"My old friend, why are you calling me?"
When Mr. Xu was sitting in a chair and lamenting the difficulties of the road.
Deng Ru reappeared in the form of Taishang Laojun.
To be honest, Taishang Laojun is really fucking busy.
I'm going to talk about Mayan civilization later.
Later, he will play the role of Youchao's old friend in front of Mr. Xu.
It's quite busy.
"Oh, my old friend, you actually came. Come on, sit down."
Old Xu quickly stood up and greeted Deng Ru.
He didn't expect that just by trying it casually, he would actually attract his old friend.
He simply summoned the Great Heavenly Venerable Taiqing Daode according to the rituals used by mortals to summon gods in his past life memories fabricated by Deng Ru.
He originally thought that it could not be summoned.
After all, the memories of the previous life were too vague, almost like another person.
He just tried it and actually summoned the Great Heavenly Venerable Taiqing Daode.
If Taiqing Daode Da Tianzun wasn't watching him like a pervert anytime and anywhere.
That means that memories of past lives are very likely to be true.
After all, he could actually use many of the magical powers in it.
This is simply like a little cow sticking its head up to the sky - so awesome.
"My old friend, why do you call me Taoist?"
Deng Ru didn't hesitate and just pulled out a bamboo stool and sat down.
This question made Mr. Xu a little confused. He didn't know how to put forward his request to Deng Ru.
After all, asking Pangu God for permission to move or something.
This kind of thing is probably difficult, right?
"Alas, I won't hide it from you, old friend. I'm a little confused. Look at my realm. I've already reached the peak of the Sun-Forging Realm, the same as the Earth Emperor."
"I need to start slowly finding my own path, but... I can't find it."
Old Xu sighed and said helplessly.
"Oh? Can't find your own path? My old friend, I don't understand. As a Youchao clan member, you have been obsessed with the craft of architecture for countless years. Why don't you just follow the path of architecture?"
Deng Ru raised his eyebrows.
He was somewhat puzzled by Mr. Xu's question.
According to his idea.
There are two creatures in this world who do not need to hesitate in finding the Tao.
One of them is Mr. Xu.
The old man is obsessed with architecture and has lived in the other world for many years.
It has been more than a hundred years.
The art of architecture is not complete in Deng Ru's world.
That's why.
In Deng Ru's opinion, Mr. Xu's promotion would definitely be a natural outcome.
"It won't work, old friend. I've tried it. The path of construction lacks a core, a very important core. I can't find it. Because of this, the path of construction is like a castle in the air. Every time I'm about to set foot on it, the Dao rhyme will naturally dissipate."
Old Xu sighed deeply and lay on his old baby rocking chair like an old salted fish, rocking slowly.
"Oh? Missing the most crucial thing? My old friend, wait a moment, I will calculate it for you."
After listening to what Mr. Xu said, Deng Ru roughly understood the problem.
But it is still unclear, and we need to use the deductive method we demonstrated to Wan before to deduce it to Mr. Xu.
Deng Ru pretended to make hand gestures.
The old eyes turned bright white.
At this moment, it really looks a bit magical.
After about a minute, Deng Ru's eyes returned to normal.
"Old friend? Have you figured out the problem?"
Mr. Xu asked anxiously.
Deng Ru smiled slightly, nodded, and then flicked his whisk, acting like a master.
After the whisk fell.
A line of poetry appeared on the stone table.
{I wish I had thousands of mansions to shelter all the poor people in the world and bring them joy!}
This is the result deduced by Deng Ru.
Let me summarize it with Du Zimei’s poem.
"How I wish I had thousands of mansions, to shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy? Great, great, what a wonderful poem that expresses concern for the country and the people."
Just by seeing this poem, Mr. Xu could feel that it was countless light years away and countless times and spaces away.
The poet, who had a life of wandering, was deeply concerned about his country and the people.
"He was a man who cared about his country and his people, and he wrote these words out of concern for his country and his people."
Among the Tang Dynasty poets, Deng Ru's favorite was Du Fu, followed by Li Bai.
In that era, not many people were willing to write poems for the people.
Du Fu is one of them.
The common people should be the protagonists of the times, but unfortunately, they are often ignored in history.
But Du Fu was different. He applied his elegant talent as a poet to the common people who were as lowly as grass.
Li Bai was a banished immortal, and his poems were so full of immortal spirit that they did not seem like things from this mortal world.
"I'm actually quite interested. Who is this person? Old friend, why don't I remember this person in my past life?"
Old Xu felt that there must be a flaw in his memory.
Otherwise, why could Youchao not remember the people that Taiqing Daode Da Tianzun remembered?
After hearing this, Deng Ru curled his lips and said, "Damn it, there's no way he can remember it."
When did Youchao live?
At that time, these skinny little monkeys had just established a tribal alliance.
"He is Du Fu, courtesy name Zimei. His era is a long time away from yours. He lived a life of wandering and wandering, held high positions, and faced war. His poems have the heroic spirit of "I will climb to the top of the mountain and overlook all the other mountains," but also the helplessness of "the children in the south village bully me because I am old and weak, so I openly carry straw to the bamboo forest." If I had to use one word to describe this person, I would rather call him "old Taoist..."
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