The Wu Clan in southern Xinjiang practices voodoo techniques and cultivates voodoo insects, and because some people use voodoo poisons to cause trouble in the rivers and lakes, which has led to the Wu Clan being despised by the world. Every time it is mentioned, they are scornful. Zhang Jingqian once visited the Wu Clan. Combining the voodoo worms of the witch clan with a dose of rare medicine, after many failures and countless expenditures, he finally cultivated a new voodoo, called "Medicine Gu". Unlike ordinary voodoos that have mixed benefits and disadvantages, medicinal voodoos can invade the human body and then control them. Medicinal poison eats away toxins deposited in the human body, just like an alternative surgery. It was difficult for the world to accept at first. However, because of his reputation as a medical saint, medicinal poison saved countless people in Zhang Jingqian's hands, which changed the world's view of the Wu clan. Therefore, The relationship between the Wu clan and Yaowang Valley is also getting closer.
Wu Zhi looked at the medicinal poison in Zhang Ling's hand and couldn't help but said: "I didn't expect Meng Qian to even give you this."
Zhang Ling shook his head: "She didn't give it to me."
Wu Zhi's train of thought changed: "Oh, I had forgotten that your brother is the Medical Sage of the Medicine King Valley. This thing was trained by him. It's not surprising that you have it yourself. But can this thing kill someone?"
Zhang Ling suddenly took out another green bottle, tilted the red liquid in it, and used it to feed the poison. Then he opened Lu Cheng's mouth and nose to let the poison infected by the poison get in. Zhang Ling said in a cold tone. : "I can't kill him today, but with this medicinal poison here, I can kill him at any time, and the medicinal poison will eat itself without leaving any evidence."
Wu Zhi felt a little shuddered, why did Yaowang Valley have such a ruthless person.
After Zhang Ling finished dealing with it, the three of them walked out of the boat cabin. Zhang Ling warned Meng Qixin and Yang Li again: "Dare you say what happened today..."
Then Zhang Ling made a gesture of wiping his neck to scare them. When the two nodded, the three of them jumped back to the original boat.
Song Linjie asked: "If they tell them, will you really kill them?"
Zhang Ling shook his head and said with a smile: "Just scare them, and I won't kill innocent people indiscriminately."
Knowing that the other party was not a murderous maniac, Song Linjie felt relieved. He had traveled through the world once and had seen many people's temperament change drastically due to events. People who were usually kind to others were touched by their bottom line and became bloodthirsty and without any nature. , and from then on it got out of hand, and some people were unjust and killed their relatives and siblings, which made him feel hesitant. Fortunately, looking back on the past, his own state of mind was not affected, but became more resilient.
The next moment, everyone raised their heads and looked up. An elegant middle-aged man walked out of the boat in the middle of Jinming Lake. He was wearing a simple plain shirt. He had an extraordinary demeanor and his behavior gave people a comfortable feeling. He stood on the bow of the boat. He shouted loudly: "Everyone, the poetry meeting on the boat begins now. Those who are interested can go to the boat to compose poems."
Then, the middle-aged scribe called on others to prepare wooden planks and rope ladders, while he stood aside and looked around.
Wu Zhiwang, a middle-aged scribe, said, "It's actually him! Lu Zhaoxian, a cabinet scholar, spends his days approving and annotating documents and compiling political figures. He is busier than Prime Minister Xiao Qinhe, yet he actually has the leisure to participate in the poetry meeting. "
While Wu Zhi was explaining, a pleasure boat in one row approached the center. The two boats were of the same height, and the people on the pleasure boat prepared to step on it to let it come over.
On the boat, a handsome young man dressed in red and green, all showing off his wealth and talents, bowed to Lu Zhaoxian and then introduced himself to the crowd: "I'm Jin Qingyi, My father is the censor of Zuodu, the capital procuratorate."
Jin Qingyi looked at Lu Zhaoxian again, but the other person no longer had a good look on his face. Jin Qingyi was also a little confused as to why he had offended him. Lu Zhaoxian said expressionlessly: "Please."
Jin Qingyi sat down, picked up his pen, and began to compose poems on the paper he had prepared in advance.
Zhang Ling saw the reason for Lu Zhaoxian's displeasure and said: "I didn't talk about my own abilities before I moved my father out. He only knows how to engage in nepotism. Of course it will make people unhappy."
Not long after, Jin Qingyi finished his writing and stood up and stepped aside.
Lu Zhaoxian stepped forward and picked up the poems on the table. He looked at them for a moment and immediately showed disdain. It was not that the poems written by Jin Qingyi were nonsense, but that he knew that Jin Qingyi was a poor person. Most of the poems were bought with money, but It was not easy to expose it at this time, so I casually recited: "The breeze blows on my face, and my thoughts are carried by the wind. Red beans send my lovesickness, and I think about it alone under the moon."
There were a lot of discussions around him, but Lu Zhaoxian finished reading the poem, threw the paper on the table casually, and walked aside without any intention of expressing his position.
Jin Qingyi did not dare to push the envelope further and said to himself: "This poem is written for Su Zhi, the daughter of the Minister of Hubu, just for a glimpse of her beauty."
After a while, another boat approached. The meaning was obvious. The two families were probably going to get married. However, this was not really because the Su family woman was moved by his poem, or it was due to Su Shangshu's careful consideration. As a result, it may have been negotiated privately long ago, just to make the situation more poetic and picturesque, and to let more people know about the friendship between the two families.
Jin Qingyi stepped onto the wooden plank casually, and then the two boats left. All that was left was to have fun at home.
University scholar Lu Zhaoxian felt displeased, but he turned his eyes and was instantly relieved. Seeing that he was looking this way, the three people on the boat turned around and saw the other people in the boat coming out. Ren Pingsheng nodded and smiled, obviously the two of them were understanding.
After waiting for about half a moment, another pleasure boat approached. It squeezed out from the third row. Because the boat was shorter, a rope ladder was prepared on the boat. The young people below climbed up the ladder. They behaved in a polite manner, unlike Jin just now. Qingyi feels so good that it floats, and it is not as good as Jinyi and Jade Belt, but it is simple and elegant.
The young man who got on the boat also bowed his hands, but received a nod from the bachelor, which made Jin Qingyi even more confused. Could it be that the bachelor could be so poor?
He was said to be poor, but he was a promising man. The young man faced everyone respectfully and introduced himself: "I am Xuan Yubei, editor of the Hanlin Academy."
The editor of the Hanlin Academy was a seventh-rank minor official, and except for the Ye family, everyone in the front row was the descendant of a fourth-rank official or above. This made those disciples who had no official position and no ability at all disdain to laugh at him.
Xuan Yubei saluted Lu Zhaoxian again, and the other party stepped aside. Xuan Yubei sat down and started writing, handing it to Lu Zhaoxian and asking him to recite it.
Lu Zhaoxian took a closer look and found that not only his literary talent was better than that of just now, but his handwriting was also more neat and decent. The most important thing was that he did not steal someone else's calligraphy by deceiving others. The shadow lingers in sorrow. The reflection of the withered vine reflects the solitary autumn, leaving only the red leaves as a small islet."
After Lu Zhaoxian finished reading, instead of just ignoring it, he spread out the poems for everyone to read. He also patted Xuan Yubei on the shoulder and called him aside to analyze the poems and make corrections.
After everyone from all sides read it, even those who were disdainful were ashamed. Only the shameless dandy was still using his official account to talk things over.
