Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 376 Yes, yes, yes, what do I, the original author, know about the articles I wrote?

Upon hearing the familiar name "Gonggong," Fan Xian picked at his ear in disbelief and called out to the others, "Wait, who did you say? Gonggong?!"

The scholar turned around, bowed to Fan Xian, and pointed to the poem on the paper, saying, "That's right, 'It seems Gonggong struck the pillar of heaven.' This is the recently popular poem by an immortal. Doesn't Young Master Fan know about it?"

Another scholar, quick-witted as ever, asked, "Since Young Master Fan asks in this way, have you heard of Gonggong?"

Fan Xian unconsciously revealed its origin.

“In ancient times, Gonggong and Zhuanxu fought for the throne. In anger, Gonggong struck Mount Buzhou, causing the pillar of heaven to break and the earth's axis to collapse. The heavens tilted to the northwest, hence the movement of the sun, moon, and stars; the earth was incomplete in the southeast, hence floods and dust settled there.”

Upon hearing this, the crowd misunderstood and said, "The Fan family truly lives up to its reputation for scholarship, knowing the origins of Gonggong. We are so ignorant that we have never heard of him before!"

Fan Xian stared wide-eyed. He was certain that the myth of Gonggong had never existed in this world. It was like another world altogether, completely unrelated to his past life.

However, upon suddenly hearing the name "Gonggong," a glimmer of hope arose in his heart.

Fan Xian hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the paper from the scholar's hand. After reading only the first few sentences, he was certain that it was written by someone familiar with Chinese culture.

He gripped the paper tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white, as if he had seized an opportunity that was within reach. He laughed loudly, stomped his feet excitedly, and shouted in the street.

"Hahahaha!"

"Gonggong!"

"Gonggong!!!"

Who knows the loneliness he has endured for over a decade? Now that Fan Xian has finally seen those familiar words, who can understand his excitement at this moment?

Seeing Fan Xian's crazed appearance, the scholars looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what to do. Could it be that the immortal's poems had such magic that they could drive people mad?

After a while, Fan Xian finally stopped. He suppressed his excitement, took the scholar's hand, and asked, "Where did this poem come from?"

The scholar didn't blame Fan Xian, assuming he was simply delighted by such a fine line. So he replied, "Three days ago, the immortal penned this poem on the city wall. Young Master Fan, you still don't know?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian remembered that there had been many people talking about good poems these past few days, but he hadn't taken it seriously.

After all, he had read some of the poems and songs in this world, and none of them were any of them that could be used against him, so he didn't take the poems and songs mentioned by others to heart.

Can anything be more powerful than the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River?
Who knew that the poems I hadn't paid any attention to would give me such a big "surprise"—no, it should be called a shock!

"Is it the Danzhou city wall? Which side?"

"East!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian immediately used his lightness skill and ran towards the eastern city wall. From afar, he heard the scholar's shout: "Young Master Fan, you still have my poems in your hand!"

Thus, this scene unfolded on the main street of Danzhou City.

Fan Xian ran forward like a thief who had stolen something, startling many vendors and laborers along the way. He was like a gust of wind; before you could even see his face clearly, he was gone.

The group of scholars behind them, panting heavily, chased after them with all their might. Young Master Fan stopped calling out. There were quite a few "enthusiastic onlookers" who heard the group of scholars running and cursing, "You little thief who stole my poem, give me back my poem!"

How can you use the word "steal" to describe the affairs of scholars? It's inelegant, truly inelegant. You should use "borrow" instead!
The "helpful bystanders" thought something had been stolen, and when they saw the situation, they were shocked to see the thief so audacious as to steal in the street, so they immediately ran after him.

Wow, what a lively scene!

When Fan Xian ran out of the city gate without stopping and saw the unique thin gold script, he couldn't stop his tears of excitement.

He stood there, frozen in place, then stepped forward with trembling excitement. He felt as if he were in a fleeting, unreal dream, and feared it would shatter. Suddenly, Fan Xian smiled and commented, "The wording and sentence structure are a bit too crafty!"

"Yes, that's right. After all, it was written in a short period of time, so the craftsman's touch is indeed strong!"

Suddenly hearing these words, Fan Xian couldn't help but turn around and see a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes looking at him with a half-smile.

Upon hearing the two men's comments, the scholars nearby glared angrily, with an older man even rebuking them, "What do you know, you ignorant brats? These are poems by immortals!"

Meng Fan laughed at them and said, "Yes, yes, I don't understand. What do I, the original author, know about the poem I wrote?"

The scholars: "..."

"Is he the one who wrote this poem?!"

"catch him!!!"

In an instant, the scholars rushed forward, but Meng Fan had already disappeared. When he reappeared, he grabbed Fan Xian's shoulder and whispered, "Come with me!"

A short while after Meng Fan and Fan Xian left, the scholars who had been chasing after Fan Xian arrived at the scene.

Upon arriving, he immediately heard the news that the poet had appeared, and he stamped his feet and exclaimed, "Why didn't I come sooner? I regret it so much!"

Because they had been running too intensely and stopped abruptly, coupled with their extreme emotional fluctuations, several scholars fainted on the spot.

As the story spread, it evolved into the strange tale that someone fainted from shock because they hadn't seen the immortal's face, and that after waking up, they slapped themselves several times.

It's just that it gave the storyteller some fodder for conversation after dinner, and made people laugh.

Outside Danzhou city, a bamboo forest high up.

There was a pavilion on the upper level, where two people sat facing each other, watching the clouds and mist rise and fall.

Fan Xian was unsure whether he was excited or experiencing something else. He tried to speak several times, but then stopped. He was afraid, afraid that this was just a dream, afraid that the other person was not like him, but came from another world.

Perhaps it's just a coincidence?

The other party just happened to know those classic texts, just happened to compose a poem in Danzhou City, just happened…

In short, Fan Xian dared not shatter this dream, for he both hoped to make it a reality and feared that it would be destroyed and come to nothing!
Meng Fan took a leisurely sip of tea and smiled, "I know what you want to ask, but before that, why don't you answer my question first!"

What do you think of this world?

"What do you mean?"

Fan Xian frowned and asked.

"Well!"

Meng Fan thought for a moment, then said, "It's about giving a subjective description of the culture, background, ideology, social customs, and so on of the world you're in now."

Meng Fan looked at Fan Xian like an interviewer sizing him up.

This made Fan Xian feel involuntarily tense, and he was sweating profusely.

(End of this chapter)