My golden finger is delicious

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When the scholar saw Wu Ding's face, he immediately connected it with the God.

His always wise brain went on strike immediately.

It was only after Wu Ding calmed him down with magic that it started to work again.

His first reaction was.

He was indeed the God, not a liar.

No wonder the scholar was a little scared.

There are all kinds of birds in a big forest.

Wu Ding's deeds are not a secret.

Wu Ding used such a realistic statue of the God, so it is natural that he will be imitated by people with ulterior motives.

Those who look 50% like him, put on makeup and make him look 70% like him.

They are swindlers and do everything.

There are also those who are born more like him, with good intentions, but they are misunderstood wherever they go.

Fortunately, Wu Ding is a real practitioner.

He knows magic.

The official patched up this kind of thing, and the decree issued by the imperial edict reached the whole country. .

The focus is on describing some of Wu Ding's skills.

For example, he has a lot of skills in his sleeves, and he can fly.

PS There are no restrictions on these.

Those who have these skills can say that they are genuine.

The cheaters among the people are suddenly in a deadlock.

And among the practitioners...

So far, no one has the courage to offend the immortal king who has come down to earth.

Some evil cultivators who have gone astray will not choose this after weighing the pros and cons.

Why use Wu Ding's name and face to cheat the same way?

Doesn't this increase the risk of exposure?

The only few idiots were wiped out as soon as they showed up, and they successfully killed the chicken to scare the monkey.

The great scholar's brain is fast.

He just watched Wu Ding carefully look at him for a few seconds.

The brainstorming directly turned from pretending to be a fake to where the god was all these years?

Did he suffer?

Why did he come to find him?

A series of questions instantly composed tens of thousands of words of epic and tear-jerking stories in the hearts of romantic literati.

These words were arranged and combined in the mind of the great scholar.

Use the most beautiful words and the most exquisite sentences to slowly compose a wonderful article that goes straight to people's hearts.

Wu Ding didn't have the ability to read minds, so he didn't know that the white-haired and white-bearded old man in front of him was trying to add homework for future students to recite and write the full text.

But the light of the old man's excited soul flashed in his eyes.

The spark of thinking revealed by the window of the soul made Wu Ding subconsciously interrupt.

"Zhuang Daru?"

"Oh, please please... God please."

The peerless masterpiece was suppressed in his heart, and he planned to complete it after nightfall.

Moreover, God has come to the door!

There must be more and more wonderful inspirations!

He will definitely be qualified to write for the God Monument!

After Wu Ding's story was spread.

Countless articles praising his merits surged like a volcanic eruption.

Among them, there are many high-quality articles.

Writing a high-quality article about Wu Ding that can be passed down has become the unchanging goal in the hearts of every literati.

It has gradually become a kind of political correctness that can please the superiors the most.

Renzong was not idle either. He also wanted a wonderful article to commemorate Wu Ding.

How could a dry record in the history book be enough? (Historian: ...)

It should be representative, not so uneven.

So Renzong commissioned the cultivators to find an extremely special boulder.

Then use secret methods to refine it.

Ensure that it is in a normal natural environment, regardless of wind and rain.

It will not be damaged for a thousand years and will not be invaded for ten thousand years.

This boulder has been cut into a stone tablet.

Just wait for the best article to be filled in.

Renzong said, just wait for thirty years.

Zhuang Daru is already seventy years old, and he thinks he can't wait for thirty years.

But he knows too little about Wu Ding.

He only sees the increasingly prosperous Song Dynasty, but doesn't know Wu Ding as a person.

What he wrote is garbage.

Empty rhetoric, without any heart.

It's different now~

Hahahahahaha

The old man's face was dignified and solemn, and he was laughing wildly in his heart for his celebrity.

Of course, more of it was respect and admiration for the young man who looked ordinary in front of him.

How many people would be willing to do what he did for the people of the world.

The two entered the main room, and Mr. Zhuang wanted to boil water and make tea himself.

Wu Ding waved his hand and conjured up two cups of specially brewed fruit wine.

The rich fruity aroma and wine aroma mixed together, and the sense of smell was captured at the first time.

The mind was directly under this scent, outlining the beautiful scenery of the Yaochi Palace shrouded in clouds and mist.

Take a sip.

More than a dozen fruit flavors progressed in the mouth, with distinct layers and special integration.

The taste of wine is like a silk thread that strings pearls and the most gentle palette.

Progressive and fusion of various fruit flavors.

It still has its own aftertaste and intoxicating fragrance.

"Wonderful!"

Few officials don't love wine.

Or, even if they don't love wine, they will love it in the future.

Because wine was a luxury in ancient times.

Only the upper class was qualified to enjoy it.

So as long as the year was good, the court did not ban alcohol.

There must be wine in various occasions where officials communicated.

And literati and scholars like wine even more.

The feeling of being drunk can make their brains lose reason and logic, and they can be exposed to inspiration that has no logic at all.

"God, what is the name of this wine?"

Zhuang Daru listed several suitable names in his mind.

But he felt that it was vulgar and defiled the immortal wine.

"Taotie No. 11."

Zhuang Daru:? ? ?

In the realm of mountains and seas.

Taotie roared proudly, yes, he brewed it, and he named it, how about it!

"Taotie... this... um..."

One of the ten most ferocious beasts, it devours everything without end.

Name the wine after Taotie? Inappropriate?

Or is it that the pronunciation is the same but the word is different?

Zhuang Daru looked confused, but he accidentally noticed a hint of amusement on Wu Ding's expression.

This tenderness obviously brought with memories struck the great scholar's heart directly like lightning.

He got it!

That’s so! !

He had to be right.

If you look at it this way, does it matter whether the name is simple or not?

It's not important.

For Shenjun, that memory and that person are important.

"Tao Tie, are you a friend of the Lord Shen?"

"Huh? Well, yes. We are very good friends."

Wu Ding thought about his character in the Song Dynasty.

Then it’s okay to have a mythical animal friend.

Zhuang Daru immediately decided to record this fairy friendship in his article.

There are rumors that there are people in the fairy world who are helping the Lord God.

This person should be Tao Shenjun, the brewer!

I'll help you realize your dream.

Even if we are separated from each other.

I will always remember your friendship.

Heaven and man are forever separated, wine is here, and you are here.

"Sighing, remembering, and respectable."

Wu Ding:? ? ?

Wu Ding, who didn't know what the scholar was thinking, simply brought the topic to the point.

First, I talked about my studies.

He wants to learn some skills.

He wanted to learn a little bit about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, everything that children from ancient aristocratic families should learn.

Wu Ding inquired about Zhuang Daru's abilities.

That's quite powerful.

In fact, even if he didn't inquire, he would not doubt Zhuang Daru's ability.

Except for those who open the back door.

Officials who can really reach high positions in history may not be proficient in all of these additional skills. They will choose the one they like best to study in depth.

But everything else can be tasted and appreciated.

After Zhuang Daru was framed and retired.

His statecraft and talents have nowhere to be used.

Even if he continues to study how to govern countries and places.

Caught by hostile people.

He will also be told that he is unwilling and has grudges against the officials.

The former number one scholar, who could only focus on landscapes and study music, chess, calligraphy and painting, no longer had to worry about official duties.

Successfully polished various skills to an astonishing level.

Then he lit up the apprenticeship skill.

Become a nationally famous teacher.

"Shenjun, how can you give up on yourself like this!"

No more cultivating Taoism, no more cultivation?

Are you not going back to the fairy world at all?

Isn't there still hope? ! ! !

As you said, there is hope.

Zhuang Daru's grief, anger and pain overflowed.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down from his already dim eyes.

He couldn't care less about the fine wine in his hand that he couldn't put down just now.

Kneel down directly in front of Wu Ding.

I just ask Wu Ding not to give up just now.

After struggling for a long time, Wu Ding pointed to the sky and swore that he would ascend.

I will definitely go back to the "fairyland".

He just wanted to learn something.

Only then did the old man stand up again and show a happy smile.

Perhaps the oath that the Lord God made at this moment was to comfort him.

But he heard the affirmation in Shenjun's words.

Well, as long as Shenjun rekindles his fighting spirit.

Seeing that he stopped kowtowing, Wu Ding also breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the matter of Bilian was brought up.

He also did not embarrass the great scholar.

After all, it was Qi Baoshan who said Bilian had the talent of being the number one scholar.

Maybe it's a bamboo horse filter?

If Li Bilian really has the talent to serve as an official, then he will give everything to him.

Then let the girl directly enter the officialdom.

With the blessing of Wuding, this first hole was easily torn open.

But after entering the officialdom, she will be worshiped as a mascot.

Her opinions and politics will be looked down upon, ignored, or even stolen.

The rest of the way is up to her to kill on her own.

If Li Bilian didn't have this talent.

Then just teach me whatever you want.

Just let her be an ordinary talented woman.

"Hahahaha, I have been teaching all my life, and I thought it would be a good deal if the last disciple to be dismissed got the third grade."

As we get older, the true closed-door disciples become more interesting.

A girl doll!

The sworn brother and niece of the Lord God.

Well, interesting!

"But I have to tidy up here and invite two more people."

Otherwise, if the girl comes over, she won’t be able to live there.

That night, Wenquxing shone brightly again.

Countless monks looked at the stars in confusion.

What happened?

Is Wenquxing reincarnated again?

etc! Something happened to Xu Dingbei? fine? What about Wenquxingshi?

Could it be that Xu Dingbei is fake? Is this true?

Just as he was thinking about it, Wen Quxing stopped flashing.

The level of persistence is far less than the night Xu Dingbei was born.

So...this time he is shining with happiness?

Why is it happy that it's fine?

On the other hand, ordinary officials, after discovering the shining star of literary music, immediately wrote an article praising his virtues.

Praise Renzong's prosperous age and auspiciousness reappears.

The stars of literature and music are twinkling, it must be a literary talent sent from heaven to rule the world, God bless the Song Dynasty.

Wenquxing shines with joy.

Wu Ding was not very happy.

Because the interest comes.

There is also the magic lighting of Wuding.

Mr. Zhuang, who had never felt such light at night, decided to teach immediately.

Wu Ding thought so too.

Their generation was particularly passionate about traditional culture.

The country is rich and the people are strong.

Things that were once put down for food and clothing have the opportunity to be picked up again.

How can they not be passionate?

History and heritage, looking at the world, only we have it!

Other ancient civilizations have been completely destroyed.

Their civilization can only be archaeologically studied.

Only ours is still being passed on.

Wu Ding is confident that with his own mind and strength, learning some music, chess, calligraphy and painting is not a problem.

However, the first step went wrong.

"To paint bamboo, use the center wolf hair, and the focus must be steady."

Painting bamboo is always the favorite of literati.

Zhuang Daru made a few strokes.

A bamboo forest that is not dense, but upright and crisp appeared on the rice paper.

The green bamboo on the snow-white paper is painted with black ink.

But you can just feel a green and vibrant life.

The direction and composition of each bamboo leaf are also so comfortable.

Looking at it, it seems that you can feel the cool breeze of midsummer blowing through the bamboo forest, and the sound of rustling can be heard by your ears.

The tip of your nose is filled with the fresh fragrance of bamboo leaves.

And you are strolling comfortably in this bamboo forest.

"When painting a bamboo forest, you should pay attention to leaving blank space. God, try it?"

Didn't start from the basics.

Probably because.

Every teacher would want to show off in front of students as a sign of power.

Well, even facing the God, it is a habit that cannot be changed.

Wu Ding does know some basic Chinese painting.

Just a little bit.

The last time he painted Chinese painting seemed to be an interest class in elementary school?

But this time is different.

He has drawn talismans so many times.

The muscle control strength is not the same.

So it must be that the brain knows it, and the hands know it too.

Wu Ding drew the first stroke with great confidence.

Unexpectedly, the hands did not mess up.

The brain was messed up.

When he wanted to paint this bamboo, a complex pattern emerged in his mind.

The hands followed the instructions of the brain.

After a bunch of twisted lines were drawn on the paper.

Rays of emerald green light shot out from the paper.

Under the roar, the small house where Mr. Zhuang lived in seclusion became riddled with holes and was in danger.

Mr. Zhuang: ? ?

Wu Ding: ? ? ? ?