The snow girl stood in the snow, using magic to control her "toys".
The "toys" jumped up and down.
But she was like a beautiful ice sculpture, expressionless and motionless.
I don't know how much time passed, but she seemed tired of playing. She thought again, and these animals made of ice and snow melted into water one after another and disappeared.
Then she raised her head, looked at the flying snowflakes in the sky, and whispered: "The fairy jasper Qiongyao, dots of poplar flowers, and pieces of goose feathers."
Her voice was light and sweet. In Gu Xu's ears, it didn't sound like he was reciting poetry, but more like singing softly.
Perhaps it's because the snow girl has such a vicious reputation.
Staying with her recently, Gu Xu almost forgot that she was once a poet. She was famous in the Qi Dynasty for her talent in poetry and painting, and was recognized by the "Jinghong Pen".
Seeing the crystal snowflakes falling on her black hair, clothes, and cuffs, decorating her whole body like bright jewels, Gu Xu also said on a whim:
"It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces."
Hearing his voice, the snow girl immediately turned her head and stared at him for a long time.
Her eyes were still as deep as a cold pool, making it difficult for Gu Xu to understand her thoughts.
He didn't know whether she was surprised by his "poetic talent" like she was in Lu's haunted house, or whether she was annoyed because he disturbed her interest.
"Accompanying a fierce god is like accompanying a tiger," Gu Xu complained silently in his mind, "It is not easy to serve a bodyguard with the strength of a saint."
After a brief silence, the poem Gu Xu recited seemed to arouse her competitive spirit. Xue Nu raised her right hand and made a light stroke in the air.
Those snowflakes falling from the sky suddenly hovered in the air, and then condensed together, turning into a line of shining words——
"I saw jade dust sprinkled, silver sand rolling, and the sky full of cranes. In an instant, the green mountains had grown old."
Gu Xu recited this poem silently, and couldn't help but admire the snow girl's talent again in his mind.
She has already mastered the rhetoric in poems superbly, especially the sentence "green mountains are easy to grow old", which vividly depicts the scene of mountains and plains covered in silver at this moment.
At this time, Xue Nu looked at Gu Xu again.
Although she still looked indifferent, Gu Xu noticed from the decreasing temperature around her that she wanted to compete with him.
It was as if a lonely warrior who was invincible in the world suddenly encountered a comparable opponent and said to him:
"Can you handle this move?"
Gu Xu smiled lightly.
He brought up the "Jinghong Brush" and splashed ink in the air, making the pen move like a dragon or a snake.
The poem written by the snow girl disappeared instantly and turned into another line of tall, vigorous, clean handwriting——
"Silver snakes are dancing in the mountains, and wax figures are riding in the mountains. They want to compete with the gods."
The moment he finished writing, a strong wind suddenly roared in the mountains and fields, and the surrounding pines and cypresses shook violently, as if they might be uprooted by the strong wind at any time.
The sky also became dark. Layers of black clouds cover the sky, leaving no gaps in sight.
The snow girl's black hair was flying wildly in the air.
Like burning black flames, and like cursive writing on white rice paper with flying phoenixes and phoenixes.
Gu Xu saw her eyebrows frown slightly, and her eyes moved repeatedly between Gu Xu and the poem.
If Gu Xu remembered correctly, this should be the first change in the expression on Xue Nu's face since she woke up.
After a while, the snow girl waved her sleeves again.
The snow on the ground rose up and hung in the air, like silver-white cloth.
The snow girl's calligraphy turns into invisible scissors, cutting out new words on the cloth, just like a girl in a boudoir cutting out New Year's window grilles.
"There are thousands of scissors in the chemical industry, and jade butterflies are cut out and dance in the sky. They fall to the ground silently and are as greasy as smoke. They are as cunning as rain when they wait for gaps."
This is another one of her moves.
Gu Xu took the move calmly.
The "Jinghong Brush" danced in the air, using frost and snow as ink again to outline a line of strong, unrestrained and heroic words——
"Wuding fought against Yunni with his sword and took the imperial territory under the Milky Way. Three hundred thousand jade dragons were killed in the battle, and the defeated scales flew all over the sky."
The snowstorm on Yishan Mountain became more violent.
The dome of the sky turned into a pitch-black abyss, and the dark clouds were like the flames of hell, with blue-purple electric lights flashing among them, like wildly dancing fire snakes.
The poem Gu Xu copied is "Snow" by Song Dynasty poet Zhang Yuan. Among the poems describing snow scenes in previous generations, it can be regarded as unique.
The snow described by other poets may be fluttering like catkins, or may be swirling, or crystal clear, or may be made up of pink and jade.
But what the poem is about is that five strong men held swords and fought against the Emperor of Heaven in the clouds, and finally captured Tianhe and the imperial capital. The white snow in the sky was compared to the broken armor of the heavenly soldiers and generals when they were defeated and the fallen scales of three hundred thousand jade dragons.
When he was writing, Gu Xu couldn't help but think that if people from the Da Qi court saw this poem, they would definitely slap the label of "rebel" on his head and take him back and execute him at all costs.
But more than anything, he still felt that this poem was very suitable for his current situation——
I wonder if he will be able to "take the Emperor's territory directly under the Milky Way" like in the poem when he faces Emperor Tianxing and Supreme Haotian in the future.
The snow girl stopped responding.
She stared at Gu Xu for a while, then turned and returned to the cave.
Gu Xu was left alone, standing alone on the cliff, bathing in the overwhelming snow.
"Is she giving up?"
Gu Xu smiled and shook his head while thinking.
Logically speaking, it is a matter of great pride to defeat the most famous talented woman in the Daqi Dynasty in recent years in poetry.
But Gu Xu only felt a little embarrassed.
After all, he was bullying people by copying poems—no, he was bullying.
However, perhaps it was because the snow girl clearly displayed the ice and snow rules in front of him today, or perhaps because the "Jinghong Pen" became a lot more active after meeting its previous owner.
Taking this opportunity, Gu Xu suddenly realized two new spells——
One said, "The gods are drunk."
The second one is "defeated scale wind scroll".
As for the sentence "Silver Snake Dancing in the Mountains", Gu Xu felt that his understanding of it was not quite meaningful. Maybe he needed to experience some more things and think more before he could grasp the true meaning.
But his intuition told him that once this new spell takes shape in the future, it will have shocking power.
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The snow girl returned to the cave and walked into the shadow behind the stone pillar.
In her mind, she was still silently recalling the poem Gu Xu had just written.
She originally thought that after living alone on the top of Yishan Mountain for nearly twenty years, she had gradually forgotten human emotions and the life experience in Lu Zhai.
But just now, the scene from the Lu Zhai Poetry Club suddenly appeared in her mind, as if it had reappeared yesterday.
At that time, she stood out from the crowd.
So much so that it felt very boring.
But after seeing Gu Xu's poem today, she was surprised to find that she also had the boring emotion of "competitiveness".
