How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

"Father!" The crown prince stepped forward in fear and trepidation, finally seeing the contents of the golden paper...

His expression completely changed...

At the Nanyang Poetry Festival, Zhou Wenju wrote a seven-colored poem, surpassing all others in talent and paving the way for the development of ci poetry...

How is that possible?

How could this happen?

No one believed it, not even the people in the mourning hall. The news somehow got into the guest rooms of the Prince's mansion, and the expressions of the people in the rooms changed at the same time.

The master of Huding Mountain, the seventeenth elder of the Mo family who resides on Huding Mountain, the other three elders, and one other person, is none other than Lin Shuiyao.

They were the ones who escorted the third prince's body back to the palace.

The third prince died at Huding Mountain, and as the head of Huding Mountain, it was natural for him to escort the spirit back to the palace.

Originally, Lin Shuiyao was not qualified at all, but since this matter was related to her, she was brought along to protect the spirit, in order to show the sincerity of Huding Mountain.

This is the reason that's on the table.

Are there any other reasons besides the desktop background?

Obviously, yes!

Rulan King Huo Xiu was a spiritual practitioner with a fiery temper.

How could he let the death of his own child go unpunished? If he had to vent his anger, this young woman would be the perfect punching bag. After he had vented his rage on her, his anger towards Mount Huding would be less intense. This was the thought in the mind of the master of Mount Huding.

It doesn't matter whether Lin Shuiyao can see through this layer or not.

Anyway, she couldn't resist it.

And so I stepped through the gates of the Prince Rulan's Mansion, and spent three days and three nights in fear and trepidation.

The long-awaited news has finally arrived...

However, upon hearing the news, the master of Mount Huding was stunned, and the seventeenth elder of the Mo family had a face full of black lines...

Lin Shuiyao stared wide-eyed, completely unable to believe it...

He wrote yet another seven-colored poem, and he also opened up a great avenue for literature...

He achieved his unparalleled literary fame at the Nanyang Poetry Festival!

he……

Is this still the same man who would use every trick in the book to please her, humble as a dog?

"Shuiyao!" The mountain lord's gaze fell upon her: "Now you probably really have to appear before the King of Rulan. You don't need to say anything, just kneel down and kowtow!"

He knew, of course, the extent of the King of Rulan's rage at that moment.

This is the hatred of having one's own son killed.

This is the resentment of a plot that has been thwarted.

This is the unbearable hatred of watching one's own child die with unresolved grievances.

Such hatred may require a sacrifice!

Lin Shuiyao trembled all over as she slowly got up, walked out of the guest room, and headed towards the mourning hall. Her back looked so delicate and forlorn at that moment. However, as she took a few steps, her steps became more and more steady. Eventually, she even managed to exude her own unique charm outside the mourning hall, a place that absolutely could not tolerate any kind of charm.

Outside the mourning hall, Crown Prince Huo Qiuhe raised his eyes and stared at Lin Shuiyao.

Is this the concubine that the third brother has taken a fancy to?

No, that tool?

She's really pretty; no wonder the third brother is planning to turn this into a real-life affair.

Lin Shuiyao bowed gracefully: "This humble woman, Lin Shuiyao, greets Your Highness!"

The prince did not speak, but quietly looked at her.

The bystanders watched quietly...

Lin Shuiyao slowly rose and softly said, "I know that scoundrel. He's just become famous at the Nanyang Poetry Gathering, enjoying unparalleled fame. However, I have top-secret information that's enough to ensure his entire family is wiped out and he suffers eternal damnation!"

……

The Ink Dao Script Boat, which was transformed from the Ink Heart Ruler of Mo Ziyi, has not returned to Ink Green Lake at this moment.

Instead, it hangs silently in the void.

White clouds drift beneath my feet.

Everywhere you look, there is sunshine.

Mo Ziyi and Rou'er sat on the deck, but neither of them took their eyes off a room.

Inside the room, Zhou Wenju sat cross-legged, and the air around him was unusual.

"Miss, as soon as he boarded the flying boat, he hurriedly went into his room to cultivate in seclusion, as if he were practicing pulse cultivation." Rou'er's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing Zhou Wenju.

In fact, even if she shouted, it would be impossible to disturb her, as Mo Ziyi had already sealed off the room with her literary arts.

"What do you mean by 'like'?" Mo Ziyi picked up her teacup and said, "He is a cultivator in the Pulse Cultivation Realm."

Rou'er was astonished: "He... he's such a literary prodigy, his path of literary cultivation should be vast and boundless, yet he's also pursuing meridian cultivation? Is it really necessary to abandon what's near for what's far, to forsake what's high for what's low?"

Mo Ziyi said, "Humans have limited time and energy, and can only choose one path to cultivate in their entire lives, but he..."

Rou'er immediately understood: "He is completely different. His mastery of poetry has reached its peak, so he no longer needs to spend too much energy on literature. That's why he chose the method of meridian cultivation."

Mo Ziyi glanced at her sideways, some things were a bit difficult to say...

His mastery of poetry reached its pinnacle, though that may be somewhat exaggerated, but it's not entirely unfounded.

But once one has reached the pinnacle of poetry, is there nothing else to do in the realm of literature?

Isn't that superficial?

No matter how detestable Li Yuecheng and his ilk are, one thing is always true.

That is, the way of poetry ultimately needs the support of the way of the sages.

His mastery of poetry is ridiculously strong, but what about his fundamentals? What about his knowledge of classics, history, philosophy, and literature? These things don't rely on talent; they require decades of hard work and gradual accumulation.

Without a profound foundation in literature and art, the way of poetry and lyrics will truly lack support, and there are countless instances of it being a fleeting phenomenon.

Therefore, what she meant by what she just said was that she did not approve of Zhou Wenju spending time on the path of meridian cultivation. She felt that Zhou Wenju should concentrate all his energy on making up for the missing link in his literary path.

However, Rou'er misunderstood.

Moreover, she couldn't correct it. To correct it, she would have to present the fact that Zhou Wenju lacked literary knowledge. But at this point, this girl's worship of Zhou Wenju had reached the point of being completely unreasonable. If you dared to say that he lacked literary knowledge, she would really turn against you...

Inside the room, Zhou Wenju paid no attention to the outside world, focusing solely on building the internal platform.

Yes, the profound literary talent I just experienced, the force of which was forcefully instilled into my body, was truly astonishing.

His brain, which was almost bursting from the strain of his literary talent, was effectively relieved as he established himself in the literary world.

However, a lot of literary energy is also being poured into the body.

My meridians are also feeling uncomfortable from the congestion.

There is also a way to resolve this, namely by building a Taoist altar.

The Dao Platform is the second step in meridian cultivation.

The first step is the foundation.

The second step is the establishment of the Daotai (道台).

Building a Dao platform is a very difficult task for those who cultivate their Dao, but it wasn't so difficult for Zhou Wenju.

There are two real reasons. First, there is an abundance of materials!

The materials were almost all available; he only needed to connect the true qi in various places according to the pulse cultivation method passed down by his elder brother.

Secondly? That is, the brain of a scholar is extraordinary. As long as they concentrate, even the most complex connection methods are easily mastered by them...

Upon this connection, an illusory Dao platform instantly formed within the dantian.

Once the platform is completed, it rotates once, and the true energy in all the meridians of the body gathers, then is transformed and transported throughout the body.

In this way, the feeling of swelling all over the body disappeared.

I felt so comfortable that I felt like I could float in the air.

Zhou Wenju looked inside...

The Dao platform in the dantian was crystal clear and emitted a seven-colored light.

The internal organs also seemed to have a faint rainbow glow, and even the hair in a certain place seemed to have a rainbow glow.

I rely on...

I'm obsessed with rainbows! My whole body is covered in rainbows.

Alright, it's time to say goodbye to the two Mohists.

Zhou Wenju opened the door and, under the midday sun, stood before Mo Ziyi.

Rou'er looked at him, and her eyes really started to see stars.

Why did she think he had become handsome all over again?

Mo Ziyi wasn't as infatuated as Rou'er. Although she shared the same feelings, she remained composed and softly uttered three words: "You've emerged from seclusion?"

"Yes!" Zhou Wenju sat down opposite her. "I need to say goodbye!"

"...Aren't you going back to the Mo family?" Mo Ziyi sighed softly, her voice filled with conflict. Of course, she wanted him to return to the Mo family, but she also knew that at this moment, the Mo family was undergoing a major split because of him, and the outcome was completely unknown.

"No, I wish to go to Lingnan!"

"Lingnan?"

"Yes, as you probably know, my father is currently in Lingnan, as are my mother and sister." Zhou Wenju sighed softly. "After the Yantai case, the Zhou family in the capital was left with only a desolate garden. My parents, siblings, and I were all exiled to the south. It was only after a letter was sent to Huding Mountain that I learned that my home was no longer in the capital, but in Lingnan."

"Home is where your family is, right?" Mo Ziyi said.

"yes!"

Mo Ziyi smiled gently: "A master of poetry, this can be considered a triumphant return home."

"Are you flattering me or trying to incite hatred? A master of poetry and literature? Don't praise me like this in front of outsiders..."

In short, Mo Ziyi felt completely comfortable.

This sentence contains two elements.

One element reassured her.

Her biggest worry was that he was the one who stood out from the crowd, and that the wind would surely blow him down – a saying that he himself had put it.

If he always considers himself a master of poetry, he will surely attract resentment. Since ancient times, it is not unfounded for scholars to belittle each other.

Since he has already realized this, there is no need to remind him.

Another element was a remark he made, whether intentionally or unintentionally: "Don't... in front of outsiders."

What does that mean?

He and she aren't outsiders, are they...?

For a moment, Mo Ziyi felt a sense of comfort and even a hint of sweetness...