When it came under the light, he could see clearly that it was a shiny bald head.

"This, is it possible that they are forcing the monk to donate at home?" Zhao Hao's face immediately darkened, and he was about to ask Gao Wu to kick the monk out.

"You have misunderstood, my benefactor. I am not here to beg for alms, but to admire your reputation and to see you." The monk was more handsome and elegant than a woman, and he was full of lechery. Who else could he be but Xuelang? He put his hands together and explained with a smile.

"See me?" Zhao Hao looked at his father strangely.

"Alas, it's all because of that poem of yours..." Zhao Shouzheng sighed guiltily.

"It's father's word." Zhao Hao corrected hurriedly.

"Oh, my dear nephew, stop pretending. Your father sold you out, otherwise how could this monk come to your house?" Fan Datong chuckled, looked him up and down and said, "Did you really write the poem 'Dielianhua'?"

"Father, come here." Zhao Hao's face darkened. He copied the poems purely to bring fame to Zhao Shouzheng and had no intention of improving his own reputation.

His dream was just to be a rich and powerful young man who bullied men and women, and he never thought about being in the limelight. In Zhao Hao's view, being too famous would bring troubles and even misfortunes; even if he was lucky and no misfortune came from the sky, being too famous would make people uncomfortable in their actions and words, and people would watch them wherever they went, which really went against his life creed of making a fortune quietly and being a bully in a low-key manner.

"I won't go in," Zhao Shouzheng saw his son's bad face, and immediately put on the oil on his feet, pulled Fan Datong out. "You poets are communicating with each other, we ordinary people won't interfere."

After saying that, the two men left Xuelang at home and ran away to a tavern on the street to have fun.

~~

Seeing his father becoming more and more cunning, Zhao Hao felt both relieved and annoyed, and even missed the dull Mr. Zhao from a few days ago.

"Alas, if only life could be as good as our first meeting..." Zhao Hao sighed helplessly, and suddenly realized that he had inadvertently said something, and it was a powerful one.

Fearing that he would make mistakes if he spoke too much, he ignored Xuelang and went into the main room with his hands behind his back.

Xuelang seemed to be struck by lightning, and kept repeating what Zhao Hao had just said.

"If only life could be like the first time we met, if only life could be like the first time we met..."

Xuelang couldn't help himself and burst into tears again. He stood there staring blankly at the starry sky.

The noisy wind made his robe flutter gently...

The Gao family father and son looked at the dazed monk with curiosity.

"What did the young master say just now that made him so obsessed?" Old Man Gao touched his chin in surprise and said, "Is ginseng as stupid as a sword? I have never heard of such a sword."

Gao Wu shook his head and did not answer.

On the other side, Zhao Hao was stamping his feet in anger in the main room.

"It's outrageous, it's really outrageous. What's the use of this reputation for me? It's only useful when it's on you!"

He wanted to overturn the table, but he really couldn't bear to eat such a sumptuous meal, so he changed his mind, picked up the chopsticks and started eating, turning his grief and anger into appetite.

It was not until Zhao Hao was so full that he could not eat any more that Xuelang came to his senses from the shock. He walked into the main hall and clasped his hands together before Zhao Hao, saying, "Thank you for creating 'If life could only be as it was when we first met' and 'The world is the last thing we can keep'... I will die without regrets just to hear these two lines."

"What does your life or death have to do with me?" Zhao Hao was in a bad mood and didn't even want to look at him: "I didn't write the lyrics, don't blame me for someone's life."

"Then may I ask, sir, who did this?" Xuelang asked hurriedly.

"I forgot where I heard it from." Zhao Hao replied unhappily, "It seems that one of them has the surname Wang, and the other has the surname... I don't care what his surname is."

Xuelang shook his head in disbelief, "Although I am a layman, I have been obsessed with poetry since I was young, and I can say that I have read all the poems in the world. I have never seen the poem "Dielianhua". Even the poem "Mulanhualing" just now, although it only has one sentence, I absolutely believe that it was not written by the predecessors."

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "A monk should not tell lies. You must know that the ocean of learning is endless. You dare to say there is nothing when you haven't seen it?"

"I will teach you." Xuelang put his palms together and smiled faintly, "But my Huayan Sect is different from the Zen Sect. We focus on the great principles. I don't know how many lies we tell every day."

After a pause, he said with certainty: "In short, such a famous quote that will shine through the ages cannot be hidden."

Seeing that he could not win the argument with the monk, Zhao Hao turned around and walked into the house.

"If you say I didn't do it, then it's not me."

Xuelang chased after him and advised him earnestly, "Donor, just admit it. The poetry world of the Ming Dynasty has been declining for two hundred years, and we need a genius like you to save it."

"Neuropathy!"

Zhao Hao raised his middle finger at him and closed the door of the west room which had just been installed this afternoon.

Xuelang knocked on the door outside and begged repeatedly: "Donor, you can't be so cruel and selfish! How can you abandon the poetry world of our Ming Dynasty? Let the poets of our dynasty be laughed at by all dynasties..."

Zhao Hao lay on the bed, covering his ears, and shouted loudly: "Gao Wu, are you deaf? Get this guy out of here!"

Gao Wu had been there for a long time, but this monk was brought back by the master, so he didn't dare to do anything rash for a while.

Now hearing the young master's order, Gao Wu stretched out his hand and pushed, and Xuelang turned around like a top.

Gao Wu pointed at the door and took a long time to utter a word.

"roll!"

"Even if you beat me to death, I won't leave!" Xuelang made up his mind, hugged one leg of the table, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

"..." Gao Wu clenched his fist as big as a vinegar jar and was about to hit the bald man.

But suddenly he felt someone pulling him, he stopped and turned around to look.

Seeing that it was Fang Wen who was pulling his sleeve, Gao Wu cast a questioning look at him.

"This monk must not be offended..." Fang Wen reminded him in a low voice, pulled Gao Wu out of the main room, and told him and his son what he had seen and heard during the day.

"Oh, it seems that we really can't use violence, otherwise it will cause trouble for the master..." When Old Man Gao heard that Xuelang had such a great influence, he nodded in agreement and said, "I don't think he has any bad intentions, so let him go. He won't stay overnight in our house, right?"

Gao Wu pursed his lips, but ultimately did not enter the main room.

~~

In the west room, Zhao Hao heard no more noise outside and thought that the bald donkey had finally left. But when he got up and opened the door, he saw that the guy was actually sitting cross-legged on the ground, determined to fight him to the end.

Zhao Hao couldn't help but laugh and cry. Why did he always run into such shameless people? Could it be that birds of a feather flock together?

"As long as the donor doesn't acknowledge it, I will not leave." Xuelang heard the door open and his right eye opened a crack.

"Do as you please!" Zhao Hao slammed the door shut and went into the house to sleep.

Unexpectedly, the airflow caused by closing the door blew up the pile of papers on the long table.

The pieces of manuscript paper happened to fall on Xuelang's bald head. Xuelang casually peeled them off, took a closer look, and was completely petrified on the spot.

"Li Bai and Du Fu's poems have been passed down by thousands of people, and they are no longer fresh. Every generation has its own talented people, and each of them has been the leader for hundreds of years!"

"The sun sets as the vast sky sets in my sorrow. I point my whip eastwards to the end of the world. The fallen petals are not heartless. They turn into spring mud to protect the flowers!"

"The vitality of the Nine Provinces depends on wind and thunder, and it is a pity that all the horses are silent. I advise the God to shake himself up and send down talents in all kinds of ways!"

"I stand alone, leaning on the railing, facing the morning breeze, the stream is full of spring water, and the small bridge is east. I just realized that I was in the dream of the Red Mansion last night, and I was in the peach blossom trees!"

"Neither the immortal nor the Buddha has achieved anything. I only know that I am alone and unhappy at night. The wind blows away all the sad songs, and the mud brings me a name of being unfaithful.

Nine out of ten people deserve to be looked down upon, and scholars are good for nothing. Don’t let your poems become a prophecy, for birds in spring and insects in autumn make their own noises!

As the drum sounded, Xuelang banged on Zhao Hao's bedroom door, crying and shouting with tears streaming down his face:

"Donor Zhao... No, Grandmaster Zhao, you still say you can't write poetry? These five top-notch poems, can't they be written by other people?!"

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