Due to the distance, Qu Wuming couldn't tell which of the three young men was Master Zhen, but he was sure that the one who was about to go downstairs must be the talented girl Zhen Shensen.
Sure enough, when the dancers on the opposite side stopped dancing to salute and exit, the entire island in the middle of the lake suddenly became silent.
After about ten breaths, there was a sudden flash of light in the center of the platform on the second floor, and then a water pavilion slowly emerged, with the cold scenery of a lonely moon. Looking from a distance, it seemed real and illusory.
Miracle.
As soon as this scene appeared, it caused waves of exclamation and praise from all over the garden.
"This Zhen Buping knows how to play. He seems to be a veteran in officialdom." Qu Wuming snorted coldly in his heart. He could see that just the image of the waterside pavilion had to be burned and laid out in advance using countless mysterious shadow stones.
I'm afraid it would cost a lot of spiritual stones just to maintain this momentary image.
Moreover, judging from the reactions of the people around him, it seemed that this was the first time such a similar image had appeared.
On the terrace of the fifth floor, Zhen Buping was pointing to the water pavilion opposite and explaining something to everyone at the table. Lu Ling and others nodded after hearing the words, seeming to appreciate Zhen Buping's preparations.
At this time, a woman actually stepped out of the attic of the waterside pavilion, with a melancholy and affectionate look on her face. She stood leaning on the railing, looking up at the moon, and stood there motionless, just like the person in the painting.
For some reason, even though she was doing nothing at the moment and was just standing there quietly, a group of scholars gathered under the two buildings on the floating island started shouting, and for a while, the shouts came one after another...
All kinds of shouts could be heard incessantly, and some even shouted so excited that they passed out. It only caused a moment of commotion among the surrounding crowd, and then was drowned out by the shouts again.
Qu Wuming could only vaguely see that the fainted person seemed to be the Zhen Shen supporter he met on the road before...
After a while, a burst of melodious music sounded on the platform, and the shouts of the scholars immediately fell silent. Under everyone's gaze, Zhen Shen turned around slowly, lightly opened her red lips, and recited affectionately:
"The moonlit night is cold, the thin quilt is slightly cold, and I can't sleep at night, tossing and turning.
When I opened the window and saw the moon, I couldn't help feeling melancholy. I suddenly felt something and wrote this poem."
Qu Wuming heard some people muttering next to him, and someone asked: "Zhen Da Talented Girl's poems were very brief before and she never talked nonsense. Why did she say so much nonsense this time?"
"You don't know, don't you? There are rumors that a great scholar who has been in the literary world for many years said not long ago that in the future, articles should only be literate! Punctuation and the like are nothing but demons, how can they count? So, all you great talents, or
It’s better to cultivate one’s moral character and write more honestly! I heard that some book publishers have already started to follow suit, saying that in the future, for books and articles published by them, punctuation will not be counted in the word count!”
"Is this happening?! If we change this rule, we will risk the world's disapproval!"
"Haha, so what? Those who write books and compositions have no right to speak? Who has the final say who controls the rules?"
"No, no, the punctuation is part of the article. How can you say it won't be ignored? I think this news is inaccurate. It must be a rumor!"
"I think it's just a rumor. If the rules are really changed, why would someone have to officially announce it?"
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", we have no idea whether to change the rules or not, stop talking, Zhen Shen Shen will continue to recite poems!"
These people were murmuring there endlessly, but on the stage in the middle of the lake, Zhen Shen Shen finally spoke again after pondering for a moment. She was heard softly chanting:
"The mist is thick and the clouds are sad and the day is forever,
I miss you so much that I lose weight.
I am happy to see the dark green color on my desk,
No less gentle than a gentle man.”
After reciting the four lines of the poem, Zhen Qianqian pretended to be shy, gave the audience a flirtatious look, turned around and retreated into the attic.
There is no longer her figure on the platform.
However, a moment later, a burst of thunderous applause sounded from the quiet floating island in the middle of the lake, which lasted for a long time.
At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like an academy master appeared where Zhen was standing just now, and cleared his throat with his hands behind his back.
The applause below gradually subsided, and some of the people around Qu Wuming also began to be silent, saying: "Shh! Stop arguing, let's listen to what Mr. Rong Guangqi of Wenyuan Pavilion of Qingtan State said about the new poems of the talented woman!"
The man on the stage pondered for a moment, until he felt that all eyes were on him, and then he puffed out his chest and said loudly: "Just now is a new poem written by Zhen Shenshen, the most talented woman in Chang'an City——
"Ode to Cucumber Part 2". I couldn't help but be amazed when I heard it. I didn't expect that Zhen Shen was not only good at writing new poems, but also excellent verses! "The mist is thick and the clouds are worrying about the day forever, and the deep boudoir misses the king."
The mood of the woman in the boudoir when no one is around in the middle of the night is vividly described! And that "I am happy to see the dark green on the desk, not inferior to the gentleness of the man's jade pestle", compared with the new style poem written by the talented woman before, "Cucumber is undoubtedly the best in the world"
It's more subtle, but has the same purpose but the same purpose..."
While Rong Guangqi was gushing and praising him on the stage, Qu Wuming heard a familiar voice coming from beside him and said: "Ugh...it's so fucking disgusting. This stinky foot is too embarrassing to hold up."
.It’s better to just go upstairs and lick the toes of the City Lord..."
Qu Wuming was happy when he heard this, and turned around to look, who could it be if it wasn't the little fat man he met on the road before? But at this time, the little fat man was flushed and smelled of alcohol, and he had obviously drunk a lot.
The little fat man originally said this to his companion. When he saw the scholar next to him, who was as tall as an iron tower, turning to look at him, he felt a faint sense of oppression coming towards him. He was so frightened that he shrugged his shoulders and took half a step back.
Upon closer inspection, I felt that this tall scholar looked very familiar. I was stunned for a moment before I remembered, wasn't this the swordsman who rode the donkey before?
"Is it you? My dear friend, aren't you interested in poetry? Why are you here?" The little fat man was already a familiar person. At this time, he was very drunk and talked a lot. He patted the song.
Wuming said from behind, "Where did you get this outfit? It's a little too small. You don't look like a scholar no matter how you wear it."
Qu Wuming lowered his head and looked at his slightly tight chest, and raised his arms slightly. The bulging muscles under the robe were vaguely visible, so he could only chuckle and said: "I found it temporarily, and it is indeed a bit small.
Although I'm not interested in poetry, isn't there a top-notch performance from one of the top ten art houses here? Of course I have to come here to feast my eyes."
"Well, brother, you've come to the right place. But it's a pity that the protagonist today is not them, but the talented women like Zhen." The little fat man curled his lips and said, "With a good father there, we can study hard.
After ten years, no one cares about his rich knowledge, and someone just randomly breaks up a sentence and turns it into a "good work", which is really speechless. I am afraid that the literary world of Qingtan Kingdom will be destroyed in the hands of these people sooner or later.
"
"Shh, please keep your voice down!" The young man next to him hurriedly pulled the little fat man's sleeve and said, "Be careful if you turn around and someone will send you to the Master. If you turn around, you will be criticized again."
"Tch! So what? I can't say what they can do?" The little fat man shook his sleeves and shook off his companion's hand, but his voice still lowered, "Originally, I have almost completed my apprenticeship. In the future,
When I go home to do business, I won’t compete with them for food in the same pot. What am I afraid of?”
"Having said that, those people have a lot to do with the officialdom after all, so it's better not to offend them." The young man still persuaded him earnestly, "Besides, people are not having fun in their own circle in the literary world.
I'll just grab your food and drink and just watch the fun."
The two of them were talking lively, and Qu Wuming also found it interesting to listen to it. He felt that it was much better than the old man on the stage who kept talking about his stinky feet. He accidentally looked at the two of them with his clairvoyance skills.
Pan, couldn't help interrupting the two of them and asked in a low voice: "Two of you, do you know anything about cultivating Taoism?"
The little fat man nodded and said: "That's natural." As he said that, he licked his lips in the direction of the five-story island on the lake center and said, "The high officials in every city and county are all cultivators. Ordinary people, even if they are knowledgeable,
No matter how high you are, you can only live below and become a helper."
"Don't your family know that you can also practice?" Qu Wuming suddenly looked down at the two of them and said through a voice transmission.
"Huh? You are!" The little fat man saw that Qu Wuming didn't move his mouth, but he heard Qu Wuming's voice in his mind. He was horrified, and he was already three points drunk. He almost shouted out, but Qu Wuming raised his hand to stop him.
.
"Yes, I am. Moreover, I just checked the spiritual roots of the two of you, and they are both excellent heavenly spiritual roots! It would be a pity if you don't practice and continue to delay like this." Qu Wuming shook his head and passed on.
Yin said.
"Really? You said we are actually geniuses in cultivation?" The young man on the side lowered his voice and asked in surprise.
Qu Wuming looked helpless and said via voice: "It's hard to say whether you are a genius or not, but your spiritual roots are indeed different from ordinary people. Although it is a little late to start practicing in your teens, but judging from your spiritual roots, you can't tell for sure.
It won’t affect too much.”
"If I can cultivate and become an immortal, won't my family have a backer for business?" The little fat man covered his mouth with excitement on his face, "You, the second wife, are always ostracized in the family. If you become an immortal who can control the wind and rain in the future,
Who dares to bully your family?"
"Yes!" The young man couldn't hold back his excitement. He looked at Qu Wuming and said, "Brother, are you accepting a disciple? How about the two of us kneel down and kowtow!"
Before he finished speaking, the little fat man had already pulled his companion to kneel on the ground with a plop, and clasped his fists with his hands to perform the apprenticeship ceremony.
Qu Wuming was startled by the little fat man. When he saw the people around him looking over curiously, he hurriedly pulled the two of them up with a dark face, and dragged them towards a less crowded area outside the back garden. As he walked,
While not forgetting the message, he said: "Did I owe you two in my previous life? Why did I kneel down all of a sudden?"
The little fat man was a little puzzled when he heard the words: "It's written like this in the storybook. When a cultivator encounters a talented young man with excellent bones, he naturally refuses to let him go. He must accept him as a disciple and teach him his skills.
, when the disciple has achieved success, the master encounters a catastrophe and passes away, and the disciple soars into the sky, meeting many beauties on the way to avenge the master and bringing them into the harem, and finally dominates the country..."
When Qu Wuming heard this, his face couldn't help but turn darker...