NOVEL NEXT Chapter 22 You have to force me to pretend
The person who spoke was Father Fang, who just fell asleep in a daze, and just woke up, and heard someone fooling his son, how could he not be angry.
Nonsense, don't teach my son badly.
Father Fang hurriedly pulled his son away, looked at Li Ming with vigilance, and said, You dare to call yourself a saint and give your name. Which saint are you?
The boy in front of him looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he pretended to be a saint. He had never heard of such a young saint.
Definitely a charlatan.
Seeing that Li Ming didn't speak, Father Fang's face became even more proud, and said:
Don't be speechless. I know you're a liar. I'm too embarrassed to expose you. I've seen a lot of liars like you.
Which liar have you ever seen trick him into studying?
... Fang's father was speechless for a while, not knowing what this young man was doing. He really didn't look like a charlatan, but he always felt weird, and said:
What the hell are you trying to do?
Don't worry, let's talk slowly if we have something to say.
Li Ming took out a shiny pearl from his arms and stuffed it into Father Fang's hand.
Father Fang, who was still a little angry, calmed down all of a sudden, and carefully looked at the pearl in his hand. The more he looked at it, the more pleasantly surprised he was. This thing must be very valuable.
Sure enough, he is a rich man.
So, he relaxed his posture and said with a smile: I may have had a bad attitude just now, brother, didn't you have something to talk to me just now, you can tell me as much as you want.
He also pulled Li Ming further away, fearing that Li Ming's nonsense would be heard by his son.
The 360-degree change in attitude surprised Li Ming.
Sure enough, money can turn ghosts, let alone such a person who is greedy for small money and short-sighted.
Seeing that his attitude had also changed, Li Ming climbed up the pole and said, You have heard part of what I said just now. Do you think what I said is correct?
Actually, I just heard you say that you are a saint, and I also heard you say that my son will perish.
It's good to hear it, I'm telling the truth. Li Ming stopped talking with him and went straight to the point.
How is this possible? Fang's father took a pearl from Li Ming just now, otherwise, he would have jumped up and beat him at this time, Leaving aside the matter of whether you are a saint or not, my son Fang Zhongyong is a child prodigy, how could he fall?
Look at those powerful characters, such as Confucius, Guanzi, and Laozi, none of these are intelligent people, but they did not rely on their own talents to stop studying; there is also Mengmu Sanqian, you should tell this story Well, the mother moved three times for her son to study hard; your son is very good, if you let him study hard at this age, his future achievements will be limitless, and then there is no need for money. There is no need to rush for success now. Now you should, even if you are so poor that you sell your property, you have to let him study, so that you can live in a castle in the sky like me in the future...
Li Ming gestured and lectured, but it was useless.
Because he looks too young for his age.
If it was an old man, or Kong Sheng appeared, Father Fang might listen.
In the eyes of middle-aged men, Li Ming is just a brat.
He doesn't really care about what he says.
A child who looks so much younger than you tells you a lot of truths, and it is impossible for anyone to listen to you.
You may even feel that what you said doesn't make sense, and it's a little embarrassing.
Fang's father was not angry, because Li Ming was rich, so he smiled lightly and said:
Well, we don't need to talk so much. You compete with my son, pointing at things and composing poems. If you can beat my son, everything will be easy to talk about.
Are you sure you want your son to compare with me? Li Ming looked at him.
Sure.
Row.
Li Ming was still thinking about how to find an entry point just now.
After his words, he finally found the point of entry. This Fang father has a mysterious confidence in his son.
If I can defeat him dignifiedly and squarely, then the situation will be different.
Father Fang believes in saints.
It seems that I, Li Ming, have to conceal the name of saint.
Zhongyong, come here, you are now competing with this young man in pointing and writing poetry, remember, you have to give way to this young man, don't let him lose too embarrassingly. Fang's father said proudly.
No need, kid, you have to do your best, because once I make a move, you won't have a chance. Li Ming said lightly.
Hahaha. Father Fang laughed loudly, didn't say much, just stared at Li Ming, he was young and frivolous after all.
Fang Zhongyong suddenly felt a pressure.
I also met a lot of scholars in Jinxi County, but they were not as good as me. I don't know why I felt a lot of pressure in front of this person who was not a few years older than him.
You come first, you can point to things and write poems, it doesn't matter how many capitals you make. Li Ming said.
You should come first.
Fang Zhongyong licked his little lips, he felt that Li Ming's aura was very strong, and even Fang's father who was beside him could faintly feel it.
The young man's sharpness beside him was like a sleeping dragon awakening, and Jinze was faintly erupting on him.
The black dog who had been lying on the ground with drooping ears also perked up.
I said that if I make a move, you will have no chance to make a move. Li Ming said lightly.
Zhong Yong, you attack first, overwhelm his aura, let him surrender before he even has a chance to attack. Fang's father pointed to the environment here, and said: You write a poem based on the environment here.
Fang Zhongyong looked around, waterfalls, flowing water, gardens, peach blossom forests, castles in the air.
After a while, a poem came to my mind:
Peach blossoms and butterflies grow in the waves between the shores, castles in the sky are painted with fog and clouds.
The waterfall is like a jade curtain, and the barb lotus hangs in the air.
The mountains are high and the rivers are long and the meaning is endless. The rivers and lakes will see each other again.
There are boundless roads in the book, and I promise to be ethereal in the world.
The poem is finished.
Fang Zhongyong looked at Li Ming with a little complacency on his face.
Papa... Fang's father couldn't understand what his son was talking about, but he felt so strong that he kept applauding, looked at Li Ming triumphantly, and said:
It's your turn.
Li Ming was stunned, completely unable to understand what Fang Zhongyong meant, but he was really surprised that a child could do so well, and he was no longer picky about anything.
Do you want another poem? Li Ming asked.
No need, the poem just now is enough. Fang Zhongyong said.
Don't delay any longer, hurry up and come up with a poem, I want to see your literary talent. Fang's father also said.
I said that I am a saint, but you don't believe me, that's good, now I will let you know what the highest state of a saint is. Li Ming showed a faint smile on his face.
Fang Zhongyong and Fang's father looked at Li Ming at the same time, and said, What realm?
Li Ming took it easy and said: The highest state of a saint is to startle the wind and rain when the pen falls, and weep ghosts and gods when the book is finished. You have to be optimistic, I am going to make a move.