When he came to the old man, Liu Hua bowed: "I'm paying respects to the old man. I want to enter this Shilin Villa. I wonder if the old man can do it?"

"Yes, you just need to answer my old question." The old man paused and said, "I have abandoned my youth for decades to study my studies, but over the years, I have not even passed the exam for a scholar. This result really makes me ashamed."

When the old man said this, his face couldn't help but show a hint of redness, and it seemed that he himself knew he was embarrassed.

Seeing this, Liu Hua hooked his right finger and comforted him in a embarrassed tone: "Ahem...what...this means that you have learned the basic knowledge more solidly, learned more seriously, and learned more carefully."

It would be fine if Liu Hua didn't persuade him. After listening to his persuasion, the old man almost found a crack in the ground to get into it. After coughing twice, he hurriedly changed the topic: "When I was talking, what are you talking randomly?"

I am expressing my inner state before I set the question. If I don’t understand, don’t get involved. I gave up a happy relationship because of my studies. I have never experienced the love between men and women in the world since then, so I want to know what love is.

You should use a seven-character quatrain to describe a complete love in the world in this poem. This poem should contain longing, encounter, joy, happiness, surprise, distress, sorrow, liberation, and enlightenment.

I want to find an answer. Is love important in my life? Or is my career important? Seeing that my old friends back then were all full of descendants and the couple loved each other for half a lifetime, only I was alone and had no support. So I was a little confused. I wanted to know if the path I chose in this life was worth it?

I have already agreed with Mr. Ziyong that if no one can answer my old question, then by the opening of the Wenqu Competition, I will keep guarding this gate until the person who can help me explain my doubts appears."

After hearing the old man's self-reported experience, Liu Hua understood that the old guy in front of him gave up everything for his study and even wanted his girlfriend. However, after decades, he failed to achieve success, was not worthy of his reputation, was alone and had no children.

Now this old guy is old and sees that all his friends back then are reunited, his wife is virtuous, his children are filial, so he has a question in his heart. He doesn't know if he has given up everything because he has persisted in studying over the years. Is it worth it? He wants to know whether it is love in the world important? Or career?

Looking at the old pedantic with wrinkles in front of him, Liu Hua sighed and said softly: "The questions raised by the old man need to have considerable accumulation of life before they can be answered.

I am still young and have insufficient life experience, so I cannot understand my mood. However, when I was traveling with my master, I once heard a story.

The protagonist of the story is a strange man in the Hunting Sect. His life is like a mystery and a legend. Because his identity has many taboos, I will not mention his name.

This strange man was originally a young man full of knowledge, extremely smart, both civil and military, handsome and elegant. He lived a life of dancing and poetry with his confidante every day. The two traveled around the world and traveled all over the world, and lived a leisurely and comfortable life.

But one day, someone found the young man and said that he was the reincarnation of a god and asked him to take over a position with great power, and it was not allowed to be rejected. However, once he took over that position, the love in the world must not be attached to him. In other words, from this moment on, the young man must separate from his confidante.

Later, for various reasons, the young man took over that position of great power, but when he was worshipped by thousands of believers, he could not forget his confidante and could not give up that relationship.

One day, the young man wrote a poem to express his inner emotional world. Now I tell the old man that the poem, perhaps, the old man can find the answer he wants from this poem.”

After the words came to an end, Liu Hua paused, recalled for a moment, and then said softly:

"Beauty is not born from the mother's fertility, it should be the growth of a peach tree.

I already hate that peach blossoms are easy to fall, and that fallen flowers are more affectionate than yours.

When you are still, practice stopping and contemplation, and you will be clear and clear.

If you use this mind to learn the Tao, what is the difficulty of becoming a Buddha?

If you have the same heart and the same fate, you will have the same fate. Even if you have a short life, you will have a short mind.

On the day when I meet you again, Yushu is in the wind.

Do not observe birth and death and impermanence, but pursue reincarnation and death.

He is extremely smart and proud of his worldly wisdom, and sighs that he is always in a vast world.

The wild horses on the hill are hard to tame, and the trap is still able to control the body.

I sigh that I have enough supernatural powers and cannot subdue the people by my pillow.

I want to lean on the green window to accompany you, but I regretted that I mistreated my way in this life.

I have the intention to hold a bowl of the jungle, but I have a love affair with the beauty.

Meditation and meditation, open your eyes and pray for the Three Jewels to the spiritual surrender platform.

When did the saints in the sight see each other? They came without asking for help.

He went into the mountain to visit the Taoist monk and asked the master to explain the reason.

Fight for lovesickness without restraint, and the mind is like a monkey and a monkey.

I once thought that I was sentimental to harm my Brahma, but when I entered the mountain, I was afraid that I would be intoxicated by the city.

How can you obtain both Dharma in the world and live up to the Tathagata and live up to you?"

When Liu Hua's voice fell, the scene suddenly fell into silence. Everyone was silently savoring the poems that Liu Hua read. No one expected that there were such poems in the world that were rumbling and rippling.

Therefore, while these talented men and women on the scene were shocked, they were also trying hard to remember this poem. They wanted to keep the poem and the story of the owner of the poem to continue to be passed on.

At this moment, everyone shouted in their hearts: "Just relying on hearing this poem, even if they cannot pass the test at the door, this trip to Shilin Villa is still worth the trip." Several innocent young women all looked at Liu Hua with affectionate eyes. They were all full of admiration and curiosity for Liu Hua.

Looking at the old scholar again, he stood up with his eyes lost sight, and kept muttering to himself, "How can I have the whole world do you have to let the Buddha down and you not let you down." In the end, he didn't know what he thought of? Two old tears actually appeared in his eyes.

After about a cup of tea, Liu Hua saw that the old man's mood had almost recovered, so he whispered: "The old man's request is to write forty lines of poetry, but this poem only costs thirty-six lines. I originally wanted to fill in the remaining four lines myself, but I was afraid that it would be a big deal to destroy the artistic conception of this poem. Mr., I wonder if this poem can pass the following?"

While Liu Hua was talking, the old man had calmed down his emotions: "Although the little young master's poem was not created by himself, he still missed four sentences, but the artistic conception contained in this poem has benefited me a lot.

The bright moon in the sky is still in phases, and the universe in the world is still divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter. How can the world be perfect? ​​Congratulations to the young master for passing the test. This is a passable card. Please keep it. The Wenqu Competition is about to begin in a few days. I hope the young master can achieve a good result."

After the words came, the old man handed a wooden token to Liu Hua, and then opened the door behind him. When the door of Shilin Villa was opened, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old book boy came to Liu Hua with a respectful expression: "Please, please?"
Chapter completed!