How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

In the tea room, Zhou Wenju used his fingers as a fishing rod and poetry as bait, completely absorbed in his work.

Every time I go fishing in the sea, I always have a great harvest.

He couldn't control the catch under the hook, but he had to make sure it didn't come off the hook.

Suddenly, my hand felt heavy.

It seems something huge has taken the bait.

Zhou Wenju connected his spiritual energy to the thread, and with a focused mind, he exerted force as if fishing.

This is a powerful move.

A black dot followed the silk thread back.

Zhou Wenju's heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong. Why was this happening?

When the fish took the bait, he clearly felt that it was quite heavy. He was prepared to catch a huge, elegant silverfish. However, after it was taken out of the water, it was as light as a feather.

It's just a needle.

A jet-black needle!

A soft "poof" sound...

The needle entered his mind's eyebrow.

Zhou Wenju was stunned. It really was just a needle. However, along with the needle came an extremely mysterious piece of information, which seemed to be the instruction manual for this needle.

"Do not worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for one day, who in the world will not know you!" Mo Wushuang murmured. "Wushuang truly believes now that Brother Zhou, you need not worry about having no friends on the road ahead. One day, who in the world will not know you?!"

Zhou Wenju composed himself: "This poem is for Brother Wushuang. Brother Wushuang is a man of great literary talent and unparalleled magnanimity, truly deserving of the title: 'Everyone in the world knows you.'"

"Haha, then let's strive to achieve this wonderful goal!" Mo Wushuang said, "Brother Zhou, I have a favor to ask of you, and I hope you will grant it."

"Brother Wushuang, please give your orders!" Zhou Wenju stood up.

"Recently, the Great Yu Dynasty sent an invitation to the literary world, inviting the young talents of my Mo family to participate in the Nanyang Poetry Gathering. The event is in three days. It is inconvenient for Wushuang to go out. Among the younger generation of the Mo family, there are not many talented poets. Therefore, Wushuang plans to send his fourth sister to participate. Brother Zhou can serve as a guest of my Mo family and bolster my fourth sister's spirit."

Zhou Wenju's heart skipped a beat.

Attending a poetry gathering?

A guest minister of the Mohist school?

To bolster the spirit of those dressed in dark purple?

"Is this... appropriate?"

Mo Wushuang said solemnly, "Although this poetry gathering is just an ordinary one, the people sent by our Mo family ultimately represent the reputation of the Mo family. If the people we send are of poor character, wouldn't it make our Mo family a laughingstock? This is the token for our guest elder; please give it to Brother Zhou!"

Zhou Wenju raised his eyes and accepted the gift with both hands: "Since Brother Wushuang values ​​it so much, I'll say it again, I'll gladly accept!"

Mo Wushuang smiled, and with a flick of her wrist, handed a letter to Mo Ziyi: "This is an invitation to the poetry gathering, Fourth Sister, please accept it!"

"Respecting my elder brother's command!" Mo Ziyi accepted the gift with both hands.

"Do not worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for who in the world does not know you? How wonderful, how magnificent!" Mo Wushuang laughed heartily, "Wushuang departs!"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure soared into the air, and in a moment traversed the swirling snow, landing before the inkstone pavilion.

Inside the inkstone pavilion, an old man slowly turned around, revealing himself to be none other than the Grand Elder of the Mo family.

"Is the Holy Son's move appropriate?" the Grand Elder asked in a deep voice.

"The matter of sending Fourth Sister to the poetry gathering?" Mo Wushuang asked.

"Exactly!"

"Before my father departed, he summoned the five of us to an audience and left behind the rules of governance for the Mo family. He stipulated that the Mo Hall is in charge of major family affairs, while I, the disciple, am in charge of matters!" Mo Wushuang said, "This poetry gathering is merely a minor matter for disciples. My arrangement of who participates should not require the approval of the four elders of the Mo Hall!"

The Grand Elder's face twitched slightly: "The Nanyang Poetry Gathering may seem like a trivial matter, but the participants have already been decided. This time, the Holy Son has changed his mind at the last minute, I'm afraid..."

"The candidate has already been chosen? Why am I unaware of this?" Mo Wushuang's face darkened. "Could it be that the Mo Hall has already reached a consensus and seized my power to manage the disciples?"

The Grand Elder inwardly exclaimed, "Holy crap..."

You haven't asked about the Mo family's affairs all year, not even important matters. What's the big deal about this little thing?

Everyone is used to handling things themselves, but you insist on finding fault with this.

However, at this moment he could only shake his head: "How dare I! I was just worried about disturbing the Holy Son's secluded cultivation, so I didn't bother the Holy Son with such a small matter. It is my fault."

"Actually, this is my fault. I've been so engrossed in divination that I haven't paid attention to any of the affairs at home. From now on, I'm afraid I'll have to worry about it more, lest Father returns one day and blames me for not fulfilling my duties and leaving everything to the elders." Mo Wushuang said, "How about this... from now on, I will nominate the disciples for promotion, and your Mo Hall can review them."

The elder suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

He nominated his disciples for promotion?

Motang review?

It seems that Motang still has the right to approve and review.

However, the power to make recommendations is gone!

In this way, Mo Tang can only choose from the list of recommendations, and cannot choose from outside the list...

That power is reduced by half!

It will be less convenient for people who want to promote their own interests or advance their own factions in the future.

Why did this holy son, who was so devoted to divination, suddenly develop such a great interest in power?

Is this revenge for just expelling Mo Ziyi from the Mo Hall?

If you dare to disrespect my fourth sister, I'll make sure your cronyism doesn't work out!

"What?" Mo Wushuang slowly raised her gaze, a half-smile on her face. "Does the Grand Elder think I've acted inappropriately? Or do you think Father won't return?"

The Grand Elder's face darkened: "How can the Holy Son speak such words? I have been longing for the Holy Lord's early return day and night!"

"That's good, that's good. Since the rules haven't changed, let's proceed according to the rules!" Mo Wushuang nodded gently. "Does the Grand Elder have any other matters to attend to?"

"I... take my leave!" The Grand Elder turned and left the Inkstone Pavilion.

Mo Wushuang squinted, scrutinizing his retreating figure...

Damn it, you've dared to bully me, Mo Zifang! Do you really think this Holy Son isn't angry?

If you truly act uprightly and honestly, I, your Holy Son, will respect your dedication to the Mohist school and will not say anything against you. But look at the filth you've done! Even a poetry gathering is tainted with your own agenda. You sent your most worthless son to attend, hoping to use his poetic fame to arrange a marriage with the royal family. Dream on!

If this evil trend isn't stopped, the Mohist school will sooner or later be led astray by you old folks with your rampant selfishness.

Today's demonstration will teach you a lesson!

Inside the tea room, the colorful glow of the sunset had vanished without a trace as the fish was caught.

Rou'er's gaze returned from the horizon, and the seven-colored sunset seemed to have entered her eyes...

The woman in purple let out a soft breath: "This fishing trip in the Dao Sea seems a little different. What did Young Master Zhou catch?"

"It is also a spirit fish of literary talent, but it is much smaller. Perhaps it is because I have fished for it several times, and Heaven felt that it should not bestow too much favor upon it, so the spirit fish of literary talent has become smaller." Zhou Wenju sighed softly.

Zi Yi chuckled: "Others worry about a lack of literary flair, but that's the last thing you need to worry about."

Zhou Wenju laughed as well: "That's true. Anyway, my literary world and literary mountains are still adrift in some part of the Daohai Sea. My literary roots can't hold too much literary energy. Taking more is useless, and taking less is actually easier."

"Since you have already agreed to the Nanyang Poetry Gathering, shall we rest here for a day and set off tomorrow?" said the woman in purple.

"good!"

Zhou Wenju settled down in the villa.

Zi Yi returned to her residence to prepare.

The maid Rou'er packed her clothes and made special preparations, including a precious writing brush and gold paper, a total of over a hundred sheets.

A poetry gathering obviously doesn't require that many people, so what's the point of preparing for it?

Zi Yi understood, of course.

This girl is very observant; she has already noticed that Young Master Zhou no longer has any paper records on him, and this pile of gold paper is prepared for him.

The Wendao Treasure Brush and Wendao Gold Paper are items that money can't buy. They are basically monopolized by the imperial court and the Holy Family and never enter the market.

He had no gold paper on him, which was like a fisherman losing his fishing rod...

"Miss, what is the Holy Son's intention in arranging this poetry gathering in Nanyang for him?" Rou'er asked.

The woman in purple chuckled softly, "You figured out the purpose behind it?"

"The Holy Son is very clever; he wouldn't arrange this step without a reason. Although Rou'er doesn't know his intention, she thinks there must be a reason."

The woman in purple said, "Think about it, if I appear at the poetry gathering at the same time as him, what will others think?"

"They'll think...they'll think you're dating him!" The girl's eyes lit up.

thumping!

A sharp rap landed on her little head, and Zi Yi glared at her fiercely: "What's going on in your little head? You've picked up all of your mother's lovesick thoughts..."

Rou'er rubbed her head, looking very innocent.

This is what I guessed when you asked me to guess...

Zi Yi chuckled: "Alright, alright, I'll give you a flick on the forehead to teach you a lesson. Having him participate in the Nanyang Poetry Gathering as a guest of the Mohist School serves two purposes: first, to solemnly declare to the world that Young Master Zhou is a guest of our Mohist School!"

The last four characters, "Mo Family Guest Minister," are emphasized.

Rou'er immediately understood: "In that case, even if Young Master Zhou doesn't have the status of a formal disciple, people still can't avoid the Mohist school if they want to deal with him?"

"That's right! Doesn't the Mo Hall refuse to grant this status? Brother can grant it himself. Hiring a guest elder doesn't require the Mo Hall's approval!" said the man in purple.

"The Holy Son is so clever! What's the second intention?" Rou'er's eyes were full of admiration.