Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 125 Secret Realm Rules
Xiaoqing let down her guard in the secret realm. She originally thought that this would be a place where victory depended on force, but she didn't expect that it would be a place where victory depended on writing poetry.

Zhou Ping nodded and understood the rules of the game in the secret realm. Write poetry!
This secret realm has been here for a long time, but the two of them are the first people to come in.

"Hehe, this storage jade is mine!" Xiaoqing left Zhou Ping behind and walked out of the secret realm. She wanted to find Fan Shiyi.

Xiaoqing’s idea was very simple. If Fan Shiyi wrote a poem for her, the secret realm would be within her reach.

After Xiaoqing left, Zhou Ping's eyes flashed, he bit his finger, and then a drop of blood dripped. On the panel, the white dot representing the destination of Tianya Zhichi instantly moved here.

When Zhou Ping finished all this, Fan Shiyi just happened to enter the secret realm with a few scholars.

"I can't believe that here we have to write poems to decide the winner." Fan Shiyi said as he stared at the man working in the field.

Chen Chao said, "Brother Fan, this is perfect. There is no danger in this secret realm, and we still have to write poems to decide the winner. This is a great advantage for you and me."

Several other scholars were also eager to try, as they felt they might be the lucky ones.

"Fan Shiyi, please think of a poem for me and let me write it. Then the storage jade will be mine." Xiaoqing said anxiously.

A piece of storage jade is something that is hard to come by. Even an emperor may not have the opportunity to have such a treasure.

Once the storage jade is discovered, it will quickly attract various cultivators and be conquered.

Fan Shiyi looked at the old man working in the field, frowned and thought for a while, then he wrote a poem and gave it to Xiaoqing.

Although several other scholars also wanted to be the first to write poems, they were not qualified because Fan Shiyi was there.

Xiaoqing couldn't wait to write the poem on paper.

But the next moment, nothing happened.

Fan Shiyi seemed to have expected this. She muttered, "Is it really not possible?"

Xiao Qing was so anxious that she was turning around in circles: "Fan Shiyi, what's going on? Write me another poem!"

If Xiaoqing feels that one poem is not enough, then write two!
Chen Chao frowned and said, "Brother Fan, I think your poem is of top quality, it should be acceptable."

Fan Shiyi shook his head and looked at the old man weeding in the field: "I know who this person is."

"A thousand years ago, it was not the Great Wei, but the Great Zhou."

"There was a poet named Li Shen. His family had been farmers for generations, but he was very intelligent and wrote many good poems."

"Most of these poems are about pastoral life."

"This person is the chief minister of the cabinet, second only to the emperor and above all others."

Fan Shiyi looked at the man in front of her. She had seen portraits of poets from past dynasties before, and this man looked exactly like Li Shen.

"Fan Shiyi, I don't care about the Great Zhou or the Great Wei, nor do I care about farming. Just write me a poem. I want to store spiritual jade." Xiaoqing was so anxious that she wanted to take a bite of Fan Shiyi.

Fan Shiyi shook his head and sighed: "This poem of mine is the limit of what I can write."

Xiaoqing didn't believe that this was Fan Shiyi's limit, so Fan Shiyi began to explain.

"I roughly guessed the rules of the secret realm."

"This is a test with one topic, and the topic is the scene in front of you."

"As for the standard, it is Li Shen himself. We have to write better poems than him to get the storage jade."

Fan Shiyi shook his head: "This person was a Confucian scholar in his lifetime and wrote countless poems. Most importantly..."

"What is the most important thing?" Chen Chao's heart was pounding. He had already guessed the rules of the secret realm.

With Fan Shiyi here, he felt that he had no chance.

However, after listening to Fan Shiyi's explanation of the rules of the secret realm, Chen Chao had already guessed what Fan Shiyi wanted to say.

Write a poem on a given topic, and the topic must be about hoeing the fields.

Fan Shiyi grew up in an extremely affluent environment and had never done farm work, so she was at a disadvantage when writing this kind of poetry.

Chen Chao also read Fan Shiyi's poems, most of which were about love, romance, and erotic songs.

When writing about these romantic stories, Chen Chao thought that he was definitely no match for Fan Shiyi and was not even 10% as good as Fan Shiyi.

But if it came to writing poems about farm work, Chen Chao was confident that he still had some chance of success.

"The most important thing is that poetry should be about pastoral themes. I have never farmed before, so I don't have any real feelings. Naturally, I can't write good poems." Fan Shiyi sighed, then looked at Xiaoqing apologetically.

Fan Shiyi's meaning was very clear. She couldn't do it!

Xiaoqing also understood what Fan Shiyi meant. She knew that Fan Shiyi was indeed powerless. Otherwise, given their relationship, she would definitely write a good poem for herself.

“Fairy Long, just because Brother Fan can’t do it doesn’t mean we can’t do it. We can write a poem for you.” Chen Chao said confidently.

All the scholars knew Xiaoqing's identity.

When the mountain pressed down on the city that day, Chen Chao also resisted until the last moment. He knew that Xiaoqing was the monster that transformed into a giant python.

But no one dared to call her a snake, and instead called her the Dragon Fairy.

Chen Chao was a smart man. He knew that instead of getting the storage jade himself, it would be better to do a favor for Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqing's favor is Fan Shiyi's favor, and Fan Shiyi's favor is Fan Zhongfu's favor.

"Yes, Fairy Long, we are all good at farming. We can definitely write good poems by doing half farming and half studying."

"Yes, yes, let's write a good poem for the Dragon Fairy."

The scholars said one after another. They also knew that they had to please Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqing looked at Fan Shiyi, who sighed and nodded. She didn't want to owe him a favor, but a piece of storage jade was indeed worth a lot.

For Xiaoqing, it is worth owing a favor. However, Fan Shiyi does not think that Chen Chao and other scholars can write better poems than Li Shen.

Rather than trust Li Chao, it is better to trust Zhou Ping. Fan Shiyi thinks that Zhou Ping, a weirdo, can write good poems.

"Eleven would like to thank all of you brothers here." Fan Eleven accepted the favor.

Chen Chao and the others suppressed their joy. Being able to make Fan Shiyi owe them a favor was much more valuable than a piece of storage jade.

So everyone started to study the poems, and people kept writing poems for Xiaoqing to try.

But after trying more than a dozen songs, the secret realm still did not change.

Everyone had long forgotten Zhou Ping.

"Little brother, there is something." The old man who picked herbs tugged at Zhou Ping's sleeve. He looked anxious and seemed to be in a hurry to leave.

After Zhou Ping asked the reason, he realized that he was in a hurry to go down the mountain to sell medicinal herbs to save people.

"This is a simple matter. I'll take you down the mountain. It's more dangerous at night." Zhou Ping said.

The old man who was collecting herbs thanked him profusely. It was late at night, and if he went down the mountain alone, he would definitely encounter wild animals.

But with the protection of the bodyguard Zhou Ping, it is much safer.

"Brother Fan, I want to send this old man down the mountain." Zhou Ping explained the reason.

Fan Shiyi didn't waste any words and directly drew two cranes: "Let them take you down the mountain, it will be faster this way, we won't go down yet."

Zhou Ping nodded, then took the herbalist down the mountain on a crane.

As for the others, they didn't even notice that Zhou Ping had left. They concentrated on writing poems in order to obtain the storage jade.

When they arrived in Qinghe County, the old herbalist was holding the Ganoderma lucidum and was very anxious: "What should I do? The herbal medicine shop is closed and the doctors are all asleep."

The old man who was collecting herbs had a sad face, and his wife was still running a high fever. If she didn't get timely treatment, she would probably have hidden illnesses even if she survived. Zhou Ping simply helped him to the end and took him to the mansion to find He Yunqing.

He Yunqing is in charge of the He family pharmacy, so he can still do this.

He Yunqing had already fallen asleep. She put on her clothes with sleepy eyes. After knowing the whole story, she immediately took out twenty taels of silver and gave it to the old man who was collecting herbs.

He Yunqing bought the medicinal herbs.

The old man who was collecting herbs was so excited that he knelt down and bowed. He knew that the herbs were worth no more than seven or eight taels, but He Yunqing gave him twenty taels of silver.

"Thank you Miss He, thank you Sir." The old man who picked herbs knew that he had met a noble person today. He knew that He Yunqing gave him a dozen taels of silver more because of Zhou Ping's face.

Next, He Yunqing arranged for someone to find the best doctor in He’s pharmacy to treat the old man who collected herbs.

The old man who collected herbs naturally thanked He Yunqing profusely: "Miss He and Mr. Zhou are truly the best and kindest people in the world."

"Okay, old man, go home and see a doctor as soon as possible. The doctor I found will be here soon." He Yunqing said.

The old man who collected herbs bowed again and again, and finally left with the help of Zhou Ping.

When leaving, the old herbalist did not forget to store the spiritual jade: "What a pity, young master, that treasure should be yours."

Zhou Ping smiled faintly and did not respond.

Zhou Ping returned to the room and looked at the white spots on the panel.

One of the white dots is Zhou Ping’s ancestral home, and another white dot is on Qinglong Mountain.

Zhou Ping left a mark in the secret realm, and he could fly there instantly.

"The rule of the secret realm is to write a poem that satisfies all previous hosts."

"Once someone writes it down, the storage jade will belong to him."

"The poems written by Fan Shiyi are not good, because he has never farmed, so what he writes is not good."

Zhou Ping closed his eyes and started reading Three Hundred Tang Poems.

In his memory, there was a poem that was very appropriate for the man farming in the secret place.

"It is noon and I am hoeing the field." Zhou Ping only remembered this line of the poem and had forgotten the other three.

Relying on the technique of tracing back the source and recalling the past, Zhou Ping saw the entire poem.

"When the sun is at its highest point in the sky, I am hoeing the field and my sweat drips to the ground. Who knows that every grain of rice on the table is the result of hard work?" Zhou Ping's eyes lit up. He felt that this poem was very appropriate for the occasion.

The scene in the secret realm is a composition with a given topic.

The only difference is that the format of the composition is poetry.

Zhou Ping recited the poem several times, and then wrapped himself in the Ruyi cassock. He changed into the form of a cloth man.

Zhou Ping's cloth-man form is very famous in Qinghe County, because he was the one who moved the mountain at the last moment. He is called the cloth-man hero in this form.

Rumor has it that the Bu Tiao hero is a top-notch warrior!
Zhou Ping put down the Thousand Blades Demon Sword and the Vajra, and let the Ruyi Robe cover his eyes a little more.

"No, even if I cover my eyes a little, I will still be seen." Zhou Ping knew that Fan Shiyi and Xiaoqing would be able to see through his identity with just a glance.

In the end, Zhou Ping asked the Ruyi robe to cover his eyes completely.

"go!"

Qinglong Mountain, in the secret realm.

A man was tirelessly hoeing the soil for the wheat seedlings. Under the scorching sun, his sweat kept dripping onto the wheat seedlings.

Several scholars were composing poems word by word.

At the beginning, each scholar wrote a poem.

Xiaoqing wrote the poems one by one, but the secret realm did not change at all.

Finally, Chen Chao thought of a solution and they began to collect poems.

Although I have saved up a few songs, I still haven't succeeded.

Fan Shiyi sighed. She held Li Shen's poems in her hand. These poems had a strong pastoral style.

She had seen the poems written by these scholars, and compared with Li Shen's poems, they were not at the same level at all.

Writing poetry requires spirituality. In Fan Shiyi's opinion, these people's spirituality is far inferior to Li Shen's.

As for the collected poems, they are even more unbearable to read.

Fan Shiyi felt that even if these scholars were given a month, they would probably not be able to write any good poems.

"Maybe my father can come and take this storage jade."

"Maybe it's those old guys in the academy. They can also write a few poems."

Fan Shiyi knew all the more famous Confucian practitioners and was aware of their ability to write poetry.

This kind of composition topic is not easy to write. Even if her father came, it would take some time to study before she could write a good poem.

As for the others, Fan Shiyi guessed that it would take at least a few days for them to finish writing the poems.

Li Shen is not well-known for his poetry in history, but he is famous mainly for his ideas on governing the country.

In the past, Fan Shiyi had never paid attention to such a person. Although she had Li Shen’s poetry collection, she had never read it seriously.

Fan Shiyi's main works were obscene songs and lyrics, but the poems written by Li Shen were not gorgeous, but extremely dry and pale, so she didn't like them.

Even if he didn't like it, Fan Shiyi knew that this was Li Shen's style.

Several scholars from Qinghe County were also trying their best to use dry and pale words to describe the composition topic in front of them, but some of them failed to achieve the desired result.

Xiaoqing was quite interested. Although she didn't understand, she nodded frequently, encouraging these scholars to collect poems.

Suddenly, Fan Shiyi felt someone coming into the secret realm.

A man covered in strips of cloth appeared in the secret realm.

"The cloth hero!" Fan Shiyi exclaimed. She was very familiar with this background.

That day, if it weren’t for this person, Xiaoqing and I would have been crushed to death by the mountain.

Afterwards, Fan Shiyi wanted to find the Cloth Strip Hero to express his gratitude, but there was no such person in the martial arts world. Fan Shiyi could not find the Cloth Strip Hero at all.

Fan Shiyi's exclamation also alarmed Xiaoqing and others.

These people stared at Zhou Ping in amazement, especially Chen Chao, whose eyes were excited. He had also seen Zhou Ping's heroic background.

"Master Cloth Strip." Chen Chao said excitedly.

Zhou Ping ignored Chen Chao and Fan Shiyi. He walked straight to the stone table.

A hero should behave like a hero. He should act cooler.

The scholars automatically made way for him, and even Xiaoqing made way for him.

Now that the hero has arrived, of course they have to make way.

Zhou Ping walked to the table, picked up a pen and started writing on the paper.

(End of this chapter)