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Xiao Ping'an didn't think so.

A man's knees are made of gold, and he should kneel before the heaven, the earth, and his parents.

Even if he is the pillar of Daqian, the master of Dinghaishenzhen, so what.

I still don't care.

He is not my relative.

"Nothing."

The master didn't care much. He looked at Xiao Ping'an with a hint of curiosity and said with a smile: 'Little guy, what's your name? "

"Xiao Ping'an."

"Oh, what does it have to do with the Xiaoguogong Mansion?"

"Xiao Zhan is my father."

"So you are the descendant of the little mute, and you are also the descendant of an old friend."

The master nodded: "Did you write the poem just now? "

After these words were spoken.

Everyone dared not speak.

Even Hao Tong, at this moment, knew that the poem the teacher asked about was not his own, but Xiao Ping'an's.

He really wanted to take Xiao Ping'an's poem for himself.

In this way.

He would be able to gain the teacher's favor.

Seeing that no one spoke.

Xiao Ping'an nodded.

"Yes."

"What is the name of this poem that describes the river and the moon?"

After a hesitation.

Xiao Ping'an said: "Spring River Flowers and Moon Night."

"What a Spring River Flowers and Moon Night, that's right, only this poem name. It matches the content of this poem."

"This poem, a single piece of work, suppresses Daqian. "

The Master said with emotion.

Ah, this.

Hearing this.

Everyone was moved.

You know, Daqian has a history of more than 700 years since its establishment.

There are more than ten emperors.

Not to mention poets.

But it is the Master who dares to say this.

The pillar of Daqian.

As long as the Master is alive, Daqian will not fall.

You know, the Master is more than 800 years old.

Older than Daqian!

The former Daqian Taizu Zhang Yulang and the Master were good friends.

Without the Master's help.

Just a bandit's Zhang Yulang, it is difficult to get this world.

If someone says this poem, a single piece suppresses Daqian.

Everyone will not believe it, and may even spit on each other, for example, Zhang Jian and Ye Wudao, but the one who said this is the sky of Daqian: Master.

Everyone will believe it.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Pingan's poem has such a high status in the eyes of the master.

A single piece suppresses Daqian!

Tsk tsk tsk!

It sounds so awesome.

After a moment of silence.

The master said: "Pingan, the poem you wrote is really good, and it is very helpful for my practice.'

"Hello, Master."

Xiao Pingan bowed to the master.

He did not kneel down and kowtow like everyone else.

Like a dog licker.

"All of you get up."

"Yes, Master."

After everyone got up.

The Master looked at Xiao Ping'an: "Your poems are useful for my practice, and they have given me decades of hard practice. Tell me, what do you want? As long as I can give it to you, I will definitely give it to you."

Hearing this,

Everyone was jealous and envious of Xiao Ping'an.

In their opinion.

As long as the Master accepts him as a disciple.

Then he will become the third most important person in the Daqian Empire.

After all, in Daqian, the Master is the most important, and the Emperor is the second and third! Naturally, he is the Master's disciple.

However, Xiao Ping'an's answer was beyond everyone's expectations.

"I didn't do anything, I just read a poem. So, I can't ask for the Master's reward."

Ah, he actually refused.

This is the Master.

This is the sky of Daqian.

Damn, if you don't want it, you can give me this opportunity.

Everyone cursed in their hearts, wishing to rush up and grab Xiao Ping'an's chicken feet. Replace him.

"You can refuse, but I can't refuse."

The Master smiled calmly.

He is a man of principle.

"The purple air in the sky, also called literary air, is useful for cultivation. I will inject it into your body."

As he said that, he didn't wait for Xiao Ping'an to refuse.

He was about to start.

At this moment.

A peaceful voice sounded: "Wait!!!!"

Hearing this voice.

The Master's face changed.

He stopped instantly.

Who is this?

He actually dared to ask the Master to stop.

And, did the Master really stop?

Seeing this scene!

Everyone was shocked.

"Brother Dehua, you are here." The Master said with a smile.

Dehua, who is Dehua?

Why is the Master so polite to him?

Everyone was puzzled, but when they looked at the person who came.

They always couldn't see clearly.

It seemed that they saw him, but it seemed that they didn't see him.

"Who is this?" Hao Tong frowned.

The Seventh Princess Zhang Xue said: "Who in the world can be called brother by the Master?The only one called Dehua is that person. "

Hearing this.

Hao Tong took a breath.

"You mean, the only saint walking in this world, the ancient saint, Gu Zi, Gu Dehua."

Yes.

"Greetings to Gu Zi."

Hao Tong reacted and quickly knelt down in front of Gu Dehua.

"Ah, this is the ancient saint, Gu Dehua."

"Yes, only the ancient saint can allow the master to interact with each other on an equal footing."

Everyone knew the identity of the person in front of them.

All knelt down.

"Greetings to the saint master."

Looking at the group of people kneeling again.

Xiao Ping'an frowned.

Why are these people so weak? They kneel down at every turn.

Are saints great?

However.

Through memory, I know that saints are really great.

Saints are already invincible in the world.

"Get up. "

Gu Dehua didn't like these empty formalities.

His brows slightly frowned.

The words fell.

Everyone involuntarily rose up under the influence of a strange buoyancy.

"How could the ancient saint appear here?"

"I don't know."

Everyone was talking about it.

The Seventh Princess said: "It should be the ancient saint's self-incarnation."

Hearing this.

Hiss.

Everyone took a breath again.

The so-called self-incarnation is incredible. This is the unique magical power of the saint. In a thought, it can appear in any corner of the world. One thought is eternal. One method is released and all methods are destroyed.

It is indeed the mysterious change of the magic method.

The master ignored everyone's surprise.

Looking at Gu Dehua, he smiled and said: "Brother Dehua, why are you here."

Gu Dehua pointed at Xiao Ping'an: "For him."

The master smiled and said: "Brother Dehua has taken a fancy to him. "

Ah, this.

Hearing this,

Xiao Ping'an felt a chill on his butt.

No way, I've been spotted by the saint, don't dig, I don't want my butt to bloom, although he is a man with golden fingers. But now I'm still in the developmental stage.

If I'm spotted by the strongest man in the world in front of me.

Then I'll have a big fight.

He knew that Dehua who wasn't surnamed Liu was not a serious guy.

...

Obviously, Xiao Ping'an thought too much.

Gu Dehua said: "Not really, but I think this boy and I have a connection, so I just pass on some things to him. As for whether to accept him as a disciple, let's wait and see."

"Okay. With Brother Dehua's help, I can relax for a while." The teacher smiled and stepped aside.

Gu Dehua looked at Xiao Ping'an and said with a smile: "Your poem "Spring River Moon Night" is a peerless poem. Not only did it move heaven and earth, it also won the praise of scholars. Now the literary spirit is bursting out. You are not a scholar, so you cannot absorb it. I will now give you an initiation and make you a scholar. Are you willing? "