Dusk time.

Chonghua Academy, inside Jingxin Courtyard, one of the small courtyards.

The room was brightly lit, with books on shelves everywhere, poems and posters hung on the walls, and paper, ink, pens and inkstones placed on the table.

No matter how you look at it, this place doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner's house, but a scholar's study.

At this time, a young man was standing behind the desk, his eyes slightly lowered as he stared at the rice paper with half a poem written on it. He held a large black nanmu calligraphy brush between his fingers. The tip of the pen was stained with ink, but

Haven't put pen to paper yet.

Next to the paper, there is a copy of "Chongyuan Poems".

However, the strange thing is that this young man is more than nine feet tall. He looks sturdy and tall, but he is wearing a scholar's shirt, a scholar's bun, and an elegant scholar's scarf.

There is also a touch of bookishness in the room, which looks quite strange.

After hanging the brush for a long time, the young man slowly put down the brush, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "I finally brewed some poetry, and this distraction is gone."

Lin Lan was speechless.

Why do these people who like to compose poetry have the same reason for not being able to write poetry themselves?

The master of Jiuyue Pavilion used this reason before, and Mo Jinhuan, who looked like he should be a fierce general, is saying the same thing now?

"Sorry for the long wait."

Mo Jinhuan put down the brush and turned to look at Lin Lan. After sizing it up, he said, "I just heard you say, your name is Lin Lan?"

Before coming, Lin Lan deliberately restrained his calmness, and immediately slightly cupped his hands and said: "It's the student."

"I seem to have heard this name somewhere..." Mo Jinhuan couldn't help but reveal a hint of thought.

Lin Lan said: "I just entered school recently."

Mo Jinhuan glanced at him and said: "I know you are the prodigy who recently entered the palace. I just said that your name sounds familiar. My mother seemed to have mentioned it..."

Having said this, he shook his head slightly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lin Lan did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "I came to visit this time to ask Mo Jiaoyu if he is willing to teach his students "Only My True Body"?"

"Aren't you a swordsman prodigy?" Mo Jinhuan asked doubtfully: "You are a good swordsman, reciting poems and drinking wine to practice swordsmanship. Isn't this cool? Why do you want to learn such a reckless magical power as "Only My True Body"?"

Fan Qingyao next to her couldn't help laughing.

This Mo Jinhuan is clearly the son of the Fengtian Army's commander, Taishi Yan. He was born as a general and can be called a young commander, but he actually thinks that his father's magical powers and his grandfather's proud magical powers are the magical powers of a reckless man.

?

However, looking at the young marshal's study and scholar's attire, we can see that he does not like to wield swords and guns, but likes pen, ink, paper and inkstone, which is understandable.

Moreover, this Mo Jiaoyu was the only son of Taishi Yan, but he did not take his father's surname, but his mother's surname Mo, which was indeed quite rebellious.

"For personal reasons, I can't say more." Lin Lan shook his head gently.

Mo Jinhuan glanced at him and said: "It's not that I don't want to. You and I are from the same school. If there are other magical powers, it's okay to teach them to you, but this "Only My True Body" magical power is different. My father has already set the rules.

, Anyone who wants to learn this magical power must serve in the Fengtian Army for one year before he can teach it. Even I am not an exception. If my father had not insisted on learning it, I would not want to learn such a reckless person."

"I don't have time to serve at the moment."

Lin Lan frowned and then asked: "Is there really no other way? If Mo Jiaoyu is willing to teach magical powers, he can put forward his own conditions. If I can accept it, I will agree without any regrets."

Mo Jinhuan shook his head and said, "This is a rule, and there's nothing I can do about it."

As he said that, he looked at Lin Lan casually and said, "Besides, I don't have any conditions to offer. The most important thing about you is the heavy sword sharpening stone left by the sword master, right? But for someone like me who doesn't know the way of swordsmanship,

Talking, but it’s useless.”

"Is there really no leeway?" Lin Lan asked.

Hearing this, Mo Jinhuan felt a little unhappy. He frowned slightly and said, "I told you, these are the rules. How can I be allowed to break them at will?"

After saying that, he picked up the brush again, looked at the rice paper on the table, and said calmly: "Mr. Lin's visit at this time has ruined the poetic meaning of my calligraphy and disturbed my elegance. For the sake of my fellow disciples,

I don’t care about it, but please don’t mention this matter again. If you want to talk about poetry and articles with me, you are welcome at any time, but these things are better avoided.”

Fan Qingyao was a little unhappy when he heard this, and couldn't help but said: "Mo Jiaoyu, as a martial arts instructor, you shouldn't be teaching students poetry and articles, right?"

However, Mo Jinhuan glanced at her and said: "If you students are dissatisfied, you can always go to the prison or Jijiu to file a complaint against me and remove my teaching. If you can succeed, I will also thank you."

, I did not volunteer to be this evangelist.”

Fan Qingyao was speechless.

"If you two have nothing else to do, please come back." Mo Jinhuan began to see off the guests.

But Lin Lan looked at the half poem on the rice paper on the table without saying a word, and suddenly said: "Mo Jiaoyu, if I read it correctly, this should be a poem by the first imperial master, right? What happened?

Has Cheng Mo taught the poem?"

"Um?"

Mo Jinhuan glanced at him and couldn't help but said in surprise: "You actually know that this is a poem by the first imperial master?"

"Glow-in-the-dark cup of fine grape wine. If you want to drink, please drink Pipa immediately."

Lin Lan read the half poem on the rice paper softly, and then nodded slightly, "Of course I remember these poems clearly."

"Don't talk big words." Mo Jinhuan stared at Lin Lan, "These are poems that were lost when Chonghua was burned down 360 years ago. I have been collecting them for a long time, but they are only in one piece.

I only found half of them in my mountain travel notes, but you actually recognize them?"

Lin Lan didn't say much, just whispered: "The next step is... Lord Moxiao who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"

Mo Jinhuan was slightly startled at first, then recited these two sentences several times, and then connected the upper and lower lines together several times. Then his eyes lit up, he quickly picked up the pen and wrote down the lines on the paper.

Immediately, he took half a step back and admired the complete poem again. He couldn't help but look at it again and again with great joy.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! When I first saw the word 'horse' in the upper column of this poem, I vaguely felt that the upper column was expressing the banquet before the expedition. Now when I saw the lower column, it turned out to be so.

In the poetic state, the poetic meaning is completely natural, is it really a good place?"

Mo Jinhuan recited it again happily, then turned to look at Lin Lan, then raised his hands, bowed deeply on the spot, and said with some shame: "Brother Lin, my words were a little rude just now.

I hope you won’t care about it.”

Fan Qingyao, who was standing next to him, was a little stunned by the way he, a tall man who was just over two meters tall, was stooping and bowing.

"Don't teach."

Lin Lan had expected it, so he was not surprised at all. He just said: "Do you think these two sentences I said are the bottom line of this poem?"

"Yes, of course." Mo Jinhuan nodded immediately.

He didn't believe that Lin Lan made the order on the spot after just one glance. Even if that was the case, a person with such poetic talent still deserved this gift from him.

"I don't know..." Mo Jinhuan hesitated and said, "Where did Brother Lin get this poem?"

Lin Lan said casually: "I just saw it accidentally in an unknown ancient book."

Mo Jinhuan was stunned for a moment and looked at Lin Lan speechlessly, as if his face said, 'Can you make it any more false?'

However, he still had someone to ask for, so naturally he would not reveal the truth and ask questions. He just coughed and said, "I wonder if the ancient book that Brother Lin got can be lent to me for reading?"

Lin Lan said directly: "I accidentally burned it."

Mo Jinhuan was speechless for a while, obviously not believing Lin Lan's words at all, but what could he do?

He coughed again and asked, "May I ask Brother Lin how many poems by the Holy Master are in that ancient book that was burned?"

Lin Lan said: "I didn't count, it should be quite a lot."

"Quite a lot?"

Don't be surprised.

Now he was completely sure that Lin Lan was talking nonsense.

Any poem by the Holy Master is enough to be compiled into a volume, attracting many annotations and interpretations by many people in the literary world. And the book that can record many poems is unknown how thick it is, and how could it be obtained accidentally?

Yeah, why didn’t you accidentally burn it?

"Brother Lin, I have a gracious favor."

Mo Jinhuan looked at Lin Lan sincerely, "I have admired Master Saint Master for such a peerless poet for a long time. I have loved the poetry of this Saint Master since I was a child. It is a pity that in the past eight hundred years, I, Dayu, have experienced too many disasters.

As a result, many famous poems have been lost, so I have collected these poems everywhere. Unfortunately, most of the poems are incomplete, and only some of the most popular famous lines have been handed down."

He sighed: "Although I overestimate my ability and want to complete it, my talent is limited. If I want to complete it, I am afraid that no one in the world can do it. Fortunately, God bless the literary world of Dayu, and Brother Lin remembers these amazing things."

Poetry."

At this point, Mo Jinhuan hesitated for a moment and then said: "I wonder if Brother Lin can help me complete these poems? Don't worry, you only need to dictate them. I guarantee that it won't cost Brother Lin too much time."

"It's a small matter, of course it's no problem." Lin Lan agreed immediately.

"Really?" Mo Jinhuan was ecstatic.

"This is natural." Lin Lan nodded, and then sighed: "It's just that my memory is not very good, and I can't remember some of it clearly."

"Can't remember?"

Mo Jinhuan glanced at Lin Lan. He didn't look like someone with a bad memory. That meant...

Immediately, he coughed and said: "The magical power "Only My True Body" passed down from my family can strengthen my body. I can use it to feed the Hui Mansion and make people wise. Why don't you try it, Brother Lin?"
Chapter completed!