Qingyunxian

Chapter 107: Ode to the Bird

"Boy Meng, I am the second best talent in the Middle Ages. The best one is my mentor. How dare you say that I am not good at talent?" Old Ghost Li's voice was the loudest, and he seemed extremely indignant.

"You should go and settle the score with Su Laogui. It must be him who changed my tax incorrectly!" Li Laogui suddenly came to his senses and started to shift the blame.

Su Laogui immediately cursed: "You are the second best person in the Middle Ages. You are just a writer of obscene poems. I have to clean up your mess. If your original article is really released, Meng will definitely be misunderstood as obscene!"

"Your whole family is the one who writes obscene poems. Mine is about the mortal world, you know nothing!" Li Laogui cursed, "You are not a good person either. Literature is not tolerated by heaven. You can't even inherit a few of the family businesses of literature. How dare you criticize me?"

"Neither of you are good people!" Another old ghost whose identity was unknown interrupted.

"Shut up!" Li Laogui and Su Laogui shouted at the same time.

Several "tenants" started quarreling, and Meng Qingyi's mind suddenly became chaotic.

Meng Qingyi raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, and everything became quiet in an instant.

"Every time we talk about important events in the Middle Ages, you will find an excuse to change the subject. You're afraid that I'll know the inside story, right?" Meng Qingyi shook her head slightly. This was not the first time this had happened.

Those guys were all very good at changing the subject. Apart from knowledge on cultivation and some strange and perverted techniques, they didn't reveal anything else, especially the secrets from ancient times.

But Meng Qingyi couldn't do anything to them.

Forget it, it’s enough for me to be able to write this great poem. One day I will squeeze these old ghosts dry.

Meng Qingyi looked at the only ink ball left on the stage and thought to himself, "Old Li is a man of great talent. This swan fu is magnificent and a rare masterpiece. What other fu can compare to it?"

Almost everyone was waiting for Elder Jin Miao to reveal the identity of this first person.

How many carts and buckets can this ball of ink move?
Elder Jin Miao did not keep the secret and waved towards Mo Tuan.

As the talent circulated, the ink ball swayed slightly, and the five vehicles and eight buckets below began to move.

"Three carts and eight buckets."

"No, not three cars, four cars!"

"hiss!"

After three cars and eight buckets came out at the same time, another car frame flew out, forming the momentum of four cars and eight buckets!
Everyone present was silent and couldn't help but gasp.

I originally thought that although this fu was more talented than the Honghu Fu, it was only slightly better.

It was nothing more than four carts and one bucket or four carts and two buckets, but it ended up going straight to four carts and eight buckets. It was like ascending to heaven, leaving others far behind.

There has hardly ever been a poem that could move so many people, not to mention in the Wumiao area, even in the entire history of the Baiyu.

The Talent Yunbao [Five Carts and Eight Pecks] complies with the medieval calculation system. The capped Five Carts and Eight Pecks can be said to be unrivaled in talent in the world, and can be called the best in talent, and can be called a sage in ancient and medieval times.

Although "Four Cars and Eight Buckets" is one level lower than "Five Cars and Eight Buckets", it can also be regarded as a work of sub-sage.

The second sage is a division of literature and art. When literature and art died out, only the titles of sage and second sage were left. It is not an exaggeration to use them to refer to this fu.

He is well-read and talented. The talent in the world is measured in terms of talent. How great a scene it is that this essay can inspire talent of four carts and eight buckets?
Elder Jin Miao was startled, and then a look of shock appeared in his eyes. No one knew the meaning of the four carts and eight buckets better than him.

Carrying an incomplete inheritance of talent, Elder Jin Miao knows how rare talent is.

The system used by Yunbao is from the Middle Ages, which is quite different from the current measurement methods.

This gift is so talented that it will surely accelerate the transformation of the cloud pattern on Yunbao, saving a lot of time and effort.

It's not that Elder Jin Miao wanted to steal this talent. This was an important part of the Five Miao choosing a son-in-law, and he had no right to change it at will.

Since I am going to take away the talent that this fu will attract, I will naturally compensate the other party later.

The Wu Miao people are not demons, so they still need to maintain their due respect.

After all, there is a high probability that the other party will become the son-in-law of the Wu Miao people. If he disappoints people's hearts, it will undoubtedly be like shooting himself in the foot.

Elder Jin Miao waved the ink ball and sent it under the platform.

He wanted to see who wrote this poem.

The ink ball fell into the crowd, and everyone avoided it, and their eyes fell on Liu Xun at the same time.

The ink of that fu was restored, and the brush tip suddenly turned like a dancing dragon or snake, iron-drawn and silver-hooked. The words alone were enough to make people admire them.

The writing of Dahuang is mostly bold and has a wild and ancient style.

The handwriting of Liu Xun's fu seems to be born from the clouds in the sky, and it is relaxed and unrestrained, as if dragons and snakes are rising from his pen. Others don't know that this is a combination of Liu Xun's running script method before the time travel and the cloud writing method he learned from his life in the wilderness, which is naturally amazing.

However, what amazed everyone even more was the content of this fu!

The poem is named "Fu of the Bird"!
Meng Qingyi and the others focused their eyes on the Ode to the Cuckoo, not daring to make any mistakes.

"Cuckoo? What kind of bird is this?" Meng Qingyi murmured. Even the two old ghosts Li and Su didn't know what kind of bird a cuckoo was.

A voice from the "tenants" rang out: "The cuckoo is a treacherous bird. It is a bad omen when it appears. In ancient times, a sage saw the cuckoo. He became senile in his later years and ruined the destiny of a holy dynasty."

Meng Qingyi couldn't help but be surprised. Hearing the owner of the voice, she was a little confused as to why this person came out, as he usually never made a sound.

"Mr. Ying, what do you think?" Meng Qingyi was quite respectful to this extremely mysterious Mr. Ying.

Among the tenants, the origin of this man named Ying is unknown. Some old ghosts seem to know his identity, but no one dares to say much, so Meng Qingyi only knows that Mr. Ying's identity is not simple.

Mr. Ying paused for two breaths, and said with some appreciation: "This boy is extraordinary, and this poem is also extraordinary. You should read on, maybe it will be of some benefit to you!"

Meng Qingyi raised his eyebrows and looked over carefully.

The ball of ink expands into a fu, until the entire article is revealed to everyone.

Some people couldn't help but read it out loud.

"All things are changing, there is no rest. They flow and move, or push and return."

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"Misfortune is the root of blessing, and blessing is the root of misfortune; sorrow and joy gather at the door, and good and bad are in the same domain."

When everyone read this, some profound truths suddenly emerged in their minds, and they couldn't help but think about it carefully.

The more I savor this sentence, the more I find it mysterious and profound, as if it points directly to the profound principles of the great Dao.

Several old ghosts in Meng Qingyi's soul court immediately exclaimed: "This statement contains the ultimate idea of ​​divination and destiny. If we use special means to draw out the ultimate truth, it may become an extremely powerful killing move!"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Several old ghosts who were usually inactive were lured out by the Bird Poem and praised it highly in Meng Qingyi's soul court.

Perhaps even Meng Qingyi himself didn't know the number of tenants in his Soul Court, so naturally he couldn't remember some of their names.

This poem about the cuckoo has not yet ended.

The text has reached the second half.

"Heaven and earth are a furnace, creation is work; Yin and Yang are charcoal, and all things are copper."

As soon as these words were uttered, there was a loud explosion in the air.

Everyone was shocked. Before they realized what was happening, Elder Jin Miao groaned.

The restrictions he had placed on this space disappeared!

To be precise, it was the inspiration from this sentence in the Ode to the Bird that broke through.

In broad daylight, lotus flowers emitting a divine aura fell from the sky, and wonderful sounds rang out, like the echoes of Tao.

The sky is full of flowers and the heavenly music is singing, which is actually the heaven and earth's praise for this poem!

Elder Jin Miao watched helplessly as the vast talent brought by the cuckoo gift poured into Liu Xun's body, without being absorbed by Cai Dao Yun Bao at all.

No matter what means he used, he could not intercept even a single bit.

Elder Jin Miao sighed, this boy is extraordinary, and this talent is even more extraordinary.

"Great article!"

"I never thought that after the ancient times, there would be someone who could write such great articles!"

Mr. Ying exclaimed in surprise and marveled.

I'm taking two days off. The updates this month will be sporadic, but will be stable starting next month.

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(End of this chapter)