Chapter 84 Xi Lian: This poem is a wonderful metaphor for me (please read it later)

The poem is complete!

Pick up the pen.

Sitting next to the desk, Qi Ping finished writing in one go, feeling emotional in his heart. When he first read Zheng Banqiao's poem "Bamboo and Stone", it was not as stunning as Su Shi's poems.

But the short four-line poem contains character and strength.

Historically, there have been many poems about bamboo, and there are many excellent ones, but there are only a few that are as popular as this one.

On the side, Xi Lan stood blankly with a folding fan in his hand, his eyes glued to the poem, his lips moving, as if he was reciting silently, and his whole person was lost in thought.

"Stick to the green mountains and never let go... let the winds blow from east to west, north and south..."

He muttered to himself and repeated it, as if he was struck by thunder. As a person who loves poetry, he could naturally understand that this poem is not only a chant of objects, but also a metaphor for people.

The poem describes bamboo, but actually it describes people.

It is like a bamboo in the wind, persevering, brave, tenacious, and persistent... Although it is rooted in "broken rock", it is still optimistic, not afraid of hardship and power, and has an iron-clad backbone.

Especially the last sentence... it is generous and unrestrained, and the character of a generation of literati is vividly reflected on the page.

"Isn't this...about me?"

Xi Lian was stunned and lost his mind.

In an instant, I felt that this poem seemed to be tailor-made for him, vividly displaying his pride and dignity.

Bosom friend!

At this moment, Xi Lian's eyes changed when he looked at Qi Ping, and his voice trembled:

"This... this poem, give it to me?"

Qi Ping nodded, took two steps back, and thought to himself, isn't it just a poem?

Xi Lian took a deep breath and asked again: "This poem...does it have a name?"

Qi Ping subconsciously wanted to say yes, but when Mr. Six stared at him with red eyes, he swallowed and spat:

"Sir, please give me your name."

Xi Lian laughed loudly, thought for a moment, and said:

"Since this poem was written in Zhushiju, how about... how about calling it "Zhushiju presented my master's mat curtain"?"

...What else could Qi Ping say? He just accepted it.

Xi Lian was in a good mood and put the paper away with a little regret:

"The poem is very wonderful, but this word... is a bit ordinary."

Qi Ping coughed and interrupted the other party:

"Sir, I only took half a day off. This method of drawing talisman..."

"Young people are impatient." Xi Lian chuckled and led Qi Ping to sit at the low table indoors.

As he waved his hand, a sapphire-made brush flew towards him.

Throw it to Qi Ping and say:

"If you want to draw talismans, first of all, you need a magic brush. This pen is what I used in the past. It is of average quality and can be regarded as a Xuan-level magic weapon, but it is somewhat better than the one issued by the academy, so I will give it to you.

"

Xuan Jie... Qi Ping took it with both hands and was overjoyed. This poem was worth copying.

You know, the students in the academy are allotted the lowest yellow-level products. If you want something good? You can buy it with your own money.

It was Xuan Jie who made Xi Lian's move. Although his tone was understatement, in reality, it was a generous gift.

"Thank you sir!" Qi Ping said.

The corner of Xi Lian's mouth slightly raised, pretending to be free and easy:

"Having the magic brush is not enough. If you want to draw a magical talisman, there are many key points, such as the timing of infusing the true energy, its strength, how to hold it, maintaining stability, and connecting with the mind..."

He talked about a bunch of key points in one breath, and immediately began to point out and teach one by one. Qi Ping listened attentively and asked questions from time to time.

Then, start the actual operation.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two hours passed. Qi Ping held the sapphire pen, poured his true energy into it, and tried to outline words in the air.

But he was defeated repeatedly.

Until most of the true energy in the body is consumed, he has no choice but to pause:

"Sir, why can't I draw it?"

Xi Lian was speechless: "Are you thinking that you can master a technique after only learning it for an hour or two? Especially the powerful 'Feng' character?"

Qi Ping was embarrassed and admitted that he was greedy.

Xi Lian admonished:

"It is not easy to practice the art. Although you are quite talented in this way, don't expect to achieve it quickly. When you go back, practice the key points I taught today and practice repeatedly. You may be able to get started within ten days."

One ten days is ten days.

Xi Lian continued: "Even if you get started, there is still a possibility of failure in casting spells. When you cast the spell ten times and succeed ten times, it will be barely considered mastery."

Is that so... Qi Ping nodded and took note, thought about it, and asked:

"What are the factors that affect the probability of spell casting?"

Xi Lian was stunned for a moment by this new word before he answered:

"There are many, such as whether one's cultivation is solid or not, whether one is calm or panicked when casting a spell, whether the movement of drawing the talisman is out of shape, whether the surrounding vitality is sufficient and smooth... By the way, there is also a pen."

He said: "With a low-quality spell pen, spell casting is more likely to fail. On the contrary, the higher the grade, the more powerful the spell, the casting speed, and even the success or failure will be."

Qi Ping's heart moved, and he thought, if he cast spells with a heaven-level talisman pen, would it save a lot of practice time?

He felt that it was necessary to go back and try.

At noon, Qi Ping stood up to say goodbye and ended the study.

Xi Lian sent him away with a smile on his face, then became impatient, took out the poem, smiled, turned and walked towards the depths of the academy.

If you have something good, share it with old friends.

…

The old paper building.

In the lobby on the first floor, He Sheng, with a slender figure and wearing crystal lens glasses, was reading a book in the sun. Beside him, a lazy orange cat lay prone.

Suddenly, the orange cat opened his eyes and looked out the window.

A gust of breeze blew in, and the mat curtain floated over. Holding a calligraphy treasure in his hand, he chanted:

"Stand firmly on the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They are still strong despite being struck hard by the winds from east to west, north and south."

The abstinent female gentleman looked at him, her eyes briefly distracted behind her lenses, as if she was confused:

"What are you doing?"

Xi Lian clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, his voice was low and full of magnetism:

"Sansan, don't you realize that this poem is a very appropriate metaphor for me?"

He Sheng: "Get lost."

"Okay."

…

Baopu Tower.

This is the residence of Mr. Fifth, who is unkempt and "hides in a small building to unite". As a scientific research maniac, Mr. Five rarely leaves the house.

Academy students are also rare to see.

At this moment, Mr. Wu was reading aloud at the table. Suddenly, the closed window opened, and the mat curtain floated outside the window, bathed in the midday sun, like a god:

"Lao Wu, I got a good poem today, and I came here to share it with you."

Mr. Wu was furious and struck out with his palm:

"What's wrong with you!"

…

By the lakeside of the academy, in a thatched study room, Mr. Er, who is broad-minded and gentle, is sitting in the room, staring at the "Ding Feng Bo" on the table, a little distracted.

Suddenly, he got up and walked to the door.

Waited for a few seconds.

The strong wind blows, the thatch flies, and the mat curtain floats, just like the immortal in the poem: "The second child..."

"You can change your name..."
To be continued...