Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 369: White Jade Capital in Heaven, Twelve Towers and Five Cities!
Yu Ke sat quietly in the room, his eyes fixed on the back of the lame old man at the door, a subtle thought arose in his mind.

With the title "Immortal"?
Today, this building is coincidentally named "Yaoxian Tower".

All this was too much of a coincidence, and it made him feel a little weird.

Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, the huge cauldron in his heart suddenly shook, emitting thousands of rays of light.

【Faced with this matter, you decide...】

1. Refuse to write a poem, and don’t write a word. (Hint: It may be bad for the future.)
2. Agree to write a poem, but wait until after the banquet is over. (Hint: It may be bad for the future.)
3. Agree to write a poem and write it before the banquet. (Hint: It may be beneficial in the future.)
4. End in-person participation. (1/3)

Yu Ke looked at the options above and it seemed that this poem was a must.

No hesitation, just choose.

3. Agree to write a poem and write it before the banquet. (Hint: It may be beneficial in the future.)
Yu Ke slowly picked up the pen, his thoughts wandering between the past and the present.

Regarding the poems about immortals, it seems that after searching through the past and present, there are only poems about that person.

Since I want to write about that person's poem, how can I write without heroic spirit in my heart?
He said, "Someone come and grind ink for me."

The lame old man was stunned, frowned slightly, and looked around. There was no one else in the quiet room except the two of them.

"Xie Guan, you don't want me to grind ink for you, do you?"

There was a hint of displeasure in the old man's tone.

Yu Ke smiled calmly, "Thank you for your help."

After a pause, he added: "Prepare another pot of wine for me."

The lame old man frowned even more tightly, looking at Yu Ke's calm appearance, his tone was mixed with coldness and warmth.

"Xie Guan, you have to think clearly. If you can't write a poem, you will be dead."

Yu Ke's smile did not diminish. "It can't be helped. Without wine, there would be no poetry. Only when there are ten thousand cups of clear wine in a golden cup can there be a hundred poems."

Although the lame old man was a little resentful, he did not dare to neglect it as it was the order of his master Su Jing.

The old man snorted coldly and turned away.

"Xie Guan, just wait!"

After a while!

The lame old man carried a jug of wine, walked to the table and put it down.

The wine ripples slightly in the pot, reflecting a clear and cool luster.

"The wine is here, write quickly."

The lame old man spoke in a cold tone, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Yu Ke smiled slightly, his eyes swept across the wine pot and the untouched inkstone on the table, and said leisurely:
"The wine isn't warm yet, the ink isn't ground yet, what's the hurry?"

Upon hearing this, the lame old man's face suddenly darkened, his eyes became even colder, and he said in a cold voice:

"If you dare to tease me, I will break your limbs and make you unable to move, let alone write."

Yu Ke didn't care. He just smiled and reached out to pick up a brush from the pen holder calmly.

The lame old man snorted coldly and turned to warm the wine.

Soon!
He brought the warmed wine back to the table and began to grind the ink.

The ink stick in his hand slowly turned on the inkstone, making a slight friction sound, but his eyes were always fixed on Yu Ke, his gaze as sharp as a sword.

Yu Ke remained calm, as if the old man didn't exist.

He closed his eyes and thought!
The old eunuch in a scarlet robe outside was surprised to see the lame old man coming in and out of the quiet room, so he walked into the room to take a look.

I was stunned!
Could it be an illusion?

The ninth-rank warrior who followed Su Xiang actually gave Xie Guanyan ink again.

The sight before me was unbelievable.

The lame old man was Chang Lao from the Su family, a ninth-rank warrior who had always followed Prime Minister Su. At this moment, he was actually researching ink for Xie Guan!
To know!
This old man Chang had a vicious personality and had taken countless lives. He was filled with murderous aura and ordinary people would retreat in fear when they saw him.

Ninth-rank warriors were rare in the city of Bianjing, and in the Thirteen States they were enough to dominate a region and look down upon kings and princes.

Just as the old eunuch was stunned, the handsome young man had already picked up the pen and started writing, with the tip of the pen lightly touching the paper, his movements smooth and calm.

The old eunuch couldn't help but walk forward and his eyes fell on the paper.

The brushstrokes are vigorous, like a dancing black dragon or a circling black phoenix.

The old eunuch couldn't help but hold his breath.

Such handwriting is really rare.

The lame old man was also surprised.

From his attainments in calligraphy, we know that Xie Guanzhi is worthy of his reputation.

His performance in the carriage and horse pavilion just now was also amazing. Is Xie Guan anything simple?
According to Shenyin and Tumosi, the Sanzhenyimen is also involved behind the scenes.

at this time!

Xie Guan changed his writing style and a line of words appeared on the paper.

The old eunuch held his breath and focused, his eyes following the tip of the pen.

As the pen moved, the following slowly appeared on the paper:
"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor."

The handwriting is like a dragon soaring into the sky and a tiger lying in the phoenix pavilion.

There is an indescribable fairy air in the elegance, as if an old dragon is sleeping at the bottom of a pond.

The most amazing thing is these two opening sentences.

Although the narrative is plain and straightforward, it makes people think deeply.

The heavenly palace, the white jade capital, the twelve towers stand tall, and the five cities are scattered in an orderly manner.

Baiyujing is the legendary fairyland where immortals live.

Could it be that in this fairyland, with layers upon layers of clouds, there really are twelve floors and five cities above the sea of ​​clouds?

Yu Ke continued to write:

"The immortal touches my top and bears longevity."

The old eunuch's eyes flickered as he savored the words carefully, and he felt that the sentence was very wonderful.

The immortal gently strokes the top of your head, enlightens your mortal body, and grants you eternal life. The artistic conception is profound and intoxicating.

Yu Ke changed his writing style and wrote again.

"Mistakenly pursuing worldly pleasures, one becomes quite confused about reason and emotions."

"Ninety-six Holy Lords, floating clouds with empty names."

"Try to learn the strategy of a hegemon, and you will be honored with a royal crown."

……

"The sword cannot defeat ten thousand men, but the writing is known all over the world."

……

"Child's play is not worth mentioning. Five sighs will lead to leaving Bianjing."

"I admire your talent and charisma, and you are the best among all the heroes."

...

"Who will sweep the Golden Terrace? It's hard to travel, so let's go home!"

Yu Ke put his pen on the pen holder.

The ink is not dry yet.

The old eunuch in charge of the seal hurriedly blew dry the ink, fearing that his breath would disturb the fragrance of the ink.

The moment I put pen to paper, clouds and mist appear, and the whole paper is filled with elegance!

This poem should be carefully preserved just because of its calligraphy.

Not to mention the poem, even the handwriting is enough to show caution.

The old eunuch said excitedly, "Mr. Chang, Master Guan has finished writing the poem and can present it to Prime Minister Su and Mr. San."

The lame old man couldn't help but ask, "What do you think of this poem?"

Although the lame old man was a warrior and knew nothing about poetry or songs, he was aware of the old eunuch's respect for him.

He couldn't help but ask, "What is this poem like?"

The old eunuch studied poetry and books in the palace and even studied under great scholars.

After listening to this, he pondered for a moment, then looked at the poem on the paper and sighed slowly.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was written by the immortal poet."

When the lame old man heard this, his eyes suddenly froze.

Just as he was about to take the paper away and send it to Su Xiang on the fourth floor.

Yu Ke gently pressed the rice paper with one hand and said with a smile,
"Is the warm wine still warm?"

The lame old man frowned and his face darkened: "Xie Guan, don't push your luck."

Yu Ke just smiled faintly and said, "Please pour me a glass of wine."

(End of this chapter)