"Hahahahaha", as soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter around him.

"What are you laughing? Did I ask wrong?" Zhou Tong looked around angrily.

"So, Brother Zhou will know after listening patiently. If I say it at this time, what else is there to be fun? Haha."

At this time, Zhang Hui helped the old monk and walked slowly closer, "Brother Liang, let me introduce you grandly. This is the host of Lumen Temple, Elder Zhizhen, and his father's friend. Today we are disturbing him."

The old monk smiled with kind eyes and said, "Amitabha, although I am practicing in the mountain gate, I have heard of the great name of Donor Liang. Today I have the fate to meet a young hero, and it is indeed extraordinary!"

Zhizhen was originally from Anzhou, with a layman surnamed Zhang. He was premature and kind-hearted. He saw a butcher slaughtering a cow. When he saw a cow kneeling down on his hooves, there was a calf beside him. The mother and son cried and cried, and his heart was painful and she burst into tears. Since then, he vowed not to eat meat. Later, he read a lot of books and realized the Buddhist scriptures. He became a monk in his prime. Zhizhen is a famous monk in today's Buddhist Zen Buddhism. He went to Lumen Mountain twenty years ago and later served as the presidency. He and Zhang Hui's father were very happy, so Zhang Hui would pay homage to him every time he came to Xiangzhou.

Although this elder Zhizhen was romantic, he was open-minded and playful, and was not restricted by the precepts. Because he saw that Zhang Hui was extremely smart and wrote poems and lyrics, the two had a great time talking happily. He loved him deeply. Although Zhang Hui visited prostitutes and friends, he did not care about it. Instead, he was happy and did not take the airs of a monk and an elder to accompany him to travel in the temple. Today he met Liang Feng, and it turned out that the pilgrims were just famous. He had never heard of the original book of Journey to the West, and he didn't care much about it. Instead, he listened to his poems on the matter, although he seemed mean, he was compassionate and painful, and he was very close to his spleen and stomach, so he looked at him differently.

Several people here were talking to Liang Feng, and the two women next to him were also muttering.

"Sister, how about this? He is a handsome guy, and he writes poetry well. Do you guess what the third sister wants?" The pink girl asked the woman in light yellow clothes quietly.

"Well, it's really good, but you don't care much about us. You're either a young man or a Taoist. Taoist is okay, but the third sister just doesn't like too romantic people. But will he like the third sister?"

"I think it's good, how could he not like it? Otherwise, let's try him?"

"How to try?"

"Look at mine."

Liang Feng was talking to several people, and the pink girl's crisp voice came from behind: "Zhang Lang, if you meet a confidant, do you ignore us sisters?"

Zhang Hui smiled and said, "Oh, I have indeed neglected my sister Biyun. I have committed sins. Come on, come here to meet Mr. Liang. From then on, your Xiangzhou tribe will look forward to Mr. Liang. Today, you two sisters will take the lead."

After saying that, he pulled the pink Biyun and the woman in yellow clothes over and introduced: "These are two famous leaders in Xiangzhou City. This is Miss Yunmei, this Miss Biyun, who you just stood up for her. You are close to each other!"

Yunmei and Biyun bowed to Liang Fengfu for a blessing, and said in a sweet voice: "Young Master is polite."

"I dare not take it, I will be negligent. I will forgive you for your sins." Liang Feng smiled and returned the favor. These two women were very pleasing to the eye, and Liang Feng was happy to talk to them more.

Biyun turned to Zhang Hui and said, "Zhang Lang promised to give me a piece yesterday. Today is a good time, but I have paid off the debt?"

Zhang Hui was happy when he met Liang Feng. After hearing Biyun's words, he also wanted to show some tricks in front of Liang Feng and agreed readily: "Okay, then I will pay back the debt I owe you yesterday. By the way, I would like to ask Mr. Liang for advice, how about?" He turned to Liang Feng. Liang Feng thought to himself: "Is this going to fight?" He said modestly: "I dare not, I'm just asking Brother Zhang."

Monk Zhizhen, Zhou brothers and Deng Sheng both knew Zhang Hui's talent, and they both waited for Zhang Hui to write lyrics with a smile.

Zhang Hui gently waved the folding fan, looked around, and saw the Han River in the south far away, surrounding it. After pondering for a moment, he recited: "Ten miles of green mountains are far away, and the tide is flat on the road with sand. Several sounds of birds complain about the years, and it is dusk again at the end of the world."

"Okay, okay!" Zhou Tong was not good at studying, but he was honest and honest, but he knew his cousin's name, so of course he had to clap his hands first. Everyone else nodded and praised him. The old monk Zhizhen also twisted his beard and nodded, and praised him in his heart.

However, Zhang Hui's lyrics were originally coherent, and he was about to continue to do it, but he was suddenly disturbed by the idiot's cousin's two shouts, and his thoughts suddenly became stuck. He had to glar at him fiercely and continue thinking.

Liang Feng's brain banged and remembered someone. He thought of him, "Okay, it turns out that you are the monk Zhongshu who ate the candy bibimbap. He actually met him here."

Speaking of which, Zhang Hui's poem Nan Kezi is very famous, and Liang Feng has long remembered it. Unexpectedly, the first celebrity he met in the Song Dynasty was this romantic monk. At this time, Zhang Hui had not yet passed the imperial examination, but he had only become famous. Later, he passed the Jinshi and was still romantic. His wife at home was so frustrated that she could not bear it. She wanted to poison him with arsenic. It was also this kid who had a great life. He was filled with honey and saved his life. From then on, he had the problem of eating honey to detoxify every meal. Later, he abandoned his family as a monk, but did not chant Buddhist scriptures or worshipped the Buddha, and worked hard in the romantic arsenic. Although he was dissolute, he lived a long life and lived for more than 100 years and was in good health. In the end, he hanged himself in a temple in Hangzhou for no reason. This was a small strange thing in history.

When Liang Feng saw Zhang Hui pondering, he felt a little moved: "I will take advantage of you, I will not take advantage of you." So he blurted out: "Brother Zhang, how about I take the next stanza?"

Zhang Hui was very unlucky today. It was the first time that Zhou Tong was disconnected. He was about to remember that when Liang Feng just came to his mouth, he was put back again after Liang Feng suddenly. His sentences were full of tears. He had to bow and say, "Okay, please come and pick me up."

"The white dew collects the waning moon, the breeze dissipates the morning clouds. The green willows ask the lotus by the embankment: Remember who to buy wine in the New Year?"

Liang Feng responded and finished the second half of the chapter, which made Zhang Hui stunned. This was exactly the same as what he thought! The guy in front of him opened his mouth several times was picked up by the boy in front of him. Oh my God, was it a ghost? He was stunned for a moment and couldn't speak.

"Good, good, the lower part of Liang Xiaogong is completely natural. If you say a word, you will think of it. It is indeed wonderful! Amitabha."

Liang Feng thought to himself: "Of course it was just a bite, I picked up a bargain." He bowed quietly on his face and said: "The boy blurted out and blocked Brother Zhang's wonderful words, so ashamed!"

The bird's almond eyes shone brightly, and he was filled with joy. He bowed and said, "Thank you for the honor you gave me!" He looked up at Yunmei, nodded secretly, and showed a happy expression on his face.

Everyone cheered in unison. At this time, Zhang Hui also calmed down. Although he was romantic by nature, he was bright and kind. He was even more embarrassed to say that Liang Feng met the same as he thought. He just felt that he had a good understanding and had to meet a soulmate. He stepped forward and held Liang Feng's hand and said excitedly: "Brother, I won't say anything. Brother, you have a good deal!"

Deng Sheng praised on the side: "The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze dissipates the morning clouds. The parallelism is steadily and vividly in my mind, especially in the last sentence, the feeling of the peach blossoms still laughing at the spring breeze is indeed wonderful."

Only Zhou Tong had just flattered and slapped the horse's legs, but was stared at by Zhang Hui's cousin, feeling angry, and he didn't vent his anger at Zhang Hui. At this time, he caught Deng Sheng's words and inserted: "What's so great about you, I can do it."

Yunmei covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Do Erlang write lyrics correctly? Then please give me a poem?" She knew that although Zhou Tong was not good at studying, she was young and simple, so she wanted to make a joke with him.

"I didn't say I could write lyrics. I said I could be good at the same time. Isn't it big to small, short to long, lively to desolation? What's so great about?"

Biyun smiled and said, "Then I will send out the first couplet and ask Erlang to come here."

"Okay, you can go. But let's go first, it's too difficult to go. I can't compare to Dalang's cousin."

Everyone saw him being foolish, but they were cute. Everyone didn't say anything, waiting for the two of them to enter the atmosphere.

"Yu, are you right!" Biyun said.

"Yu, is this the first couplet? No, it's too short, how can there be a first couplet of a word? I underestimate me, it's wrong." Zhou Tong was hurt and said depressed.

"If you think there is too little, you can add it slowly. You can right it first. If you get the right out, I will add the words. Yu, come." Biyun insisted.

"Okay, then I'm facing the wind."

It was also neat, and the people present smiled.

"I added the words, Hua Yu." Biyun then sent out the first couplet.

"Drunk."

"Hey, what I'm talking about is that the petals fall like rain, so I beg Huayu. You are so drunk that you can't get through!" Biyun looked at Zhou Tong with wide eyes.

"Why doesn't it work? What I said is that drinking too much will lead to crazy, so it's called alcohol crazy. Isn't it okay?" The fat white man also stared at Biyun.

"Tsk, you are so mean, and then, urging Huayu." Biyun said contemptuously.

"It's reasonable, listen, and go crazy."

"Puff~" Biyun and Yunmei laughed so hard that they bent down, and everyone laughed in unison, and even the old monk Zhizhen almost couldn't hold on.

The fat little white man was calm and did not get laughed at. He even stared at Biyun and said, "Come on, I'm afraid of you!"

"The flower rain in front of the pavilion." Biyun smiled.

"Drunk on the table!" Zhou Tong was not showing any weakness.

"The rain of flowers in front of the pavilion."

"I often go crazy on the table!"

"Hahahahahahaha", everyone could no longer hold their hands, and they all laughed tilted. Biyun laughed so hard that her feet were unsteady, and she leaned on Yunmei's body to twitch silently; Yunmei also pulled the two girls and pinched them hard; Zhang Hui, Deng Sheng, and Zhou Da were so angry that they were so angry that they were full of wrinkles on their faces, showing a mouthful of old teeth that were not related to the wind and looked at Liang Feng.

When Zhou Tong saw everyone happy, he laughed. Zhang Hui held back his smile and said to Liang Feng, "My cousin is reckless. Brother Liang, don't laugh!"

Liang Feng smiled and said, "How dare you? Brother Zhou said with a heart that is bright and bright. Actually, I am not very polite. It's just the first time I met. I'm sorry. I'm not as open and honest as he is."

Zhou Tong listened to the big joy and said, "It's still Brother Liang's understanding that we are close friends. You are just a group of ordinary people."
Chapter completed!