Dongfang Jade stopped at a gray pagoda in Kaohsiung. The Blue Gray Tower is the tallest building in Kyoto.
Xu Siming was wearing an ink robe and a hat on his head. He stood motionless on the top of the gray tower, holding a large pen in his hand, which was as big as a handful of Buddha dust.
Standing at the highest point, the wind was naturally strong, blowing the sleeves and long hair of the two people.
Why do you say that Xu Siming is an elder and now his boss.
Dong bowed to Xu Siming and said, "Aunt Xu, I will go back. Please give me time to say goodbye."
Dongfang Yuer thought that Xu Siming came to the mortal world to capture her and take her back to Taichen Palace. Little did he know that Xu Siming wished that Dongfang Yu'er would never return to Taichen Palace.
Xu Siming replied with a smile: "It doesn't matter, the Ming Book Building is not busy anyway, you can play as long as you want. The main reason I came to the mortal world is to tell you, don't try to change Wenqu Xingjun's fate."
"Aunt Xu, you misunderstood. I have no intention of changing Wenqu Xingjun's fate. I stay with Wenqu Xingjun because I want to do more things to make Wenqu Xingjun happy when Wenqu Xingjun's bad luck comes. "Dongfang Yu'er explained.
When Dongfang Yu'er called herself a subordinate, Xu Siming's lips raised a rather happy smile.
"Just understand that you are a Siming Star Lord. If you violate the regulations of the Si Ming Star Lord, no one can save you." Xu Siming told Dongfang Yu'er.
After Xu Siming informed Dongfang Yu'er, he waved his long sleeves and disappeared.
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"Sir is back!"
"Sister Yu'er is back!"
Seeing Dongfang Yu'er's safe return, Sima Ao, Xiaopang, Jiang Bin, Jiang Min, and Li Fulai who were sitting all stood up excitedly.
Dongfang Yu'er returned to the school as if nothing had happened. When she saw the anxious looks in their eyes, she smiled and asked, "How's the poetry recital going?"
Sima Ao took two steps forward, bowed, and asked worriedly: "Sir, where did you go just now? We are all so worried!"
"Yeah yeah!"
Xiaopang, Jiang Bin, Jiang Min, and Li Fulai said at the same time.
"Just now, the teacher just went out to meet an old friend. You don't need to worry."
"It turns out we were meeting friends! We thought something was going to happen?"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that Dongfang Yu'er was just going out to meet a friend.
"Why don't you bring your friend to us, sir?" Sima Ao asked strangely.
"My friends are all monks. Monks always like to be quiet and don't like to interact with others." Dongfang Yu'er explained.
"How's the poetry recital going?" Dongfang Yu'er asked again.
After Master Dongfang left in a panic.
Sima Ao, Xiaopang, Jiang Bin, Jiang Min, and Li Fulai, how can they still be in the mood to recite poems and argue?
Dongfang Yu'er glanced around and saw that the pens and ink on the table and the food had not been moved. She also saw that everyone lowered their heads and said nothing. Dongfang Yu'er understood.
With a smile on Dongfang Yu'er's face, she walked to the host's seat and sat down. She picked up a jar of wine on the table and started drinking tea gracefully.
"Why are you all standing here? Come sit down and drink together!" Dongfang Yu'er asked Sima Ao, Xiaopang, Jiang Bin, Jiang Min, and Li Fulai to sit over as well, and claimed that the poetry recitation meeting would begin now.
The gentlemen all became bold and unrestrained, and the five of them were no longer restrained. They all sat back in their original positions, drinking and eating food boldly.
Seeing that everyone was in a party mood, Dongfang Yuer suggested that everyone show off their talents. Ask: "Who comes first?"
Sima Ao stood up and said, "I'll go first."
Youth Chronicles
The money eventually disappears,
Time never comes back.
The man is full of ambition,
You shouldn't sigh in vain.
Song of the Four Seasons
Spring rain crosses the ark,
Midsummer relieves love and sorrow.
The autumn frost makes no sound,
In winter, the sky is filled with snow.
Sima Ao read two poems. Although they are old works, it can be seen from the two poems that Sima Ao is a young man with dreams and ambitions, full of yearning for a better life.
Everyone applauded warmly, and Dongfang Yuer nodded happily.
"Brother Ao writes a poem, then I will play a piece of guqin for everyone." After saying this, Jiang Bin took out a guqin and started playing it with great interest!
The leisurely sound of the piano sounds like a mountain stream flowing briskly, or like a woman in plain clothes singing and dancing in a pool filled with clouds and mist...
Listening to the leisurely music of the piano, Li Fulai was instantly inspired and drew a painting of "Qingxi Tu".
The 'poetry recital' was coming to an end, and Dongfang Yu'er announced to everyone that she would leave tomorrow!
Dongfang Yu'er's words were like thunder, and everyone who was still in joy suddenly fell silent, with expressions of disbelief.
"Sir, what did you just say?" Sima Ao seemed to have not heard clearly.
Dongfang Yu'er looked at everyone reluctantly and said, "It's been five years, my teacher is really leaving! You must learn to protect yourself."
"Teacher, can you not leave?" Sima Ao begged affectionately.
"Please, sir, don't leave us!" Xiaopang, Li Fulai, Jiang Bin, and Jiang Min begged at the same time.
Seeing the five people burst into tears with sadness, Dongfang Yu'er felt sad deep down in her heart.
"I know that you are very sad at this time, but you must know that there is no such thing as a banquet in the world."
Dongfang Yuer reassured Sima Ao, Xiaopang, Li Fulai, Jiang Bin, and Jiang Min not to be too sad. Everyone has their own way.
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The next day, when Dongfang Yu'er was packing her bags and preparing to leave, Sima Ao quietly approached.
"Sir, please take me with you!"
What?
Dongfang Yu'er turned back to look at Sima Ao in surprise.
"The student has been thinking about it all night and wants to practice immortality and seek Taoism with his husband."
"If you leave with me, who will take care of your parents? You have to know that you are the only one for them. Cultivation as an immortal is a slippery road, and you may not become an immortal after practicing for a lifetime."
"I?"
Thinking that his elderly parents had no one to take care of him, Sima Ao hesitated and said nothing.
Dongfang Yu'er told Sima Ao that people with different paths should not work together, and told Sima Ao to obtain fame and realize his ambition.
Dongfang Yuer returned the jade dragon fan given to her by Emperor Wenchang to Sima Ao, and told Sima Ao to keep it well.
An exquisite jade dragon fan, with a giant dragon winding around the blue jade plate; the fan bone is made of sandalwood, like a slender hand; the surface of the fan depicts an ink lotus, and you can smell a faint scent of lotus when you gently shake the fan. The fragrance of flowers is like the fairy butterfly coming from the sky and shaking out the fragrance of thousands of flowers.
"Sir, where did you get this fan?" Sima Ao felt that this fan looked very familiar.
"This fan is not an ordinary fan. It was given to me by a master. I am giving it to you now. You must keep it well."
"good."
Knowing that this fan came from the hand of a master and that this fan was really a treasure, Sima Ao immediately put the Jade Dragon Fan away.
Dongfang Yuer packed her bags and said goodbye to Sima Xiang.
They bid a chic farewell and before leaving, Dongfang Yuer, Dingxiang, and Yuzhu changed into their Taoist nun attires.
Dongfang Yuer told Sima Ao, Xiao Pang, Li Fulai, Jiang Bin, and Jiang Min not to give away any more.
"Sir, will you come back to see us?" the five asked.
Dongfang Yuer only said, "Flowers bloom and fall without regret, fate comes and goes like water."
The five people didn't understand what the teacher meant by his last sentence, and watched the teacher leave reluctantly!
Dongfang Yuer, Lilac and Polygonatum odoratum turned around gracefully, hummed a tune, brushed the Buddha dust, and walked away with long strides.
Life is only a few autumns! Don’t give up until you get drunk!
To the east is my beauty, to the west is the Yellow River... Don’t worry about your worries.
