Film and TV: Traveling through countless worlds at the same time

You're asking too much for someone to serve you good tea.

But at this moment, Lu Xiao noticed that the stone table in front of the old man was fully equipped with pens, inkstones, and a piece of calligraphy that had just been written was placed in the middle.

"Where can I find a boat full of wine? I'll tie it to the ancient plum forest when I'm drunk."

This is a poem.

The poem is good, but the words are hard to describe.

Lu Xiao couldn't help but shook his head.

Uncle Mei immediately noticed his expression.

Then he stood up and asked, "Why, little brother, you also know calligraphy?"

Lu Xiao smiled slightly and said, "I know a thing or two."

Uncle Mei immediately asked, "What do you think of my calligraphy?"

Lu Xiao was embarrassed to directly criticize his handwriting as worthless.

It's not easy for an old man to have a hobby.

As a young person, you should at least give some respect.

So he said, “It’s OK.”

Really, for Lu Xiao to say the word "okay" was already a high compliment.

But when Mr. Mei heard this, his face immediately turned unhappy.

"My handwriting is just okay? You, little fellow, really don't know how to appreciate it. Riding a crane, you don't need to pour tea, just two bowls of water will be enough."

Wow, this old man is so petty.

Lu Xiao's temper flared up, and he immediately said, "Uncle Mei, I said 'okay' was a very euphemistic way of putting it. You can't let someone like me lie to you."

This time, Uncle Mei was furious. He walked over, grabbed Lu Xiao's sleeve, and pulled him over.

"Come, come. You are so arrogant. I think your handwriting must be very good. Write a piece for me to see. If it is better than mine, I will treat you with the best tea today. If it is not as good as mine, there is no water left. You are not welcome here."

While he was speaking, new paper was laid out.

Seeing this, Lu Xiao shook his head helplessly. It seemed he had to show off his skills today, otherwise he would really be underestimated by this old man.

So he picked up the brush on the table.

After looking around, I suddenly figured out what to write.

The pen falls, the words appear.

The Hermit of the Partridge Sky - Lu Tuizhi.

"In the forest dam of Yinsan, the moss-covered stone house hides its traces, half of the stream is covered with mist and snow, and half is covered with wind."

"A young girl sweeps the falling plum blossoms in the rain, an old man fishes in the shadows of bamboos."

"Clouds emerged from the mountains, the sun was high in the sky, and suddenly the sound of falling flower bells rose from the empty mountains."

"Why bother asking about the road to Penglai? It's already twelve layers of the mortal world."

As the poem slowly emerged on the paper, the expression on Mr. Mei's face gradually began to change.

From disdain to seriousness, and then to shock.

In the end, all the shock turned into admiration.

".Great poem! Great calligraphy!"

“The poem is good and the calligraphy is even better!”

When it comes to appreciating poetry, his skill is very average.

Even though he writes calligraphy and poetry every day, they are all imitations of the works of contemporary masters.

Therefore, he only knew that the poem before him was good, but he could not tell how good it was.

However, he is an expert at evaluating calligraphy.[]

He was confident that even among the many great calligraphers in the Kyushu Continent, none of them could surpass him.

But the more he thought about it, the more clearly he realized how big the gap was between his handwriting and Lu Xiao's.

This is a world of difference.

After putting down the brush, Lu Xiao said to Mr. Mei.

"Master, what do you think of my handwriting?"

Uncle Mei hesitated for a long time and didn't say a word.

He was so embarrassed, he was too ashamed to speak.

After a moment, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Oh, I didn't expect you to be so talented. It was me who was unreasonable just now. Qihe, go and prepare the tea. Use my best tea."

This attitude change was so fast.

Lu Xiao smiled slightly.

This Mr. Mei is really stingy and generous, but he is straightforward and innocent, at least he is not a hypocrite.

After a while, the boy named "Riding Crane" brought up the prepared tea.

Meanwhile, Uncle Mei had already been chatting with Lu Xiao.

He looked very humble, like a student asking for advice from a teacher.

Lu Xiao could tell that he truly enjoyed calligraphy and painting, and wasn't the type to seek fame and reputation.

Therefore, I also had the idea of ​​giving him some pointers.

Unexpectedly, this old man is really eager to learn.

The more you point out, the more questions you ask.

Before they knew it, the two of them were chatting until evening.

Just when Huang Rong was getting impatient listening to what was going on, two figures suddenly appeared outside of Merlin.

No.

Three to be exact.

Because one of them had a red on his back.

And they're acquaintances..

Chapter 216 Meeting Li Xunhuan Again

At this moment, Uncle Mei also noticed the three people outside Meilin.

Then his expression changed again, and he immediately shouted to his boy.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, hide all the calligraphy and paintings in the hall. Don't let that prodigal son see them and steal them to drink."

Among the three people outside the forest, the one walking in front laughed loudly.

"Boss, don't worry, I've already found the owner of the wine shop today, but I brought two friends with me to see you."

Judging from their tone, they should be brothers.

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Mei immediately covered his eyes.

"I don't want to look at your friends. None of your friends are good people. If I look at them once, I will be unlucky for at least three years."

When the man heard this, he immediately jumped up and said, "Well, you look down on me, don't you? I'm your brother, can't I just be a decent friend? Fine, fine, Li Tanhua, since my boss is so ungrateful, let's go!"

As soon as these words came out, Uncle Mei immediately put down his hand and said hurriedly.

"Wait, walk slowly, second brother, you are talking about a family with seven Jinshi, a father and son, three Tanhua, Xiao Li Tanhua?"

Yes, the other two are Li Xunhuan and his servant Tie Chuanjia.

At this moment, Li Xun Huan was being carried on Tie Chuan Jia's back, looking like he was about to die.

Lu Xiao could tell at a glance that he must have been poisoned.

At this time, Master Mei said coldly: "Humph, do you recognize another Li Xun Huan?"

As soon as these words came out, Uncle Mei immediately ran forward, ignoring the burly Tie Chuanjia, and asked Li Xunhuan behind him.

"Are you Li Xunhuan?"

Li Xun Huan smiled slightly and said, "That's me."

Uncle Mei looked him up and down, then grabbed his hand and laughed.

"I've admired you for twenty years, and I didn't expect to finally meet you today. Brother Li, oh Brother Li, you really miss me so much!"

He is much older than Li Xun Huan, so saying this really puts him in a difficult position.

This rudeness at first and then respectfulness at the end made Li Xun Huan stunned.

Then Uncle Mei pulled him into the courtyard without saying anything.

It was only then that Li Xun Huan saw Lu Xiao and the other man in the yard.

"Li Tanhua, we are truly destined to be together."

Lu Xiao smiled slightly.

Li Xun Huan was stunned for a moment, then replied with the same smile, "It's fate indeed. I didn't expect to meet you here, little brother. Thank you for the wine earlier." Lu Xiao had added a little more to the last glass of wine.

That little bit of information helped Li Xunhuan to cure his years of tuberculosis.

Because of this tuberculosis, his cultivation has been stuck at the Grandmaster level for many years.

Now that he has recovered from his illness, with his talent, it is only a matter of time before he breaks through to the Grandmaster level.

Lu Xiao naturally understood what he was saying.

"It's just fate, you're welcome. But judging by your current state, you don't seem to be having an easy time either," Lu Xiao said.

Li Xun Huan gave a wry smile: "I do look a bit miserable now."

At this time, Uncle Mei asked curiously.

"Do you two know each other?"

Lu Xiao nodded: "We met once."

Li Xun Huan said, "Not bad."

Uncle Mei immediately beamed with joy and said, "I'm truly lucky. To have met a calligraphy master like Lu Xiaoyou and a renowned scholar like Tanhualang in the same day is truly a blessing."

Then he called to the boy, "Qihe, quickly fetch the two jars of Bamboo Leaf Green that I've hidden for twenty years. I want to treat Lu Xiaoyou and Li Tanhua well today."

After saying this, he smiled and greeted the guests, then turned to Lu Xiao and the other two.

"As the saying goes, beautiful flowers are given to beautiful women, and good wine is presented to distinguished men. I have stored these two jars of wine in my cellar for twenty years, precisely to entertain such refined people as you two."

Mr. Mei, who was standing beside him, continued, "That's true. When other guests come, he treats them with wine, and he might not even offer them a sip of tea. Only Brother Li gets this kind of treatment. What about this little brother?"

As he spoke, he looked at Lu Xiao curiously.

Uncle Mei immediately introduced it proudly.

After a few words, Lu Xiao was almost praised to the heavens.

Lu Xiao almost felt embarrassed when he said this.

Finally, Tie Chuanjia couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted.

"Mr. Mei, my young master has been poisoned. Could you please help him detoxify?"

Uncle Mei was speaking animatedly when he was suddenly interrupted. He glared at him with disapproval before saying, "It's just a poisoned chicken, a minor matter. Let's drink and discuss this first. I'll take care of this matter myself."

At this time, the boy named "Riding Crane" had already returned with two jars of wine in his arms.

When the wine jar was opened, the courtyard was immediately filled with fragrance.

Although the twenty-year-old Bamboo Leaf Green is not as good as the wine brewed by Lu Xiao himself.

But people, after being used to fine wine and delicious food, sometimes also want to eat some simple food.

So he didn't despise it.

But wine alone is not enough.