It Took 100,000 Years of Immortal Cultivation To Discover That Xinxian Village Was a Forbidden Area

Seeing that Li Ming's expression finally changed.

It was astonishment, it was astonishment.

very good.

This expression is very good.

Please keep it up.

Fang's father is obviously a little proud. It seems that he still underestimated the reputation of his children. He didn't expect that Zhongyong's fame had already spread to Jinxi County, and he would definitely be famous in the Northern Song Dynasty in the future.

He will even ascend to the top of the holy position, on the same level as Confucius, and become a saint sung around the world.

Now that he has the qualifications of a saint, the day to become a saint is not far away.

At that time, he will be the father of the saint, and he can even call himself the saint.

Thinking of this, he was even more at ease, and vaguely saw the dignitaries curry favor with him, the emperor came to his house, and asked Zhong Yong to write poems, wouldn't he have a steady stream of inexhaustible wealth.

His fantasy was suddenly interrupted by Li Ming's voice: "It turned out to be you."

"you know me?"

Fang's father was surprised, he shouldn't. It is reasonable to say that the famous Fang Zhongyong is his own son. Could it be that he is also gradually being known?

"Natural knowledge."

Li Ming looked at him speechlessly.

Can you not know?

Li Ming remembered that when he was in the first year of junior high school, the first classical Chinese text he learned was "Shang Zhongyong".

It tells the story of Fang Zhongyong, a five-year-old child prodigy who can refer to objects and write poems. His talent is outrageous. Back then, he even suspected Fang Zhongyong's transmigrators.

Because being able to compose poetry at the age of five is simply a far cry from the original.

In the end, the child prodigy was led by his old father everywhere to make money, instead of studying, and the result was nothing.

I don't know why, after many years, thinking of the classical Chinese text "Shang Zhongyong", Li Ming's mind can still see lines of words:

Fang Zhongyong, a citizen of Jinxi, was an official farmer. Zhong Yongsheng was five years old, and he didn't know the book and utensils, so he suddenly cried and begged for it. The father is different, and I borrowed it from the side, that is, four lines of poetry and poetry, and named it by myself...

It's really too classic, you don't even have to think about it, lines of text pop out of your mind.

Fang's father said proudly: "Since we know each other, we are all acquaintances, so I don't care if you brought us here, but first of all, I have to explain that no matter what tricks you play, it is not easy for me to come here, you can at least get three. Baiwen buys my son's poems."

He didn't want to come here for nothing.

"No problem, money is not a problem, please bring it to me."

Li Ming pretended to promise him that there must be an intention to get Fang Zhongyong and his father over with the dragon-patterned wooden plaque.

Through the two incidents of Xiaolongnu and Zhu Yuanzhang, Li Ming already knew the function of the dragon-patterned wooden plaque, which was to bring people over to make up for the regrets of these characters.

For example, Xiaolongnu's regret is that she was sullied by Yin Zhiping.

Zhu Yuanzhang's regret is Zhu Biao's death.

They have to make up for their regrets and make them more perfect.

That's what he's going to do.

Of course, after the matter is resolved, there will be rich rewards.

One is the improvement of the "Qi Qijue", and the other is various immortal methods and magic weapons, such as the "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra" and the Infinite Bowl. The usage of the Infinite Bowl is now understood.

Now, he is familiar with the way.

If you want to solve the problems of Fang Zhongyong and Fang's father, you probably can't be the same as Xiaolongnu and Zhu Yuanzhang.

Through his knowledge of books, Li Ming knew that Fang's father was poor, short-sighted, greedy for immediate interests, and ignorant, so he couldn't fool him with immortals.

Have to find another way.

There is no clue yet, but the time displayed on the dragon-patterned wooden sign is 24 hours.

One day must be enough to make him get lost.

Li Ming thought while walking.

Fang's father pulled Fang Zhongyong, followed behind the man in white, walked through the peach blossom forest, passed the dead trees, looked at the castle in the sky in front of him, and walked onto the wooden bridge, the more he looked at it, the more he admired it, and asked:

"The house you have here is very well built. The environment is beautiful. How much does it cost? I will build one in the future."

Father Fang felt that these houses could be built with money. As for the residence of immortals, I'm sorry. With his knowledge, he wouldn't think about it at all.

Li Ming didn't know how to answer. After thinking about it for a while, he was too lazy to explain, and just said, "It's not very expensive."

"That's good, son, then we will also build a castle like this in the sky." Father Fang took Fang Zhongyong's hand and walked slowly over the wooden bridge.

"You shouldn't be able to do it?" Li Ming didn't want to attack, but he told the truth.

"Can't you?" Father Fang was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, "Money can make a ghost run the mill. As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't make, and you can do anything with money."

"It really can't be made." Li Ming said.

Fang's father didn't refute, he just stopped, looked at Fang Zhongyong, and said, "Son, show me carefully, do you think it is possible to build this kind of suspended pavilion?"

Fang Zhong never said a word. He noticed just now that the castle in the sky leading to the wooden bridge was suspended in the air, surrounded by clouds and mist.

At first, I was very shocked. How could the pavilion hang in the air? This is against common sense.

began to think.

Until now, he has certain eyebrows.

"Son, talk." Seeing that Fang Zhongnong didn't speak, Fang's father shook his little hand. Son, be smarter. Whether you can make money here depends on your performance.

"I think it's entirely possible theoretically ~www.wuxiahere.com~ to hang in the air." Fang Zhongyong said.

"How to say?"

Li Ming stopped, but he was very interested. He wanted to hear how the legendary child prodigy answered. Now that this kid is eight or nine years old, he should be at the peak of his IQ.

Because, at the age of twelve or thirteen, he gradually regressed, and he did not disappear until he was twenty.

Eight or nine years old is definitely his prime.

Fang Zhongnong said unhurriedly: "In the book "Guanzi", it is said that 'the one with the magnet above is copper and gold'; "Guiguzi" says that "the one who examines the language is like a needle from a magnet"; "Lushi Spring and Autumn" It is said in "Magnets call iron, or lead them"; "Fengchan Shu" said that Emperor Wu of Han ordered people to use magnets to make chess pieces to "strike each other"; "Huainan Wanbishu" also said that "take chicken blood and needles" Grind it to match the magnet, paint the chess head with it, expose it to dry, and put it in the game and refuse it."

He kept citing a bunch of ancient books, Li Ming couldn't understand a word, but he was greatly shocked.

This child is only eight or nine years old.

This Nima can't do this level even if it is a transmigrator. It can only be said to be a child prodigy, a born child prodigy.

Fang Zhongyong talked for a while, and saw Li Ming and his father seemed a little dazed, with a stunned expression.

It should be in a state of incomprehension.

He quickly explained it again in words that people could understand: "In general, these books just now are talking about one thing, magnets can attract iron, while people of the same **** repel each other.

According to this theory, many magnets can be used to form a field, and opposite magnets can be installed at the bottom of the pavilion, so that the pavilion will be supported by the field formed by the magnets, and a pavilion in the air will be formed. "

Li Ming understood.

Fang's father also understood, and he rubbed his palms and laughed: "My son Fang Zhongyong has the qualifications of a saint!"