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Chapter 142 You once said, it wasn't a poem of green smoke.

In the inn room, after a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere was just right.

Wu Zheng praised the wine, then quickly said, "Don't rush, don't rush, come, come, let's continue writing here."

Chen Xu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Master, I can't make every poem turn into smoke either. Master, this scroll of yours..."

It turned out that what Wu Zhengze took out was a blank scroll.

As Wu Zhengze became increasingly drunk, he burst into laughter: "Why need poems of green smoke? There are no clouds or smoke on the paper, could it not be affection?"
Chen Xu, you underestimate your teacher. Come, let me write here.

I will carry it with me at all times, to accompany me through the years.

Feng Yuanbo immediately got up and personally helped tidy up the table, and then brought Chen Xu an inkstone and writing brush.

Chen Xu picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and immediately a feeling of sorrow welled up in his heart.

Although it wasn't a real farewell at that moment, it already felt like a farewell.

He said, "Master, do you still remember that day when we returned from our perilous journey at the Ancient Plain Pavilion outside Yunjiang City?"

Wu Zhengze sighed, "It is an unforgettable experience, and I will probably never have such an opportunity again in my life."

Stepping into the ghost market, I witnessed all walks of life, strange ghosts and monsters, and even saw you compose three poems in a row.

How magnificent and beautiful it was, how boundless and enchanting!

Chen Xu said, "When you return home another day, you will surely pass by that ancient pavilion on the plain again, and I will bid you farewell on the verdant ancient plain."

"Good, good, good! That's exactly right. This trip to Yunjiang began at that ancient plain and will end there as well."

Let me tell you, another day when you return home in glory, even if you come back from the Jade Capital, you will still have to travel this road.

I will then return to the ancient city to fetch you.

Chen Xu sighed softly, "That's how it should be!"

He immediately penned the poem: "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland".

The ink-black words on the snow-white paper seemed to rise like clouds, and the very first sentence exuded a literary air.

Wu Zhengze and Feng Yuanbai both unconsciously held their breath, and for a moment they could only see the lines of poetry seemingly rising from the halo of grass.

It was so captivating that one almost forgot their own voice, not to mention the recitation.

As dusk fell, the fiery clouds on the horizon gradually faded.

It was Cui Yunqi again. After leaving Gaosheng Inn, he went back and searched the storeroom, finding a bunch of things to replenish qi and blood from his home, including two or three kinds of spiritual materials.

Even someone of his status cannot access these things without limit.

But as soon as he said he was going to give it to Chen Xu, Cui Heng, as the head of the family, immediately gave him a share.

After packing up the gifts, Cui Yunqi, along with Cui Fu and Cui Jingxian, went to Gaosheng Inn again.

Although Wu, the instructor of Jichuan County School, had said that Chen Xu needed to recuperate and rest, did he not need to be visited while resting?
Visiting does not mean disturbing Chen Xu's rest; he can simply send a gift and not see him.

Cui Yunqi always placed high hopes on Chen Xu, but Cui Jingxian sometimes found it hard to understand and couldn't help but raise questions.

Even though Chen Xu is indeed very talented, compared to the talented scholars of the entire Tiannan Seven Prefectures, he is not necessarily the most outstanding one.

Given Cui Yunqi's family background, even if one wanted to befriend him, there was absolutely no need to adopt such a humble attitude.

“That shows your shortsightedness,” Cui Yunqi said with a smile, his jade crown and gold belt gleaming in the air.

What he saw could not possibly be limited to just the seven prefectures of Tiannan.

The carriage stopped in front of the Gaosheng Inn. Cui Yunqi got out of the carriage, and Cui Fu directed the guards to carry the gifts.

Then, Cui Yunqi witnessed a wisp of smoke that seemed familiar yet not quite so familiar suddenly shooting into the sky from the roof of one of the inn's rooms!

The wisps of smoke, accompanied by the setting sun, resembled a ladder reaching to the heavens in the twilight sky.

Cui Yunqi opened his mouth slightly, his mind went blank for a moment, and then he suddenly uttered, "I...I...I also sigh!"

He turned and left, this time reacting faster than anyone else.

There were still some students eating dinner in the inn's lobby, but none of them understood what had happened better than Cui Yunqi.

They stared in disbelief as Cui Yunqi rushed into the inn like a gust of wind and ran up to the second floor.

Arriving outside the familiar room, Cui Yunqi heard the chanting from inside completely this time.

That was Wu Zhengze's voice, full of emotion: "The grass on the plain grows and withers each year."

Wild fire, in spring.

Fragrant blossoms reach the ancient road, and verdant greenery touches the ancient city.

Seeing the teacher off again, the lush grass was filled with parting sorrow.

After reciting the poem, Wu Zhengze felt a surge of emotions in his chest, as if a turbulent torrent was about to burst forth at any moment.

He laughed loudly: "Prefect Feng, this poem expresses your feelings of parting from me. Take a look, what do you think?"

Feng Yuanbo held back for a long time, but couldn't help but speak, his words dripping with sourness.

"After all, we are going to part ways. Since it is a poem about parting, it is natural to write it with feeling and feeling."

"Instructor Wu, I suppose you'll end up keeping this scroll as a family heirloom?"

Wu Zhengze couldn't help but laugh and say, "Xu Zhi said that he can't turn every poem into smoke. But that trip to Guyuan that day was still very memorable."

My relationship with Xuzhi is ultimately one of deep teacher-student affection. I will naturally preserve this poem carefully, passing it down through generations.

After saying that, he couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

He then recited and appreciated: "What a beautiful line, 'One year, one withering and one flourishing; what a beautiful line, 'The spring breeze blows and life comes again'! I know your heart when I hear this."

Though there is the pain of parting in this world, we are all the same even though we are thousands of miles apart.

Every year brings both prosperity and decline, and when the spring breeze blows again next year, we will meet again.

Amidst the turmoil of the world and the hurried pace of life, what could compare to the lush greenery of a clear, sunny day on the remote plains?

Before anyone else could speak, he was overjoyed and felt that his life, which had been mediocre for half his life, was finally being comforted.

Cui Yunqi stood frozen outside the door, deeply moved by the phrase "a year of flourishing and decay."

Thinking of the setbacks and collapses he had suffered in the vast array of stars that day, and reflecting on the difficulties he had faced in regaining his Daoist heart in recent days.

Suddenly I realized that the phrase "the spring breeze blows and it grows again" was not a gift to Master Wu at all.
It was clearly a gift for Cui Yunqi!
Cui Yunqi couldn't help but laugh; all the pain of the past vanished like smoke.

Only a lofty ambition, filling one's chest, bursts forth from the depths of one's heart.

His emotions were boiling, but when he raised his hand to knock on the door, he did so gently and politely.

dong dong dong-

The door opened, and three people stood around the table inside. Wu Zheng held a scroll in his hands, his face filled with excitement and joy.

Upon seeing Cui Yunqi, the group seemed taken aback.

Cui Yunqi suppressed his excitement, his lips trembling slightly for a long while, before finally cupping his hands and saying, "Greetings to Prefect Feng, Instructor Wu, and Brother Chen."

I overheard a beautiful poem outside the door just now, and I was so delighted that I hope the three of you won't mind.

Wu Zhengze wasn't surprised at all. He held the scroll and laughed again: "You said it was good, didn't you? Excellent, excellent! But do you know that this poem was written by Xu Zhi as a gift to me?"

Cui Yunqi was at a loss for words.

Wu Zhengze, however, did not need him to answer at all, and said happily, "This poem should be appreciated by Lao Yao."

"Feng Mingfu, Cui Shixiong, you two chat, I'm going to find Master Yao, hahaha!"

After saying that, Wu Zhengze picked up the poetry scroll and left.

Cui Yunqi hurriedly stepped aside.

Just then, Master Wu walked past him, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and let out another long laugh.

Perhaps he has never laughed as much or as exaggeratedly as he has ever laughed in his entire life.

Meanwhile, Prefect Ding Qian, who was in the government office, once again looked out at the sky over Yunjiang and saw a wisp of smoke in the direction of the eastern city.

Ding Qian immediately cried out "Ouch!" and rubbed his eyes.

He rushed into the courtyard, and suddenly a wisp of air blew up, instantly magnifying the scene on the distant horizon before his eyes.

The inn, the rooftop, the wisps of smoke—everything was clearly and distinctly visible.

Ding Qian stamped his foot and exclaimed "Ouch!" again, getting anxious: "Outrageous! Outrageous! After the exam, why don't you hurry to pay your respects to the examiners? What are you trying to do?"

(End of this chapter)