Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 88 Immortal World Teaching
"Mr. Zhuang!"

Leng Feibai stood up and took a few steps before calmly saying, "Respected Master, is your surname Du and your given name Fu?"

Zhuang Mohan rolled his eyes after hearing this, and then said, "No."

"How many posthumous works does your master have?"

"My master wrote many poems, but this is the only one that is unknown to the world!"

"What a coincidence!"

Leng Feibai smiled, turned to look at Fan Xian and said, "Anzhi, handle it yourself. Give Mr. Zhuang some face, and don't let others say that we young people are rude and offensive!"

Leng Feibai finished speaking and returned to his seat.

Emperor Qing remained expressionless as he watched Leng Feibai's actions, but his heart was no longer reacting. He thought to himself, "Since Leng Feibai has reacted this way, it means Fan Xian can handle this matter. It seems there's no need to worry..."

Thinking of this, Emperor Qing looked at Li Yunrui, who had an expressionless face, and anger rose in his heart.

Whether it is Li Yunrui, Li Chengqian or Li Chengze, Emperor Qing can allow them to compete with Fan Xian for the financial power of the inner treasury.

But Li Yunrui went too far. In order to kill Fan Xian, her future son-in-law, she first colluded with the prime minister's son, and then intervened in the army and joined forces with foreign warriors to assassinate Fan Xian. If she is not taught a lesson, I am afraid she will take action against the Inspection Institute.

"Fan Xian!"

Emperor Qing said calmly, "Do you really want to confront Mr. Zhuang?"

Fan Xian, having prepared well, straightened his clothes, stood up, and saluted Emperor Qing, saying, "Your Majesty, in order to defend myself, I may have to do something inappropriate in front of the palace, so I apologize first."

After hearing this, Emperor Qing also showed a relieved expression on his face, "It doesn't matter, I forgive you!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After Fan Xian finished speaking, he stood up and walked over to Zhuang Mohan. "Brother Feibai asked some questions for me. He wanted me to give you some face, but I couldn't help it. But you're right, that poem wasn't written by me. It was written by my teacher."

After saying this, Fan Xian didn't give the others a chance to express themselves. He stood up and said, "When I was young, I once entered a dreamland with my sworn brother Leng Feibai. Now that I think about it, that must be the world where the immortals recorded in the temple live."

"Such words are too bizarre and absurd!"

Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi suddenly stood up and said, "Fan Xian's words are truly deceiving the emperor. Your Majesty, I beg you to punish him."

"Leng Feibai!"

Emperor Qing asked Leng Feibai, "Is what Fan Xian said true?"

Leng Feibai stood up, a nostalgic expression on his face. "That was eleven years ago, or ten years ago to be exact, three days before Master Fei Jie came to Danzhou to teach Fan Xian the art of poison treatment. Fan Xian and I went to that place together. It was like a dream, shrouded in mist and clouds. I traveled to Qing, Northern Qi, and even to Dongyi City... Let me put it this way: all the splendor and beauty in the world put together cannot even remotely compare to that place."

"Lies and sophistry, taken seriously..."

Before Guo Youzhi could finish, Leng Feibai flashed to his side, raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, saying, "Master Guo, please be quiet!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Guo Youzhi's words were swallowed back.

"Fan Xian and I learned different things from different places!"

Leng Feibai said calmly, "Fan Xian learned poetry and other things. Of course, he was entrusted with the wonderful book Red Mansion by a Mr. Cao from the immortal world. He was asked to spread his works to the mortal world. In return, Mr. Cao allowed Fan Xian to publish the book under his own name."

Listening to Leng Feibai's words, Fan Xian looked helpless.

Emperor Qing asked, "Then what have you learned?"

"I'm obsessed with martial arts, so my major is naturally martial arts."

Leng Feibai said calmly, "The next are calligraphy, painting, and musical instruments. Of course, I was also entrusted by a Mr. Jin from the immortal world to spread his works to the human world."

Emperor Qing was curious after hearing this and asked, "You said you learned martial arts in the immortal world, so could you show me some of your skills?"

"This isn't difficult! It's just..."

Leng Feibai feigned distress and said, "If I demonstrate, I'm afraid I'll destroy the door panels of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. Your Majesty, I don't have the money to compensate you!"

After hearing this, Emperor Qing said, "Go ahead and demonstrate. I'm just thinking of replacing a door panel."

Upon hearing this, Leng Feibai suddenly raised his hand, and a ball of crimson fire erupted from his palm. It flew straight out of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests and burned the two gates to ashes. Everyone present was stunned, especially Lang Tao and Yun Zhilan.

If Leng Feibai had used this palm against them just now, they would have had no choice but to dodge it.

"What a trick!"

Emperor Qing praised him and said, "You can go down first."

"I'm sorry for my humiliation!"

Having said this, Leng Feibai paused, looked at Fan Xian and said, "The rest is up to you. Your Majesty, may I borrow your zither?"

Emperor Qing waved his hand, signaling Leng Feibai to do as he pleased.

Leng Feibai nodded and slowly walked to the musician behind the official.

The musician playing the piano was a woman. When she saw Leng Feibai coming, she smiled and stood up to give him her seat.

Seeing this, Fan Xian said loudly, "I have learned no less than a hundred poems in the immortal world. How about I send one to your master from the heights?"

After hearing this, Eunuch Hou smiled and said, "Master Fan, if you want to compose a poem on the spot, I am willing to help you transcribe it!"

Upon seeing this, Emperor Qing waved his hand and several eunuchs came out, carrying pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, and cooperated with Eunuch Hou in copying.

Fan Xian smiled, took a jar of fine wine from the eunuch beside him, and started drinking.

Seeing this, Guo Youzhi said in a cold voice, "Master Fan, are you planning to compose two or three poems on the spot to prove yourself?"

Fan Xian was about to retort when Leng Feibai said, "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business! I'll play the zither to help you."

"it is good!"

After hearing this, Fan Xian took a swig, smashed the wine jar next to Guo Youzhi, stood up and walked in front of Li Chengqian and the other three.

"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky..."

Fan Xian's poetry suddenly started, and Leng Feibai played the piano at the same time. The pleasant sound of the piano matched with Fan Xian's poetry, making everyone present feel as if they were in the clouds, as if a flowing river was rushing towards them.

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moons end..."

"How much sorrow can one have..."

"I want to ride the wind back home..."

Poems came out of his mouth one after another, and everyone present, including Emperor Qing, was stunned by what they heard and saw.

Fan Xian also became addicted, looking for wine jars everywhere and reciting poems along with the sound of the piano.

In just about half an hour, a hundred poems had appeared in the pens of eunuchs including Eunuch Hou.

"Is it over a hundred?"

Fan Xian put down the wine jar and asked.

Eunuch Hou breathed a sigh of relief and said with a helpless smile, "My little Master Fan, he's already over a hundred years old!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian turned around and glanced at everyone present, "This proves that I didn't plagiarize 'Climbing High,' right?"

After saying this, Fan Xian drank the wine in the jar in one gulp and said again, "I'm drunk and want to sleep. You can go now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Xian got drunk and fell to the ground.

Zhuang Mohan leaned forward with a look of half guilt and half nervousness on his face, wanting to know what the second half of the poem was.

The same action also appeared on Emperor Qing.

"Go to hell!"

Fan Xian cursed, tilted his head, and started snoring.

(End of this chapter)