The stolen magic is a bit magical

She built the Wind Flower Path.

She built the pavilion.

She even left a self-portrait in the pavilion.

Lin Xiaosu was very interested: "Who is the person in this painting? Why did they leave this painting behind?"

The elder explained...

This painting was created by a legendary woman from Qingqiu three thousand years ago.

This woman's name is Hu Ji.

Hu Ji had a twin sister named Li Ji. The two had never been separated since childhood. However, three thousand years ago, Li Ji encountered a talented man named Cang Yuan in the martial arts world and followed him. Hu Ji saw her off at Beilou and played a song called "The Vast Sea of ​​People". Unexpectedly, the song came true.

I never saw this woman again after that.

She inquired everywhere, even going into Cangyuan, but to her surprise, the talented man from Cangyuan was nowhere to be found, and her sister vanished without a trace.

Hu Ji returned to Qingqiu in despair, where she built the Wind and Flower Path and constructed the Drunken Moon Pavilion. Inside the pavilion, she painted a portrait of herself and placed it there, perhaps hoping that a guest visiting Qingqiu would see the portrait and provide her with news of her sister, since her appearance was almost identical to her sister's...

After the elder finished recounting the history of Feng Hua Dao and Zui Yue Ting, he raised his hand, and a stick of incense flew into the sky, burning in the wind.

The entire venue was as quiet as night.

Everyone was watching their performance.

Before the incense had burned halfway, Li Chengnian smiled gently, walked to the screen wall, picked up his brush, and wrote...

"A traveler on the wind and flowers path, drunk and asleep under the moon last night, still regrets that a thousand autumns are too short, contemplating yin and yang at the summit. Who says that parting at the North Tower means there will be no more clamor in this life? Let us accompany the drifting clouds, hand in hand, to see the coming year..."

The five-character lines flowed like a torrent.

Every word is precious, and every sentence is meaningful.

It is filled with wishes for Hu Ji to find her sister.

It was also filled with flattery towards Hu Ji, the legendary fairy.

Everyone in the room nodded in approval...

"A long poem, encompassing the Wind and Flower Path, the Drunken Moon Pavilion, and also incorporating the 'North Tower,' truly a masterpiece written with every stroke of the pen, worthy of the title of a talented scholar of the capital," said the Second Elder.

The Grand Elder stroked his beard and smiled: "Young Master Li comes from a scholarly family; his great-grandfather was once the Imperial Tutor of the Great Wilderness!"

"For an ordinary person, becoming an imperial tutor is already the pinnacle, but his great-grandfather, after leaving the palace, became a great Confucian scholar in Jiangnan, truly renowned throughout the land..."

Inside the secret room, the eyes of the seventh princess and her third sister also lit up.

Although the two sisters have different priorities when it comes to men—for example, the seventh princess only cares about looks, while the third sister values ​​a man's virility and virility more—as a fox clan woman, she still prefers Shiwen.

As soon as Li Chengnian picked up his pen, lines of exquisitely crafted poems flowed naturally from his tip. The elegance of his writing and the brilliance of his talent captivated them.

Only the Thousand Spirit Saintess had a question in her eyes...

Did he really write this on the spot?

Why am I so skeptical?
For example, there is a line here: "Yin and Yang at the top of the altar!"
It is said that Hu Ji cultivated the principles of Yin and Yang.

Moreover, it has already reached its peak.

Have the elders explained her cultivation principles?

no?
If this is the first time you've heard her story, and you don't know anything about her life, how do you know that she practices the Yin-Yang principle?

She strongly suspected that this was a charade orchestrated by the Grand Elder and him.

Leaking exam questions in advance allows for earlier preparation...

And what about him?
What can he write?
Undeniably, he was from the Great Xia, and he was deeply influenced by Great Xia culture. He should have memorized a lot of ancient poems. In this ancient world where cultivation is valued and poetry is a pastime, he theoretically has nothing to fear from others when it comes to poetry.

However, the context here is somewhat special.

One is the secular world, and the other is the world of immortals and heroes. Can they be perfectly integrated?

Li Chengnian finished writing and inscribed the last line, "When will I cut off my green wings and float like a water fairy?" on the screen wall.

The poem consists of sixteen lines and eighty characters.

It contains place names, history, praise, blessings, and a final piece of advice: let go.

The level of completeness is quite high.

The Grand Elder sighed, "It is said that Young Master Li's poem is worth a thousand pieces of gold in the capital. Today, it is indeed extremely brilliant. If Lady Hu knew this, she would thank Young Master Li!"

As soon as the voice fell, the portrait suddenly moved.

With a rustling sound, the woman in the painting seemed to give a slight bow.

Everyone was stunned.

Could this Drunken Moon Pavilion really be connected to that legendary woman?
Li Chengnian's poem actually won her approval!
This has never happened before.

Li Chengnian was thrilled and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Fairy Hu!"

"Young Master Su, it's your turn!" the Grand Elder said calmly. "Please do so."

The incense in the air was almost completely burned out.

The Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits raised her eyes, her heart tightening slightly.

Which poem would he write? Oh no, which one would he copy? There didn't seem to be any particularly suitable poems in the collection she held…

Lin Xiaosu looked up, and the woman in the painting seemed to be looking at him as well.

Her face was like that of a beautiful young woman in her late teens.

However, her eyes held an endless sense of vicissitude.

It carries with it the helplessness of time passing and never turning back.

Carrying the sorrows that come with growing up.

Lin Xiaosu spoke up: "I offer this poem to Fairy Hu, titled 'Tang Duo Ling'..."

词？
Everyone was slightly taken aback. The lyrics weren't widely circulated outside, but within Qingqiu, they were passed down, because lyrics were suitable for singing, and the fox clan naturally loved them…

But what kind of ci poem title is "Tang Duo Ling"?
They hadn't heard of it.

Leaving aside them, even the Holy Maiden of the Thousand Spirits didn't actually know that the book of poems in her arms was poetry. Even though she had possessed a modern person, she was still a Western woman and lacked understanding of the culture of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Reeds fill the riverbank, cold sand carries a shallow stream; three thousand years have passed since I last visited the North Tower. The boat is still not securely moored under the willows; how many days until Mid-Autumn Festival again?"

The smile on Li Chengnian's face suddenly froze.

He is indeed well-educated.

Lin Xiaosu could easily tell whether a person had genuine talent or was just a pseudo-literati seeking fame and fortune simply by reciting a single line of poetry.

Lin Xiaosu spoke up.

He was completely stunned after just four or five sentences.

That's what you call every word a gem!
This is what you call the artistic conception of poetry!
My God, who is this person?

A direct disciple of the ancient sect, possessing a physically formidable body that could easily overpower the dragon race, and also demonstrating such profound knowledge of poetry...

What's even more surprising is that the person in the painting suddenly changed. She slowly raised her gaze and looked at the North Tower above the misty waves, as if she was also pondering: How many days until Mid-Autumn Festival again?

Lin Xiaosu continued:
"The crane flies away from the rocky shore, are my old friends still there? The old landscape is now filled with new sorrow. I wanted to buy osmanthus blossoms and share wine, but it's nothing like the carefree days of my youth!"

Inside the secret chamber, the Seventh Princess suddenly sprang to her feet, grabbed her Third Sister, and shook her violently: "Third Sister, listen to this, listen to this... This is what poetry is all about! Brother Su, I..."

Third Sister's eyes widened, her mind in turmoil. How could such beautiful poetry be possible? She was a regular at brothels, accustomed to the romantic tales of scholars. She had met almost all the most famous poets in the entire Great Wilderness, and even slept with several of them, but none of them could write such verses.

Inside the Drunken Moon Pavilion, Li Chengnian's face was deathly pale.

Halfway through the conversation, his face turned pale, and by the end, all color had drained from his face.

This poem, in terms of both its imagery and structure, is ten times better than his!
They're not even in the same league.

Did I forget to check the almanac before going out? Did I really encounter a ghost?

How could one possibly encounter a poet of this caliber on the path of spiritual cultivation?

And to make matters worse, I just happened to run into him in his area of ​​expertise. Elder, are you kidding me?
His gaze fell on the Grand Elder on the other side of Feng Hua Path, who was also dumbfounded...

He was so wronged!
God is my witness, he never intended to mess with Li Chengnian; he has always been helping Li Chengnian!

However, no one could have imagined that this Mr. Su, whose core strength lay in his physical prowess, would actually possess such profound knowledge of poetry...

People may cross boundaries, but surely the leap shouldn't be this vast? One moment, your physical body surpasses that of dragons; the next, your literary talent surpasses that of all scholars in the world…

The Grand Elder took a deep breath: "In this poetry competition, both of you are outstanding talents of your generation. However, compared to the others, Young Master Li's poem is more in line with the poetic sentiment of Drunken Moon Pavilion and is much richer in layers. In my opinion, Young Master Li should win this competition!"

The Holy Maiden of the Thousand Spirits' eyes widened suddenly, almost unable to believe her ears.

Inside the secret chamber, the Seventh Princess cried out, "Elder, you illiterate..."

With a whoosh, her third sister's hand seemed to extend infinitely, covering her mouth: "I've already told you, this is a grand strategy, and it won't change because of sudden variables."

In the arena, the Holy Maiden of Thousand Spirits stepped forward: "Elder, if your Qingqiu has already made up your mind to form a bond with the Heart Pavilion no matter what, then please speak frankly! You hold this poetry competition, yet you disregard fairness and reverse the order of merit. Aren't you afraid that if word gets out, your Qingqiu will lose all its civility and face?"

That's the objective statement.

The Grand Elder's face darkened: "Since ancient times, there has been no first place in literature, but there is no second place in martial arts. The way of poetry is also a matter of opinion. I cannot agree with Miss Ling's accusation!"

"you……"

Suddenly, the painting in the Drunken Moon Pavilion trembled slightly.

Light overflows.

Everyone's gaze fell upon it, and they were all taken aback.

The river in the painting is moving; the water is flowing, and the clouds above are moving, drifting slowly in the sky.

The woman in the painting moved; she gently raised her hand.

Lines of text appeared in the blank spaces of the painting...

It was none other than the poem "Tang Duo Ling" that Lin Xiaosu had just recited.

Reeds cover the sandbar, cold sand carries a shallow stream; three thousand years have passed since I last visited the North Tower. The boat moored beneath the willows is still unsteady; how many days until Mid-Autumn Festival again?

A crane flies ashore, its wings broken; are my old friends still here? The old landscape is now tinged with new sorrow. I long to buy osmanthus blossoms and share wine, but it will never be like the carefree days of my youth!

"I long to buy osmanthus blossoms and share wine, but it will never be like the carefree days of my youth!" The woman in the painting recited softly, "Your talent is timeless, and with just a few strokes you have captured the heart of a woman spanning three thousand years. I, Hu Ji, deeply admire you!"

He bowed on the boat, facing Lin Xiaosu.

The audience was silent.

Two talented young men entered the pavilion to compete, and both chose this painting as the starting point for their poetic expression.

The Grand Elder, abusing his judicial power, reluctantly declared Li Chengnian the winner.

However, the person in the painting suddenly came to life, directly recording Lin Xiaosu's poem into the painting, and then told Lin Xiaosu that her talent was truly timeless.

What's this called?
A slap in the face.

The elder's face darkened: "Hu Ji! What are you trying to do?"

He was warning Hu Ji not to ruin important matters for the tribe.

Hu Ji said calmly, "Elder, please rest assured. I have never interfered in the affairs of the clan for the past three thousand years, and I will not do so today either."

"That's good! I hereby announce..." the Grand Elder said, "Please invite Young Master Li to the Gui Hall, and please invite Young Master Su and Miss Ling to the Qingqiu guest rooms to rest!"

One person entered the main hall, while the other entered the guest room.

This signifies the end of this marriage proposal.

The one who enters the Guitang family is a fine son-in-law.

Those who enter the guest room are guests! (End of Chapter)