Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Three days, whether long or short, quickly passed by with the wind.

When the eternal sun in the faint morning glow rises into the sky again.

Lin Pingzhi, riding a white horse and wearing a gray scholar's uniform, arrived at the gate of Fuzhou City following the light and shadow of the morning sun shining through the clouds.

He and his three classmates and friends, Wang Dongping, He Zengguang, and Xue Delin, made an appointment to meet at the city gate.

Since they all came from extraordinary wealthy business families, the three friends also rode their own horses. The four of them led the horses and walked leisurely along the official road to Guangfu Zhuangzi outside the city.

As mentioned before, the Guangfu Poetry Society has a great influence in the surrounding areas.

Therefore, along the way, Lin Pingzhi and the others could always see carriages of various sizes, traveling along the same road as them.

Occasionally, the curtains of those carriages were gently opened by the beauties inside, revealing a pair of quiet and beautiful eyes, with a hint of rouge and sachets in the carriage, carefully looking at the scene outside the carriage.

At this time, the three friends next to Lin Pingzhi would look solemnly and pretend to be gentlemen. Although the eyes of all the ladies in the carriage were on the handsome Lin Pingzhi,

But there are always some talented people who notice these people, which makes them quite proud.

Lin Pingzhi and others rode horses and traveled for half an hour before finally arriving at the gate of Guangfu Zhuangzi.

At this time, carriages were already parked at the door, and it seemed that many people had arrived at the poetry meeting in advance.

As for Lin Pingzhi and the other four, after Zhuang Ding, who was waiting outside the Zhuangzi gate, led their horses away, they straightened their clothes, held a folding fan in their hands, and walked into the Zhuangzi with a graceful pace.

This was Lin Pingzhi's first time to participate in a typical ancient oriental cultural poetry gathering as a participant. He was still very curious about the layout and form.

His original form, Hong Tiangui, had always had a high status after 700 years. Although he often participated in various large-scale cultural activities held by the Taiping Society at that time, he often served as the official judge of the finale.

After all, no one dares to really let us, the "great savior of the people of the world," come on stage to recite poems and write poems.

As a result, Hong Tiangui pretended to be full of poems written by Taizu of the Chinese Dynasty, but he often never even got a chance to express them.

Not to mention far away.

As Lin Pingzhi and others entered Zhuangzi, Zhuang Ding led the way to the site of the poetry meeting.

Except for female guests who took another route, most young scholars and dignitaries took the inner road of Zhuangzi, which was paved with gravel.

In real ancient society, classes were strict.

The dignitaries walked in the middle, and the young scholars and scholars walked on both sides. Each had its own order.

Moreover, in this era where the imperial examination is respected, almost all of the people who can participate in this poetry meeting are idiots.

Even those descendants brought to such public places by dignitaries are all outstanding family descendants who want to compare and show off with friends of the same class. There is no such thing as being arrogant and making enemies indiscriminately.

The second generation of idiots who don’t know how.

Everyone went to the poetry meeting in good order. Even if they really had resentment towards each other on weekdays, they all kept it secretly in their hearts now.

Lin Pingzhi naturally did not encounter those plots deep in his memory that allowed him to pretend to be a slap in the face and show himself as a saint in front of others, which made him quite regretful.

As the main venue of the poetry meeting approaches, mountains, rocks, waterways, corridors, courtyards and pavilions begin to appear around the gravel path. Walking further inside, it is like entering a beautifully laid out, ancient and leisurely garden. This is the first time for Lin Pingzhi and others to participate.

The people of the Guangfu Poetry Club suddenly had their eyes lit up.

The home venue of the Guangfu Poetry Club is held in this elegant and beautiful garden of Zhuangzi.

After all, it is a large-scale cultural event that has been held for many years and has become a routine. At this time, tables and tables of banquets have been set up in the venue in the garden, and the host who leads the way is also skillful in guiding the guests to seats that suit their respective status.

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Generally speaking, the students of Guangfu Academy sit on one side with the young powerful disciples, and sit in the same position as the ladies separated by bamboo curtains.

This arrangement is obviously intentional. After all, ancient poetry societies generally also serve as part of the "blind date" function in modern society.

A group of middle-aged wealthy businessmen and low-level officials sat on the other side. Most of them are the backbone group with a relatively stable status in today's society. They came to this event mostly to socialize with each other.

It is worth mentioning that among the three friends who came to the poetry meeting with Lin Pingzhi, two elders from the family were also among them. When they first entered the venue, they took the initiative to find Lin Pingzhi and chatted with him for a few words of encouragement.

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Sitting in the middle, on a large wooden platform two palms high and wide, are the famous and prestigious senior officials and senior bureaucrats from Guangfu and its surrounding areas.

The prefect of Fuzhou City, the headmaster of Guangfu Academy and several well-known surrounding academies, as well as a group of senior officials who have reached official positions, including the old Jinshi, are the highest-ranking and well-deserved core of this poetry meeting.

Whether the poem is good or not, whether it is talented or not, their judgment is the final result of the tasting.

At this time, in the poetry meeting, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music had already sounded, and the arriving sages were talking to each other. It was not until noon that this cultural event really started.

Lin Changde, the prefect of Fuzhou, stood up first and said something like "You are the pillars of the country" and then announced the formal start of the poetry meeting.

On the banquet table, delicacies and wine were gradually placed, and a group of opera troupes went to the center of the venue and began to sing opera in a low voice to the music.

There were also some local celebrities performing on the stage, but they all sang soft and soothing songs.

After all, in poetry societies, the poems of literati are the protagonists, and these performers know this very well, so naturally they will not try to please others.

As time passed, the atmosphere at the banquet gradually became centered on the side where the young scholars were.

From time to time, some young talented scholars who want to become famous will take out their masterpieces that have been prepared for many days and ask their friends to stand up and sing and comment on them.

Among them, the poems that are of good enough quality and have attracted many praises will be recorded by a dedicated waiter and sent to the core platform for evaluation by the officials and elders there.

"The grass is growing and orioles are flying in February, and the willows are blowing on the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke. Children come back early from school and are busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites."

Lin Changde, the prefect of Fuzhou, was the same year as Gu Dazhang, the headmaster of Guangfu Academy. He was also a sympathizer and private supporter of the Donglin Party. He was holding a volume of poems that had just been copied in his hand and facing Gu Dazhang who was sitting next to him.

said.

"Bo Qin! Your Gao Ding from Guangfu Academy is known as a master of both poetry and painting. His skills are indeed not weak. He is truly talented!"

"But how come I heard that he became a disciple of Li Changlin from Lushan Academy?"

Boqin is Gu Dazhang's surname. In this era, those who can address each other by their surname are truly close friends.

Hearing the prefect's words, Gu Dazhang smiled bitterly, but did not hide the reason and said directly.

"Brother Changde also knows my background in Donglin."

"Gao Ding was born into a poor family. If he were to become my disciple and his future would be affected, wouldn't he be doing harm to others?"

However, he did not want to involve his good friend Lin Changde in the fierce confrontation between Donglin and the eunuchs. After explaining the reason, he stopped talking and immediately changed the subject.

"However, I have really fallen in love with a young man recently."

"Being from a martial arts family, even if I can't enter officialdom in the future, it won't affect my own wealth, but I can still pass on some of my knowledge."

His words really aroused the curiosity of the prefect Lin Changde.

The prefect Lin Changde knew what his friend was thinking, and he didn't know if there were any local mine supervisors and eunuchs in public, so he followed Gu Dazhang's words and asked.

"Oh? A martial arts family?"

"There are only three or five martial arts families around Fuzhou, with young men of the right age... Are you talking about the Lin family from the Fuwei Escort Agency?"

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