"No, the master said I can't go down the mountain unless I become number one in the world."

"You are stupid. Your master didn't say that the best in the world is the best in martial arts, eating the most, and reading the most. Aren't they all first? Forget it, you are just stupid. Little Taoist priest, I want to ride a crane~"

"What are you doing riding a crane?"

"Ride a crane and go down to the south of the Yangtze River. Not only do I want to go down to the south of the Yangtze River, I also want to see the bamboo sea in Western Chu, the mountains in the far west that reach to the sky, and the thousands of lights in the capital..."

He must be in his mid-twenties this year. Ten years have passed by in a blink of an eye. He is still young, but the truth he speaks is always significant.

"Bull rider, I may not be able to see you become the best in the world." Xu Zhihu murmured in a low voice. When he looked up again, there was no trace of the young man in purple.

"Er Qiao, let's go too." Xu Zhihu called softly.

"Ah? Miss, I, I, eh, where is the young master?" Er Qiao woke up from a dream, rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, and indeed the purple young master was gone.

Xu Zhihu joked: "Gee, is it possible that Er Qiao is also in love with spring? I think the young man in purple is also a very good man. In terms of appearance, he is not inferior to my younger brother. In terms of martial arts, we all saw it just now.

Appearing and leaving without a trace like this is not necessarily any worse than the Xitang Sword Immortal of the Lu family. If Er Qiao likes her, I will make the decision to help you marry that handsome young man back."

"Miss, I, I don't have it..." Er Qiao's voice sounded like a mosquito. She blushed more times that day than in the past few years.

...

...

Outside Baoguo Temple

A scholar in shabby clothes was writing in front of a slate.

Clouds and mist loomed on the stone slab, and within a moment there was another figure hovering in the mist. It had the head of a camel, the antlers of a snake, the body of a snake, four claws on its belly, and a beard beside its mouth.

This scholar is so bold as to draw a dragon!

As the ink spreads, the dragon's shadow becomes clearer and clearer, and the dragon is majestic, as if it is about to leap out of the stone slab.

At the end of the painting, the scholar, who seemed to have the help of a god, stopped writing and smiled at the little beggar beside him: "Old rules, I draw the dragon, you do the eye-catching."

The little beggar who was picking up coins in front of the Baoguo Temple narrowed his eyes into a crescent shape. He took the pen and tapped the dragon's head twice, saying: "Brother Chen's painting is beautiful, but after I click on it, the dragon always feels like

It can’t fly out of the stone slab.”

The scholar touched the little beggar's head and said softly: "When the time comes, the dragon will naturally fly out from the stone slab."

A few months ago, he met a Confucian scholar in green clothes in Baoguo Temple. From the man's behavior and a few words, he could get a glimpse of the identity of this Confucian scholar. Although he was not as well-known as the great Confucian scholars in the world, he was still similar.

How could it be that such a person could have a few words of conversation with a poor man like him without deep meaning?

Maybe that person is a noble person, and it is unknown if he, a poor scholar, could transform into a dragon.

"Really?" The little beggar added a few more strokes on the dragon's head to make the dragon look more realistic.

The scholar lowered his head and looked at the little beggar and said, "When did Brother Chen deceive Tinkerbell?"

The little beggar nodded heavily and said "Yes".

After the dragon was drawn, the little beggar smiled to himself, with a bit of ink still hanging on his nose, which was really cute.

The scholar packed up his pen and ink and left with the little beggar.

The little beggar on the road was chirping and recounted the scene in front of the Patriotic Temple yesterday.

The scholar's face was filled with sorrow, and he was silently mourning. In the eyes of superiors, the lives of people from poor families are as worthless as grass.

The little beggar didn't notice the scholar's face. He hesitated for a while and then said uncertainly: "Brother Chen, my illness seems to be cured."

The scholar took the little beggar's hand and asked, "Really?"

The little beggar nodded.

The scholar patted his forehead and thought to himself that he was confused. Tinker Bell was not a doctor, so how did he know about his condition?

Mostly just to comfort myself.

Seeing the scholar's sad face, the little beggar explained: "Brother Chen, you are really feeling better. When I woke up early in the morning, my chest was no longer tight and painful for some reason. Didn't I stop coughing all the way?"

The scholar thought for a moment and realized that this was indeed the case. He couldn't help but said with great joy: "Let's go sell the calligraphy first, and then find the doctor to take a look!"

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