Chapter Fifty Dialogue

  (Continue to eagerly seek Sanjiang tickets, some are rushing to vote!)

  As dusk approaches, the setting sun is in the west, dyeing half of the sky with a solemn and majestic red glow.

  "The evening sun is fragrant and misty, the mountains are steep and majestic; The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's just near dusk..."

  Wu Wenzai's recitation echoed in this environment, coincidentally matching the current atmosphere, and as people listened, a mysterious feeling flowed through their hearts.

  Great poem!

  Especially the last sentence, although simple and unadorned, seems to be spoken casually, yet expresses a kind of philosophy of life that can resonate with everyone.

  Those gentlemen at Minghua Academy were even more astonished, looking at each other in dismay, never having thought that Chen Jianchen could write such a classic five-character poem.

  They couldn't help but repeat these four lines of poetry in their mouths, the more they thought about it, the more they felt that the faint sigh and sorrow were like the sentiments of someone who had experienced many hardships, not something that a 17-year-old young scholar could have written.

  The facts are right in front of them, and they can't help but believe.

  It can only be explained by "a clever move made unintentionally".

  "What a great poem!"

  Nie Xiaoqian was the first to applaud, immediately followed by a wave of cheers.

  Such a fervent reaction made Wu Wencai appear at a loss, somewhat embarrassed. In his heart, however, he was seething with hatred: He had never imagined that the trap he set for Chen Jianchen would not only fail to bring him down but also help establish his reputation.

  In the Tianyun dynasty, literature was flourishing. The study of classics and poetry were two different things. A good poem could spread rapidly throughout the land, and some poets who were not skilled in classical studies would work hard to compose poems to present to the powerful, hoping to gain recognition. Those without connections might even recite their works loudly on a boat or at other opportune moments, and if they happened to be heard by a "connoisseur", they could also get an opportunity for recommendation.

  Now Chen Jianchen has made this five-character poem, I believe it will soon spread and be widely discussed. At present, he naturally became a "red man", surrounded by a group of female students from Qingxue Academy, asking him to continue writing a few good poems.

  On the other side, Wang Fu saw it and couldn't help but think "replace him", but he was more self-aware, thinking: Liu Xian had a deep friendship with himself, Liu Xian's talent was overflowing, his future was boundless, wouldn't that make oneself able to rise to great heights...

  The outing of the two colleges ended in a lively atmosphere, and everyone sat on sedan chairs to go down the mountain and took horse-drawn carriages to hurry back to Jiangzhou.

  Chen Jianchen still chose to walk, and as he was about to leave, he turned his head back for a glance, seeing the old man Huang putting away the chairs and tables. A thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't linger and went down the mountain.

  At this time, on top of the Pen Holder Mountain, all tourists have dispersed.

  The sun gradually sets in the west, and the sky becomes darker bit by bit.

  In the teahouse, that old man suddenly stood up, his body straightened in an instant, no longer showing a slightly hunched back in front of everyone. He walked with his hands behind his back to the pillar, wanting to see the poem left by Chen Jianchen.

  Buzz!

  Suddenly and strangely, on that written page, above the last word "title", a burst of light suddenly flashed out.

  A brilliant light burst forth, suddenly splitting into two beams that shot towards Huang Lao's eyes like sharp needles.

  Huh?

  Huang Lao'er let out a cry of surprise, his eyelids fluttering rapidly as he closed his eyes.

  Hehehe!

  Two beams of white light struck his seemingly dry eyelids, instantly like hitting a stone, ringing loudly, and in an instant they were scattered, leaving no trace.

  "Righteousness?"

  Huang Lao'er suddenly opened his eyes, and a burst of sharp light shot out from his pupils. He didn't look like an old man at all. His expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to devour someone.

  "Could he be the scholar who condensed the righteous energy as mentioned by Shisan Shen?"

  Huang Lao'er muttered to himself, his face quickly returned to normal, and after a long time, he slowly walked back into the teahouse and sat down at a table.

  On the table was a teapot, with steam swirling around it. In front of Old Huang was a tea cup, and opposite him, where there should have been no one, was also a tea cup.

  It seemed as if he was waiting for a guest to arrive.

  The sunset finally fell completely, the night curtain swept up, scattered sparse stars, and a crescent moon.

  "You're here."

  Huang Lao'er suddenly spoke up.

  "I'm here."

  Someone answered from across, but couldn't see anyone's shadow.

  Wow!

  At this time, the teapot on the table suddenly moved by itself, as if there was a hand in the air holding it. It first poured a cup of tea into Huang Lao's teacup in front of him, then turned back and poured tea into another teacup on the other side.

  "I'm leaving..."

  Huang Lao'er picked up his teacup and took a light sip.

  "Are you serious?"

  The sound of a person's voice is ethereal and lively, yet seems to lack any emotional color.

  "Uh-huh, today I met that bookworm you mentioned, he wrote a poem on the pillar and there's a character in it that implies righteousness."

  “But you weren’t hurt.”

  "It was close."

  A moment of silence, then a faint voice asked: "Where are you going?"

  Huang Lao'er's eyes wandered, saying: "I heard that there is an abandoned temple on the Zhejiang side, not small in scale. I can take my main body over there to settle down."

  "It's like this... Ah, it seems we won't be able to gather together to drink tea again in the future."

  Huang Lao'er said: "You are a mountain god and must not leave your post without permission. However, after I have cultivated my Dharma body, you can come to see me at will."

  "Heh heh, the body of Dharma, easy to talk about but difficult to achieve. You have cultivated for nearly a thousand years, yet it is still difficult."

  Huang Lao'er hummed and said: "There will always be a day when it is achieved."

  "I wish that day would come sooner."

  Huang Lao'er suddenly changed the subject: "You, Yinsi, suffered such a great loss, won't you take revenge on that scholar? This doesn't seem like Wang Chenggui's style."

  "What can be done? The trouble is coming, and he won't be able to get away with it. Moreover, Guang Han's ox-nose has appeared, his cultivation is deep and immeasurable, and he is also the elder of Cangshan, this face cannot be pushed."

  Huang Lao'er's eyes sparkled with a hint of surprise: "That scholar actually has a connection with Guang Han?"

  "I don't know, it's said that Guang Han wanted to take Shu Sheng as his apprentice, I don't know why he didn't succeed in the end, but anyway, this good karma is there, and City God can't be a bad person either."

  Huang Lao'er smiled and said, "Forget it, anyway I'm leaving soon, but I don't bother to care about this mess."

  "That voice suddenly said: 'Actually, your leaving is a good choice. Today, I saw a Shu Mountain swordsman drifting on the surface of Jianjiang River. If you stay here, you will be discovered by him sooner or later.'"

  "Shu Mountain Swordsmen? Even they have someone who has emerged? This world is truly going to be in chaos."

  "Whether it's a chaotic world or a prosperous one, I'm the same to you... Ah, yes, what was the name of that temple in Zhejiang Province you were going to? Maybe someday I'll have the chance to visit and pay my respects."

  "Orchid Temple..."

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