Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 283 Invitation to the Caotang Poetry Gathering, Taizu Shengyuanzhuang!
[You may not know what the two characters "Hong" and "Jing" have to say about Mr. Er's inheritance.]

[The word "Yuan" contains the sword that slays ghosts, and the other two words must be extraordinary. After you fished the words out of the lake, you seemed to have a sense of these two words, and your mind was connected.]

[The lake was surging with waves, and the sword energy that came from nowhere followed the flowing water and surged wildly.]

[I fell into the deep pool-like bottom of the lake, and suddenly it seemed as if a huge dragon's eye opened, flashing a cold light.]

[Under the lake, the ink-colored dragon swelled from the size of a large black fish to several dozen feet in size, its scales undulating under the ripples of the lake bottom.]

[A strong wind suddenly blew up, rolling up thousands of snow-covered waves. The boat was swaying in the wind and waves, and was finally pushed to one side, far away from its original position.]

[The old boatman held the oar tightly and rowed hard, his face full of solemnity. He took a deep breath and secretly marveled at this sudden change, with a look of doubt and uncertainty on his face.]

[“Damn it, is he walking on a dragon?”]

[Six years ago, on the Baima Road not far from Bianjing, there was an underground dragon. The scene was really like the sky falling and the earth sinking. Houses collapsed like building blocks and sank five or six feet deep into the ground. I don’t know how many people died, leaving only a land of grief. ]

[There was also a tremor in Bianjing, which woke up many people and sent them to the streets. ]

[Fortunately, it only stopped after a while. ]

[At this moment, the rain in the lake fell like beads that had broken off the string, hitting the lotus flowers that were in a state of disarray and looked a little bleak.]

[You had already pulled Wutong and hid in the boat shed, avoiding the rain. ]

[The old boatman rowed quickly, not daring to stay in the lake any longer.]

[You just took a last look at the pavilion you pointed to, and a piece of rain fell from the lake. As for what happened next, you didn't see it. ]

[The boat docked, and you and Wutong got off.]

[After landing on solid ground, Wutong covered his chest and whispered, "Master, I seemed to see something swimming across the lake just now."]

[You just smiled faintly when you heard this and said, "You must have seen it wrong. What else is there in this lake besides fish and shrimp?"]

[Wutong tilted his head when he heard this, but didn't think about it any further, thinking that he was just seeing things.]

[As the two of you prepare to leave, you hear a shout from behind.]

[“Is it Master Guan?”]

[“Please stay.”]

[Four or five servants and a few maids were rowing in the lake, chasing after them. They were all wet, with their hair sticking to their foreheads. They looked very miserable.]

[Someone stood at the bow of the boat, put his hands together to make a trumpet shape and shouted:]

[“My family is Master Su Yun, please stay.”]

[A group of people came in a hurry. Wutong looked at them strangely, wondering who Master Su Yun was. ]

[At this time, a servant in blue clothes came down from the shore and ran over in a hurry. The handsome young man quickly took out an invitation from his sleeve. Although he was soaked to the skin, the invitation in his hand was dry and intact, which showed that he had carefully protected it.]

[You turned your head and saw the four characters "Caotang Poetry Society" written in gilded font.]

[The servant saw you finish reading the invitation and quickly explained, "We were ordered by our master to wait at the gate of Hongjing Courtyard. When we saw Master Guan leave the courtyard, we hurriedly chased after him."]

[“Who would have thought that there was a storm on the lake just now, and the boat capsized, and we almost missed the big event.”]

[Speaking of this, the servant's voice actually carried a hint of grievance, causing Wutong to laugh.]

[But what is the Caotang Poetry Gathering? And who is Master Su Yun? ]

[How come the young master got to know so many people after entering the Grand View Garden once? A military governor, General Sima, and now Master Su Yun has appeared. ]

[When you hear the name "Caotang Poetry Meeting", your heart moves slightly. ]

[Isn't this Caotang Poetry Club founded by Su Yun? It also brought together Hu Yunniang, one of the 18 talented poets in Bianjing, as well as Xie Xuan, Li Shuwan and other famous figures in Bianjing.]

[The servant saw that you didn't seem to be interested in accepting the invitation, and his face became more and more anxious. He knew very well that if they failed to complete the master's order today, they would be beaten with a stick until their skin was torn.]

[“If the master wasn’t in a hurry to attend the banquet, he would have come to invite you personally.” The servant explained anxiously, fearing that you would refuse. ]

[“Master Guan, even if you don’t want to join the poetry club, you can take the invitation. We servants still have something to give.”]

[When the crowd saw that you hadn't reacted yet, the leading servant became ruthless.]

[“Master Guan, if you don’t accept it, we will kneel here and die.”]

[In Wutong's eyes, four or five people knelt straight down.]

[The servant saw that you still hadn't expressed your opinion, so he added, "If you find it troublesome, Master Guan, you can just put your name on the list. Many great scholars and celebrities in the poetry club just put their names on the list, and they get hundreds of taels of silver every month."]

【"How many?"】

[“Hundreds of taels?” Wutong’s eyes widened when she heard this, and her face was full of disbelief. She had never thought that just by putting her name on the list, she could earn such a lucrative income.]

[Guan Young Master only receives six or seven taels of silver from the Xie Mansion every month.]

[“If you think it’s too little, every time a poetry competition is convened, if you can win the first place in poetry, you will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver. Even if you fail to win, you will still be rewarded with money. You will definitely not come in vain.”]

[Faced with this matter... you think about it for a moment and decide. ]

1. Agree to this. (Hint: Practicing martial arts and cultivating the spirit requires money, which may be beneficial to the future.)
2. Refuse this matter. (Hint: It may have a significant impact on the future.)
3. Just accept the invitation, not asking whether to join or not. (Hint: This is not good for future development.)
4. Get involved in person. (0/3)

The precious light above the cauldron flowed again, and the words slowly froze.

Yu Ke looked at the four options above.

Judging from the prompts, if you just accept the invitation without considering whether to join or refuse, you will definitely get into unnecessary trouble.

If you refuse this, you will get into a lot of trouble.

You can also earn money by joining, and it seems that money is essential for practicing martial arts and spiritual methods.

It seems that no matter where you are, "money is the key to supporting people."

Yu Ke didn't hesitate and made his choice directly.

1. Agree to this. (Hint: Practicing martial arts and cultivating the spirit requires money, which may be beneficial to the future.)
[You nodded slightly, Wutong understood, and took the visiting card. ]

[The servant respectfully presents it with both hands.]

[“Please tell Master Yun that I am honored to be invited to join the poetry gathering.”]

[You then asked: "When is this Caotang poetry gathering usually held? What are the rules?"]

[The servant quickly replied, "The poetry gathering is held regularly on the 15th of every month. Although the location is not fixed, they will be notified in advance every time. The rules are quite simple. It is nothing more than reciting poems and writing couplets. The winner is determined by the level of talent and learning. The winner of the poetry competition will not only receive a generous reward, but also become famous in the literary world."]

[You nodded when you heard this, and you already had a plan in mind.]

[The servant happily said goodbye and left.]

[Wutong looked at the visiting card in his hand and couldn't help asking, "Master, is this visiting card really worth hundreds of taels of silver?"]

[You smiled and said, "If you think it's worth it, then it's worth it; if you think it's not worth it, then it's not worth it."]

[“Hundreds of taels of silver are not small in our eyes, but in the eyes of those extravagant young masters, they are just a drizzle flowing out of the cracks in their palms.”][“The imperial capital of Da Qi is the richest place in the world. A golden cup of clear wine costs tens of thousands of coins, and a jade plate of delicacies costs tens of thousands of coins. This is not only found in poetry and books, especially the prominent families of the nine major surnames, who are even richer than a country.”]

[A feast for the rich is half a year's food for the poor.]

[Wutong is happy anyway. If the young master joins the poetry club and has money, then many old things in the courtyard can be exchanged.]

[You and Wutong headed all the way to the Xie Mansion's West Garden, on your way home.]

【Walk to your own yard! 】

[Wutong looked at the two people sitting on the steps at the door sighing and feeling a little surprised.]

[“Doctor Hua’an, Mr. Zhang, why are you sitting here?” Wutong asked.]

[Doctor Hua An was smoking a pipe, his face full of melancholy as he puffed out smoke.]

[When he saw Wutong coming back, he stood up suddenly and asked with concern: "Wutong girl, are you okay?"]

【Wutong smiled and said, "Doctor Hua, what can I do for you?"】

【Doctor Hua An turned his head and looked at you who were standing behind Wutong with a smile, "Fortunately, God is not so bad after all."】

[You know in your heart that the two of them have not left since you entered the Grand View Garden, so you stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Doctor Hua and Mr. Zhang. I am sorry for your trouble this time."]

【Mr. Zhang Yuanlai waved his hands and said, "I'm ashamed that I couldn't help you."】

[However, Zhang Yuanlai felt for the first time that this calm and composed Master Guan seemed to have really accepted him, and his smile revealed even more sincerity.]

【“Wutong, make a good meal today.”】

[After the three of them had lunch, Hua An and Zhang Yuan came to say goodbye.]

【Zhang Yuanlai did mention a piece of news. The Caotang Poetry Society founded by Su Yun actually had a mediocre reputation in Bianjing City. It only attracted some people because of its generosity, but most of the noble Confucian scholars and celebrities were dismissive.】

[Among the literati in Bianjing, there is a "poetry society created by money" or "poetry society with money bags". ]

[Although Su Yun is a member of the Su family, no one dares to ridicule him in person, but there are many gossips behind his back. ]

[There are several poetry societies competing with Caotang Poetry Society. In order to improve his reputation, Su Yun has frequently convened poetry gatherings over the past year, but the effect is minimal and no masterpieces have been widely circulated. Instead, several poetry societies formed by children from poor families have produced several masterpieces that have been reviewed by the academy.]

[You didn't care, the sun set. ]

【No words were spoken that night! 】

[The next morning, you woke up early and heard a knock on the door.]

[Wutong was curious about who was there so early, so he opened the door and was dazzled by the sight.]

[Yesterday, Su Yun's servant in blue had already delivered hundreds of pieces of silver wrapped in red cloth.]

[“I will not disturb you, Master Guan. If there is a poetry gathering in the future, I will notify you in advance.”]

[The servant looked at this seemingly "unremarkable" courtyard with a hint of wonder in his eyes. He had spent a lot of effort to find this place in the morning, but he didn't expect that the descendants of the dignified Xie family would live in such a simple place.]

[Although he was surprised in his heart, he did not show it on his face. He said goodbye and left.]

[Wutong held the heavy silver in her hand. It was the first time she saw so much money and she couldn't believe it. The silver weighed three pounds, which made her a little excited.]

[The courtyard door that was originally open was also quickly closed by her.]

[“Master, we are rich!”]

[Wutong excitedly walked into the house holding the red cloth, with a big smile on his face, "You really sent some silver."]

[You have already started reading at this time, but you just glanced at it casually and said, "Wutong, just keep it."]

【“Master, don’t you want to take a look?”】

【“What’s so good about it!” You answered without even looking up. 】

[“Then I will keep it. I will use it to help the young master get married. He will have money to buy books in the future.” Wutong said with a grin.]

[You sit by the window, holding a book in your hand, and gently shake your head. With Wutong's "money-loving" personality, he will probably have to read it several times before he can fall asleep peacefully at night.]

[After a while, there was another knock on the door.]

【Wutong walks to the gate of the courtyard.】

[You had already heard the noise at the gate, so you put down your book and walked out.]

[A burly middle-aged man with sharp eyes stands at the door.]

[“Master Guan, my name is Sima Pan. My master ordered me to bring you this martial arts book, as well as a copy of the annotations.”]

[Wutong stood in front of him and spoke, only to feel a burning breath coming straight at him.]

[If you look closely, this person is like a fierce beast lying in front of the door. ]

[This person has abundant blood, bulging muscles, and bulging temples. He must be a martial arts expert, but I don't know what level of martial arts he is at.]

[“Master, please ask Master Guan to write down yesterday’s understanding of the benevolent and patriotic people.”]

[You let Wutong take the package, and without hesitation, you prepared to find a pen and ink from the yard to start writing.]

[“Master Guan, please don’t bother. The master asked me to bring some paper.”]

[The middle-aged man took out a two-foot-long silk cloth from his bosom and stretched it out in his hand. The silk cloth was stretched straight, and his palm seemed to be holding air. He only held one end in his hand, but the other end was suspended in the air without falling, as if it was placed on a desk, steady and stable.]

【You praised, "Great job!"】

[For a person like this to be given the surname "Sima", he must have great abilities and special skills. ]

[You ask Wutong to bring a pen and write it down word by word.]

[The big man took a look and praised: "Master Guan, your handwriting is very beautiful."]

[The big man did not stay, said goodbye, and left.]

[It was already noon, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves onto the stone table, creating a mottled pattern.]

[You return to the stone table under the sycamore tree and open the martial arts manual that Sima Ting asked the big man to bring to you.]

[The words "Taizu Shengyuan Zhuang" were written on the cover, and there was a detailed annotation book next to it. It was obviously Sima Ting's painstaking work, full of detailed annotations and explanations.]

[There is a different kind of light in your eyes. Practicing martial arts is the foundation of life and is extremely important to you.]

[You open the title page and see a few lines of words written there.]

[“The human body is weak, so our ancestors looked at the forms of strange beasts, learned their spirits, and tempered their muscles, bones, qi and blood.”]

[“The founder of the Great Qi Dynasty observed the fighting of giant apes, realized the method of the Saint Ape Post, and established the foundation of martial arts.”]

(End of this chapter)