's already autumn, and in a few days it will be the day of the Plum Garden Autumn Party. If you are interested, sir, please make preparations in advance."
Song Zheng nodded, this matter cannot be delayed, he must get the new Dao Lei Cauldron Book.
"Okay, I'll recruit literary cultivators in the next few days."
Most talented people also have backbone. Mr. Song is now notorious, so it may be difficult to recruit monks with literary talent.
He passed on the order, thinking that there would always be people in the six states in the south of the Yangtze River who would give up for five buckets of rice. But for three days in a row, all the people who came were scum. With these people, it would be better for Song Zheng to go into battle himself. After all, he was also a scholar.
When this day came, he really couldn't recruit anyone, so he found a few clerks from the yamen to accompany him and set off.
Luo Zhirong looked at the crooked melons and cracked dates behind Song Zheng and shook his head secretly. He was no longer optimistic about the outcome of the trip. He guessed that Song Zheng still thought that his status would get him some preferential treatment, but Luo Zhirong knew Lin too well.
It's shocking, that guy was a man who didn't even pay the late emperor's debt.
What is Song Zheng thinking? In fact, he has no plan. Everything he knows about Lin Zhengu currently comes from Luo Zhirong's explanation. He doesn't understand Lin Zhengu, so he can't come up with any countermeasures.
Once you are able to go, you can adapt accordingly.
…
Lin Zhengu is not well-known in the world because he also came from an outer world.
But it was not Hongwu's Outer World Celestial Clan. Regarding his origin, Luo Zhirong also said something unclear. Song Zheng probably understood: Lin Zhengu was probably an "abandoned disciple" of another country's Outer World Celestial Clan. As for why he became an abandoned disciple,
Disciple, I'm afraid it's another bloody story about the fight between the descendants and concubines of the big sects and big families.
Lin Zhengu probably wanted to work hard to prove himself since he was a child, but he was never recognized and was even completely given up in the end. He came to the Hongwu Dynasty and became extremely flattering, probably to make up for this lack of childhood.
Under the leadership of Luo Zhirong, everyone headed north, turned northwest when they arrived in Jingzhou, and within a few days, arrived in a vast mountain.
It is still a sultry season in the south of the Yangtze River, but in the north, it is already a chilling autumn. The autumn wind blows, and the leaves in the mountains are half yellow and half green. Coupled with the red leaves of some special tree species, this mountainous area looks gorgeous and full of colors.
Intoxicating natural beauty.
This is the very famous Taiheng Mountain of the Hongwu Dynasty. It is vast and thousands of miles wide. There are several extremities in it, and the void is unique. There are even several "entrances" that appear and disappear, leading to unknown mysterious voids. There are strange beasts and some
Chongbao has special creatures and can even enlighten people in the world.
There are many mysterious legends about Mount Taiheng in the Hongwu Dynasty.
Luo Qingwei led them into Taiheng Mountain from the "Guanghe Valley" pass. They walked for most of the day, covering hundreds of miles of mountain roads. In the evening, a majestic mountain peak appeared in front of them. On the top of the mountain, there was a palace with golden tiles and cornices.
, the setting sun shines with rays of light.
"That is Lin Zhengu's 'God-made Palace', and the building on the hillside is the 'God-made Lower Courtyard'. The poetry section of the Plum Garden Autumn Festival is held in the Eternal Plum Garden on the back mountain, and cannot be seen here.
The second half of the auction will be held in Shenzhuo Palace, but everyone’s residence is arranged in the lower courtyard of Shenzhuo.”
As he was talking, a spiritual talisman flew in front of him, and he suddenly pulled it up in front of everyone and turned into a posture of "facing" everyone. Someone's voice came from the spiritual talisman: "May I ask which fellow Taoist is visiting the Shenzhuo Palace?
"
Luo Zhirong stepped forward: "I, Luo Zhirong of Yuxu Sect, was invited to attend Brother Lin's Plum Garden Autumn Party. These are my friends."
An exclamation came from the spiritual talisman: "It turns out to be Senior Luo from Yuxu Sect. Please wait a moment. I will go and report to Master right now. Master has specially told me that Senior Luo must personally greet him when he comes."
Luo Zhirong smiled lightly and didn't make too many polite remarks. Although Lin Zhengu had a somewhat eccentric temperament, he still knew the ins and outs. As a representative of the Outer Heaven Clan, he should be treated like this.
There was no sound in the spiritual talisman. After a short wait, a spiritual light flew up from the Divine Palace. It was multi-colored and looked like a long cloud blown by the wind. It was soft but fast. A loud laugh came from it, and the owner seemed
Extremely happy: "Brother Zhirong, I send you invitations every time. You finally think of me, my old brother, and are willing to come and take a look? Hahaha."
The colorful aura came closer in an instant, but it was a feather fan, soft and comfortable, flying very fast. Sitting on it was a middle-aged male cultivator who was about the same age as Luo Zhirong, but his hair was as long as fire, and his eyebrows were condensed.
A special ice-blue crystal eye appears, I don’t know what kind of magical power it is.
Luo Zhirong also smiled and said: "I don't dare to come. If I come here, I have to flatter you and rush to give you money. I'm not that rich."
"Hahaha." Lin Zhengu didn't take his joke seriously and got off the treasure: "That's all I have a hobby for." He pointed at Song Zheng and others: "Who are these?"
Luo Zhirong introduced him: "Actually, the reason for coming here this time is mainly for this person, Mr. Song Zhengsong, the inspector of the six states in the south of the Yangtze River, the most famous person in Hongwu recently..."
Lin Zhengu didn't care much, waved his hand and said: "What are you talking about? Since he is your friend, you should have told him the rules. Of course I will take care of the people you brought, but the rules cannot be broken. At most
It’s just a matter of lowering some standards.”
Song Zheng nodded, roughly understanding what kind of person Lin Zhengu was.
Luo Zhirong wanted to say more, but Lin Zhengu had already pulled his sleeve: "Come on, come on, long time no see, come and play a game with me. These disciples and guests in the palace are very bad at chess, and they are far inferior to me.
They will be killed in a few or two strokes without leaving a single piece of armor behind, but I still enjoy playing chess with you."
Luo Zhirong gave Song Zheng a helpless look, and Song Zheng expressed his understanding.
Lin Zhengu dragged Luo Zhirong away, but obviously Luo Zhirong's face was very useful. A direct disciple of Lin Zhengu came up to him, cupped his fists and said: "Everyone, please follow me. Master has ordered that you are all distinguished guests.
Tell me anything you need at any time."
Song Zheng and several others followed behind. This feeling is now very novel for Song Zheng: in most cases nowadays, others are looking at his face, and this time he is borrowing from others.
He smiled and followed the man into the lower courtyard of God's Creation.
"The Meiyuan Autumn Meeting starts tomorrow. Let's take a rest first. I'm afraid Senior Luo won't come back. Master finally caught an opponent. I'm afraid I'm going to have to get over my chess addiction today." The disciple said with a smile.
Shi Zhonghe nodded: "Okay, thank you very much, senior brother."
Song Zheng could see that Lin Zhengu was indeed straightforward. Tomorrow was the Meiyuan Autumn Party, and all the guests had arrived tonight, but he did not greet the guests and only played chess.
Lu Wanmin also smiled and said: "Sure enough, people with great ability can be willful."
Everyone laughed. He and Qi Bingchen were top ancestors with hundreds of years of cultivation experience. They had encountered such perverse personalities of talented people many times and didn't take it seriously.
Song Zheng had his own capacity, and of course he would not care about it.
He said to several civil servants: "You can go down and rest, and do your best tomorrow."
Several civil servants were worried and uneasy along the way. They knew how much they were worth, and they were afraid that if they could not complete the task, the adults would be angry with them. Now that they heard what Song Zheng said, although they were still a little worried about the moodiness of the superiors, they
Finally feeling a little more at ease.
Lu Wanmin waited for them to walk out before asking Song Zheng: "Sir... you have given up hope for the Plum Garden Autumn Meeting tomorrow?"
Song Zheng's expression became complicated, and he nodded slowly after hesitating. He was still a little unhappy about such a trick, and felt a little conflicted in his heart.
Otherwise, given his status, it would be impossible to find a talented literary cultivator in the entire six states? Impossible.
"Then Sir..."
Song Zheng said: "I want to come here and think about a solution." He waved his hand: "Tomorrow, the Meiyuanqiu meeting will take a look at the situation and then make a decision."
Qi Bingchen and others nodded.
…
The next day, under dozens of huge thousands-year-old plum blossoms, Lord Song Zheng, the most popular young official in the Hongwu Celestial Dynasty, looked a little ugly.
Luo Zhirong seemed very embarrassed when he was with him.
Several civil servants' faces were filled with shame, and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat. Their performance cannot be said to be bad. It is already very good compared to their level. However, the level of other people around them far exceeds theirs. It's not that they are not trying their best.
Really lack of ability.
At the end of the poetry meeting, Song Zheng and his party ranked last.
Lin Zhengu, who was surrounded by everyone like stars holding the moon in the center, was glowing red. This time, several aristocratic families had indeed invited several very high-level literary practitioners, and some of the poems they wrote were very much in line with his wishes, even if they were
In the future, when I die and pass away, with these poems passed down to the world, I will be famous throughout the ages.
He was so proud that he didn't care about Song Zheng and others.
But when I saw Luo Zhirong, I was still a little dissatisfied: These people you brought here are too perfunctory, right?
Lin Zhengu didn't have to buy into Song Zheng's fault, but Luo Zhirong still wanted to maintain a good relationship with Song Zheng, so he took the initiative and said, "Sir, don't be anxious. I'll go talk to Brother Lin when it's almost over."
Song Zheng nodded slightly, not holding out much hope.
When others had finished praising Lin Zhengu and it was already very late, Lin Zhengu laughed: "You are all guests from afar. Tonight, Mr. Lin will prepare a small amount of wine in Shenzhuo Palace to get drunk with everyone."
."
He said with a slight contentment: "In the mountains and wilds, there is nothing good to entertain everyone. Fortunately, the ingredients are fresh, and they are all wild beasts and insects from the nearby extremity. I ordered the guests to hunt them down and cut off the best parts directly.
, cooking alchemy.”
Everyone was smiling happily, and naturally followed the trend with another wave of flattery: "Master Lin is so generous."
"This is an opportunity that I would never have had in the capital to cook alchemy directly."
"Such a feast should be called a joy!"
Song Zheng completely understood that this guy was probably not only suffering from a lack of childhood, he also liked to show off.
Chapter completed!