Chapter 59: Moonlit Night on the Spring River
"What’s wrong with you?"
"nothing."
Lin Yun put away the sword.
I always feel that those three people are a little weird, so when I go out, I try to avoid trouble as much as possible.
Wang Wanqiu nodded, but her spirit became even more tense.
After the flower fairy finished reciting the poem, she announced the official start of the poetry reading.
Some dancers walked onto the stage and danced gracefully to the sound of stringed instruments and orchestras.
It was the first time that Lin Yun had seen such authentic classical dance, and he watched it very attentively for a moment.
Not far away, Dongfang Hongyue's clone had been keeping a trace of his divine consciousness on Lin Yun. Seeing that he was so interested in another woman, he couldn't help but get angry.
What's so good about a bunch of vulgar people?
Lin Yun's eyelids suddenly twitched a few times, but when he looked at the plump figure of the woman leading the dance on the stage, he didn't take it to heart.
Then the music, then the dance!
After coming to the world of immortal cultivation, Lin Yun hadn't watched the ball properly yet. The women in the world of immortal cultivation were generally very beautiful, but their figures were very disappointing, just like Wang Wanqiu next to her, who didn't need to do too much disguise to pretend to be a man.
It's rare to see a woman with such a sexy figure, so what's wrong with me taking a few glances at her?
Undercover work is so hard and stressful, so it is understandable that they want to relieve stress!
Unfortunately, after the song, the flower fairy came on stage again.
Lin Yun couldn't help but complain in her heart: "Why do women have to wear veils when they go out? Isn't this a form of discrimination against women? It's so hot that I'm shaking all over. When will you women stand up!"
Isn't it a suspense to keep her wearing a veil all the time? Although I think after seeing the true appearance of the flower fairy, most people will probably say, "Is that it?"
But you have to watch it later!
However, the voice of the flower fairy was indeed pleasant, crisp and pleasant, with the unique cold temperament of the monks of Guanghan Palace, but it did not give people the feeling that it was difficult to approach.
"With the company of the gentle breeze and bright moon, and the presence of distinguished friends, the Hanjiang Poetry Meeting is here as promised..."
This speech reminded Lin Yun of the opening ceremony during his student days.
The taste is a bit strong.
Unfortunately, it is not the golden October when the sweet osmanthus is fragrant.
"…There are three themes for this poetry competition: Ode to Spring, Ode to Flowers, and Ode to the Moon. The first-place poem will receive a limited edition Hanjiang Poetry Competition Mingyue Treasure Hairpin provided by Guanghan Palace. The Mingyue Treasure Hairpin is a top-grade magical instrument refined by Guanghan Palace. It can calm the mind and soothe the spirit. It is the first choice to give to a loved one to express admiration."
Lin Yun: “…”
Why did he smell a whiff of advertising?
The Flower Fairy went on to announce the prizes for the second and third place winners, which were the Yuehua Fairy Robe (a mid-grade magical weapon) and the Buyun Boots (a low-grade magical weapon) refined by Guanghan Palace.
In addition, the top ten contestants can receive the Hanjiang Poetry Society Medal. With the medal, they can enjoy a 30% discount on the purchase of magic weapons, elixirs and other items in Guanghan Palace. The medal is valid for one year.
The way to decide the winner is very simple. Everyone can participate. After three judges have tasted the food first, they will read it out to everyone if they think it is suitable for the competition.
Each guest has a free flower, and then the price of flowers is ten coins each, which is very cheap. You can buy flowers to help your favorite poem win the first prize.
Wow, Guanghan Palace really knows how to have fun!
Lin Yun had thought before that if poetry gatherings were held every year and food and drinks were free at the gatherings, wouldn’t Guanghan Palace be losing out?
Now he suddenly realized that, wow, these guests might make a lot of money, but Guanghan Palace would definitely not lose money.
but……
What does this have to do with me, a freeloader?
I wouldn't buy anything anyway.
"Do you want to try it too?"
Seeing that Lin Yun had not started writing before, Wang Wanqiu knew that Lin Yun probably couldn't write poetry, so she asked this question casually.
"I'll let it go."
Dongfang Hongyue had reminded him to keep a low profile, as the jealous person at home is really hard to deal with!
Lin Yun thought complacently, not knowing that he was already jealous.
If there weren't the other two Demon Lords around, Dongfang Hongyue would have made some arrangements for Lin Yun.
Lin Yun was thinking this when he suddenly heard someone discussing the value of the Mingyue Treasure Hairpin.
The market price is one thousand and two taels of gold, so it’s not excessive to sell the limited edition for ten thousand.
Some people complained that it looked good but was not practical and was not worth the price, while others responded that it was enough for the thing to look good, and the most important thing was the added value.
Ah, this...
Lin Yun remembered that he had little money until now, and he had been using Dongfang Hongyue's things before, and the clothes were all given by her.
After that, I went to the Shenxiao Sect, and I had to prepare some money!
Done!
"I think it's okay to show my talent moderately."
"Then come on!"
There is pen and ink in front of each person's desk, and you can use it as you like.
"What's the title?"
Lin Yun asked while holding a pen and paper.
"Spring, flowers, moon."
Wang Wanqiu was speechless for a moment. He didn't even know the question. It was really careless.
Lin Yun began to think about it.
Is there any poem that mentions both spring flowers and the moon? Let's just pick one.
In no more than three seconds, Lin Yun had the answer in his mind.
Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night.
Now that we have all three elements, even if you bring in Jiang and Ye, we can still make the job complete for you.
"The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises with the tide."
After Lin Yun wrote these two sentences, he asked Wang Wanqiu to take a look. In case someone else had written them before and he showed them to others, it would be embarrassing.
His knowledge reserves are relatively low, so it would be right to ask Wang Wanqiu.
At first, Wang Wanqiu thought that Lin Yun was fooling around. She was still wondering where to start. She glanced at Lin Yun's poem impatiently, and when she saw it, she was stunned.
Just these two sentences made her feel wonderful.
"So you can write poetry..."
"Of course, what do you think?"
"It's only two sentences, I can't tell what's going on. At least finish writing it."
Wang Wanqiu was wondering how many lines of this poem Lin Yun would write.
"Okay, I'll continue."
Since Wang Wanqiu has never seen it, it means there is no problem and she can copy it.
Lin Yun wrote furiously. His calligraphy was generally average to begin with, as he had practiced some brush techniques before, but his hand was not very steady.
But now, he has become a cultivator, his heart is not nervous, his hands are not shaking, and he wrote a piece of paper in one go.
Ah, what should I do if I can’t write it all on one piece of paper…
Wang Wanqiu was also shocked.
How can he write so fast? Doesn't he need to think about it?
Looking at the artistic conception of the poem again, at the beginning, it describes the beautiful night scene of the spring river. However, when it writes about who first saw the moon by the river and when the moon by the river first shone on people, Wang Wanqiu couldn't help but be moved.
Her thoughts were drawn by the artistic conception of the poem, as if she was traveling upstream along the long river of time and saw the first person looking back at the moon by the river.
Life goes on from generation to generation, and the moon over the river looks the same year after year.
People from generation to generation are born, grow old, get sick and die, but the moon is eternal.
So, is this the meaning of our pursuit of immortality and enlightenment as cultivators?
Wang Wanqiu's determination to be a Taoist was shaken by the question in the poem, but she quickly strengthened her determination to be a Taoist.
At the same time, a mysterious aura emanated from her. Although Wang Wanqiu herself was immersed in enlightenment and did not wake up, everyone else at the Hanjiang Poetry Society felt it.
For a moment, everyone in the room was shocked!
Lin Yun: “???”
I haven't even finished writing yet, and you guys are already **?
(End of this chapter)
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