Due to the distance, Qu Wuming couldn't tell which of the three young men was the third young master Zhen, but he was sure that the one who was about to go downstairs must be the talented girl Zhen Shenshen.
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, a wave of light suddenly flashed in the center of the platform on the second floor, and then slowly emerged a scene of a waterside pavilion and a lonely moon. Looking from a distance, it seemed real and illusory. Miracle.
As soon as this scene appeared, there were waves of exclamation and praise from all over the garden.
"This Zhen Buping knows how to play. He seems to be a veteran in the 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 moment's image.
Moreover, judging from the reactions of the people around him, it seemed that this was the first time such an image had appeared.
On the terrace of the fifth floor, Zhen Buping was pointing to the waterside 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...
"Talented girl!"
"Zhen Shenshen!"
"We like you!"
"Zhen Shenshen, look here!"
"Zhen Shen Shen! Zhen Shen Shen! Zhen Shen Shen! Zhen Shen Shen!..."
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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, I can't sleep at night, tossing and turning.
When I opened the window and saw the moon, I couldn't help but feel melancholy. Suddenly I felt something, so I wrote this poem. "
Qu Wuming heard some people muttering next to him, and someone asked: "The talented woman Zhen'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 ghosts, how can they count? So, all the great talents, it's better to It’s better to cultivate your moral character and write more honestly! I heard that some book publishers have already started to follow the trend, saying that in the future, for those who publish books and articles with 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 say? Who controls the rules and has the final say?"
"No, no, 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?"
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", we have no idea whether to change the rules or not, stop talking, Zhen Shen Shen will continue to recite poems!"
These people were mumbling endlessly, but on the stage in the middle of the lake, Zhen Shen Shen finally spoke again after pondering for a moment. Just listen to her singing softly:
"The mist is thick and the clouds are sad and the day is forever,
The deep boudoir misses you and makes you thin.
I am happy to see the dark green color on my desk,
Not inferior to the gentle man's jade pestle. "
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 was 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 silence themselves, saying: "Shh! Stop arguing, let's hear 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, 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 naked to hold." . It’s better to just go upstairs and lick the City Lord’s toes..."
Qu Wuming was happy when he heard this and turned around to look, who could he be if he wasn't the little fat man he met on the road before? But at this time, the little fat man's face was flushed and he smelled of alcohol. He had obviously drank 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, a faint sense of oppression came to 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 had a familiar temperament. He was drunk at this time and talked a lot. Wuming said from behind, "Where did you get this clothes? 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 clearly visible, so he could only chuckle and said: "I found it temporarily, but 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 okiyas here? Of course I have to come here to feast my eyes."
"Then brother, you are at the right time. But unfortunately, today's protagonist 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 and a wealth of knowledge, no one cares about it. Someone just randomly cuts off a sentence and turns it into a 'masterpiece', which really makes people speechless. I am afraid that the literary world of Qingtan Kingdom will be destroyed in the hands of these people sooner or later. "
"Shh, keep your voice down!" The young man next to him hurriedly pulled the little fat man's sleeves and said, "Be careful if you turn around and someone passes you to the Master. If you turn around, you will be criticized again."
"Tch! So what? I can't say anything about what they did?" The little fat man shook his sleeves and shook off his companion's hand, but his voice was 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 having fun in their own circles in the literary world, and it's not I'll steal your food and drink, just watch the excitement and that's it."
The two of them were chatting 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 unintentionally looked at the two of them with his clairvoyance skills, and couldn't help interrupting them and asking softly: "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-ranking officials in every city and county are all cultivators. Ordinary people, even if they are knowledgeable, No matter how high he is, he can only live below him 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's mouth hadn't moved, but he heard Qu Wuming's voice in his mind. He was horrified, and he was three points drunker. 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. 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 could become an immortal through cultivation, wouldn't my family have a backer for their 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 hands in fists 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, he kept transmitting the message and 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 will naturally not 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 unifies the country..."
When Qu Wuming heard this, his face couldn't help but turn darker...
