Chapter 3: Yue Fei's Poem

  I've thrown away my pen, always envying the tiger's head, I must teach myself to find joy in discussing and laughing. The vast energy in my chest surpasses the Milky Way, the green aura below my waist shoots out like a bull. Heroes naturally harmonize with the tripod and cauldron, clouds, dragons, winds, and tigers naturally impart their skills. My ambition as a man has not yet been fulfilled, but for now, I'll just laugh at those who mock my worn-out fur coat.

  Yue Teng was adopted by the old couple Wang, but that's not the point. Now let's talk about Yue Fei's first birthday celebration. On that day, Yue He held a wonton banquet at home and many villagers came to congratulate him. Yue He and his wife were busy entertaining the guests with great enthusiasm.

  The ancients had a custom that on the day of the week, they could test the future of young children. Yue and his wife had high hopes for Yue Fei and also wanted to know what their son's future would be like?

  The banquet began, and after three rounds of wine, the guests couldn't wait to see if Little Yue Fei could bring honor to the Yue family in the future. Everyone unanimously requested a test, and Yue couldn't refuse the crowd, so he brought Little Yue Fei to the table to meet the guests.

  Yue Fei was only one year old, but his intelligence had reached the level of a three-year-old child. He not only knew how to say simple words, but also knew how to walk. Yue put some objects that could test his future prospects on the table, such as pens, books, small arms, rosary beads, and toys, and let Yue Fei choose. Yue picked up Yue Fei and placed him in front of the table. Yue Fei saw the things on the table and thought they were quite novel. He touched this and that, but seemed uninterested in those toys. Everyone felt curious and quietly watched to see what little Yue Fei liked. After looking at everything on the table and touching everything, Yue Fei finally focused on the book and pen. He picked up the pen and scribbled randomly on the book, then focused on the small long gun. He picked it up and hugged it tightly, and when Yue tried to take it away, he wouldn't let go. It was really strange, and everyone present sighed in amazement.

  "Xiao Yuefei will definitely become a versatile and accomplished person in the future." someone said.

  "Yes, it will be Yue Fei who will bring honor to our family in the future." Someone echoed.

  "Brother-in-law and younger brother, I heard that when Yue Fei was born, two big peng birds flew to your house. Is it true?" someone asked in puzzlement.

  "It's true, I wanted to shoo it away at first, but then the lady gave birth to a baby and in the excitement, the idea of driving it away was forgotten. But when I turned around, the big bird had vanished." Yüeh O said with a serious expression.

  "What a pity! Where has the great Peng bird flown to now? Otherwise, these two brothers will surely be pillars of the imperial court in the future." A guest sighed.

  Yue He also felt extremely sad in his heart, he didn't know where Yue Teng had drifted to? How was he living? Only the old monk had said before that the two brothers would meet again someday.

  The guests all left, Yue He brought Yue Fei to his wife's side and told her to take good care of him, while he himself was busy putting away the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks.

  Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three years have passed. Four-year-old Yue Fei has learned many characters under his parents' guidance and can recite some simple Tang poems and Song lyrics. For his son's future, at the beginning of the second year, Yue sent Yue Fei to a private school in Xiaotai to study. The teacher, Mr. Wang, was a versatile scholar who taught students both literature and martial arts. Yue Fei excelled in the private school, and Mr. Wang favored him exceptionally. Not only did Yue Fei read well, but he also practiced his gun skills extremely proficiently.

  Yue Fei studied in a private school for two years, reciting poems and composing couplets with ease, writing articles with elegant penmanship, quoting classics and allusions, rich in content yet subtle. Yue Fei's spear skills were also impressive.

  One day, Mr. Wang went out to meet guests, Yue Fei read books in the private school for a while, practiced guns for a while, felt tired, sat in the classroom to rest, suddenly, he was inspired, picked up the chalk and walked to the blackboard, wrote a poem of passion and ambition on the blackboard.

  In the afternoon, Mr. Wang returned and saw the poem on the blackboard, marveling at it. He looked again at the signature below: "Written by Yue Fei at the age of seven."

  Mr. Wang felt that he had exhausted his skills and had nothing more to teach. The next morning, he came to Yue's house, saying with great embarrassment:

  "Brother Yue, Little Yue is a born genius and will surely achieve great things in the future. I have taught him everything I know, and I am no longer capable of being his teacher. For the sake of the child's future, you should find another, more skilled teacher!" Mr. Wang said with a sigh, and left the Yue family with a humble expression.

  "Sir, please stay. Has my son Fei offended you? I'll have him apologize to you when he gets back." Yue He detained him and said.

  "No, no, Yue Fei is a child who respects his teachers and values the way. He is willing to learn and study hard, and he is very polite to his teachers. It's just that he is a born genius, I'm afraid of delaying his future, so I decided to leave. Brother Yue, you must not misunderstand my intention. I am really unable to do anything about it." Mr. Wang said sincerely.

  "Mr. Wang, how did you suddenly make such a decision? What's the reason behind it?" Yue Da was perplexed.

  "Brother Yue, come with me." Mr. Wang said and then left.

  He followed to the private school, entered the classroom, and saw the poem on the blackboard at a glance: Casting aside his pen, he has always admired the tiger's head, He must be taught to talk and laugh in search of the Marquis. With a vast momentum in his chest, he surpasses the Milky Way, And with a green whip in his waist, he shoots the Taurus. Heroes naturally match the tripod, Cloud dragons and wind tigers naturally come together. The ambition of men has not been fulfilled, One is ridiculed by people for being poor. —— Seven-year-old Yue Fei's composition.

  Yuehe finally understood the reason. Yue Fei had great ambitions, and Mr. Wang was afraid of hindering Yue Fei's future, so he wanted to leave.

  Yue and returned home, called Yue Fei to his side, and asked kindly: "Fei'er, do you think Mr. Wang teaches badly? Want to drive him away and invite another teacher?"

  Yue Fei listened and shook his head repeatedly, saying: "Dad, don't blame me. I think Mr. Wang is very good to me and cares about me a lot. It's just that every day he teaches those 'zhi hou zhe ye' (empty words), and the moves are all fancy fists and embroidered legs. I've already learned them, and if I learn these things every day, it's not very interesting."

  "Now - what do you want? Speak out, Papa will definitely grant it." Yue He knew that Yue Fei would become a great hero in the future, and as long as Yue Fei wanted something, he would think of ways to satisfy him.

  "The child wants to invite a wise master to teach and enlighten him, please fulfill this wish, Father," said Yue Fei.

  Yue and Ting nodded in agreement: "Fei'er, as long as you have the ambition to improve yourself, Father will sell all his pots and pans to send you to school. It's getting late today, tomorrow Father will go discuss with the masters again."

  "Thank you, Father." Yue Fei said with a smile, and then ran out like the wind.