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Chapter 93: Breaking Through the Mundane World

When Cui Yunqi pushed open the door, his blood was boiling.

At this moment, all etiquette, rationality, and family manners are no longer necessary.

Is there anything in the world that can compare to the saying “Even after death, the heroic spirit remains fragrant”?
No, it's not just about the chivalrous spirit of "letting death be the incense of chivalry", it's also about "killing one person every ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles".

There is also the saying, “Three cups of wine make a promise seem light.”

Also, there is...

There are so many, every word, every phrase, every sentence.

They were all jumping madly on the hottest blood vessel in his heart, pulling at his soul, making him seem extremely heavy, yet his steps were light.

“Who is reading poetry…”

Cui Yunqi shouted and stumbled in.

The door was pushed open with a "bang" and hit the door wall next to it.

Then, Cui Yunqi finally saw the situation inside the room clearly.

At this moment, the scene inside is actually very ordinary, with some people sitting at the desk with a pen in their hands, and some people standing beside the desk with their heads bowed and reciting.

The person reciting the poem was dressed as a scholar, with three short strands of beard under his chin, and his face still showed excitement.

The scholar in blue sitting at the desk heard the noise and turned around in surprise.

But seeing his majestic spirit and eyes like cold stars, it was indeed Chen Xu!
Cui Yunqi felt that he might have run too fast and was a little out of breath at this moment.

He felt like there was a huge mountain pressing down on him.

He felt so small at the foot of the mountain, yet he was grateful for the mountain's majestic and extraordinary beauty.

Although I was looking up, I felt happy.

"I, I..." Cui Yunqi was extremely anxious and finally blurted out, "Brother Chen, can I take a look at the poem you wrote?"

As for the middle-aged scholar standing next to Chen Xu's desk, Cui Yunqi completely ignored him.

When Wang Xian hurried over from behind, he saw Cui Yunqi carefully holding the writing material in his hands, reading with fascination.

The expression on Cui Yunqi's face was too rich. Wang Xian, standing at the door of the inn, took a look and hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should continue forward.

Cui Yunqi only muttered:
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

When the work is done, I will leave, hiding my identity and name..."

His voice gradually rose from low to high, he read slowly at first, and then his tone gradually became clear and passionate.

When Wang Xian heard this, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He felt as if there was an indescribable sense of elegance and heroism rushing from his spine to the top of his head.

For decades, Wang Xian has been known for his steadiness.

He is conservative and moderate, and has been regarded as "lacking the ability to make progress" since he was a child. He has never felt that he should be enterprising.

If a family wants to continue, isn’t maintaining its success more important than starting a business?

If Wang Xian were not there to guard the rear, how could the other members of the Wang family feel at ease and pursue their future outside?
Wang Xian always thought that he would not be moved by anything overly arrogant.

But at this moment, when those vast and unrestrained words poured into my ears, a heroic and invincible spirit came over me...

Wang Xian suddenly realized that although he claimed to have seen the prosperity of the world in the past few decades, he was actually still too poor.

He couldn't imagine that there would be such words in the world.

He had never seen such words in the world.

It is a rustling wind, it is a sword of freedom, it is the heroism reflected by the mountains and rivers, it is the character that has been drained by the years.

It's indescribable... shocking.

Even the mundane world felt as if their souls were soaring for a moment. Wang Xian stood there in a daze, unable to react or move.

Until Cui Yunqi held the ink in his hand and recited the poem "Xia Ke Xing" over and over again.

Until more and more people crowded into the corridor of the inn.

There were the students from Jichuan County who lived with him, other guests at the inn, and more and more aristocratic families from Yunjiang Prefecture who came to thank Chen Xu with gifts...

Of course, there were also scattered and noisy passers-by who noticed the abnormality here.

But the space in the inn is limited after all, and it is impossible for real passers-by to squeeze in. Most of them just stop outside the inn and watch from a distance.

Or they would give a few muddled remarks: "Someone just shouted that what's under the rosy clouds over there isn't a blue dragon, but someone's poem about blue smoke!"

"Hiss, what is Qingyan Poetry?"

"This this……"

"Hey, you guys don't understand this, this Qingyan poem is really unusual.

I heard that only poems that are written so well that they can resonate with the spirits of heaven and earth can generate a wisp of smoke the moment they are first written.

"Exactly. I heard that the last time there was a Qingyan poem in Yunjiang Prefecture was more than ten years ago..."

"Oh, then I'd like to hear what kind of poem it is that is so magical."

"I'm so anxious! Why hasn't anyone posted it yet? Who's writing the poem, and what's it about?"

……

Some people appreciate curiosity, and naturally, there are always people in this world who refuse to appreciate it.

It's very common to dislike something.

"Tsk, what a bunch of idiots. What's so good about poetry? Is it going to make you gain weight or something?"

"That's right. They are all scholars. Only when they are well fed can they have the energy to listen to poetry. If they can't even eat enough, and can only recognize a few large characters, then even if you listen to this poem, you won't recognize that poem!"

……

Those who said they didn't listen to poetry ended up contradicting themselves soon after.

After all, what Chen Xu wrote was never just a poem.

He wrote the poem "Xia Ke Xing" in order to spread two stories about animal creation.

In the inn, Cui Yunqi recited the entire poem "The Knight's Song" over and over again countless times before he finally realized what was going on.

I asked stupidly, "Brother Chen, the hero in this poem is really fascinating. What are you doing, what are you doing..."

Did he want to ask Chen Xu if he had any classics?

Such a question is not surprising. After all, it is normal for a good poem to be studied over and over again.

Every poem or essay must have a source.

It may be describing scenery or objects, or expressing feelings about oneself, or expressing feelings about others...

Of course, there are also those who express one's thoughts through objects, reminisce about the past and illustrate the present, express emotions and ideas, and so on.

There are so many types that it is not only difficult to describe them all, but even difficult to count them.

These are nothing. What Cui Yunqi wants to ask most is whether the knight in the poem really exists?

Is Chen Xu writing about fiction or reality?
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, whirring like a shooting star——

What a charming and handsome young hero!
The image of the knight was so enviable and fascinating that Cui Yunqi's heart was filled with emotions and passion. He wished he could meet the knight in person. He would definitely drink three hundred cups with him and become brothers.

But when Cui Yunqi's words were on the tip of his tongue, he felt inexplicably embarrassed to ask.

It seems like I want to get to know the knights in Chen Xu's poems through Chen Xu, but I feel like I am letting someone down for some reason?
Cui Yunqi stuttered and hesitated, and seemed a little stupid.

Suddenly, Chen Xu said, "Xia Ke, there really is such a person."

(End of this chapter)