Chapter 95
"Today, I would like to compose a poem for my great-grandmother and Ziyang Wenjun.&q
Xuan Yi glanced at the flickering soul fire, then looked deeply at Shen Shu'an.
Shen Shu'an: "?"
[Ding, 200 points of Xuan Yi's hesitation emotion value have been collected.]
Shen Shu'an: "??"
Shen Shu'an immediately looked up and met Xuan Yi's gaze, her big eyes sparkling.
Are you about to speak? Do you have something to say to me?
Xuan Yi, just say what you have to say, please!
Shen Shuan: (ŐvŐ)
Xuan Yi: "..."
Xuan Yi silently looked away, withdrew his soul fire, and remained silent.
Shen Shu'an: "Q◡Q?"
But perhaps Shen Shu'an's disappointed expression was too obvious, and Xuan Yi remained silent for a moment.
"Shen Shu'an, I..."
"Hey, sis!"
Suddenly, Qian Hengduo came running from not far away, dragging the deaf Qiao Pingsheng along.
"Sis, did you bet on Brother Qiao? I made a lot of money, how about sharing some with you, sis?"
Shen Shu'an looked at Qian Hengduo, then at Xuan Yi, feeling like crying. ┭┮﹏┭┮ Brother Qian, you've come at the worst possible time!
Xuan Yi saw this and suddenly chuckled, his narrow eyes curving slightly as he transmitted his voice, "I'll come to your courtyard tonight to find you."
Shen Shu'an: "?"
Shen Shuan narrowed her eyes and turned her head to look at Xuan Yi.
Oh dear, that's not a good idea. That's a bit... inappropriate!
However, Shen Shuan nodded, relieved that he had finally grown a mouth!
"Mmm-hmm!"
At this moment, Qian Hengduo pulled Qiao Pingsheng forward and asked, "Brother Xuan, Sister, what are you talking about?"
"By the way, where's the eldest sister?"
Shen Shu'an looked at Qian Hengduo, who seemed completely at ease, as if he were truly family to her, and remained silent for a moment.
"It seems something happened at the blacksmith's shop, and she rushed back to help."
Upon hearing this, Qian Hengduo nodded and exclaimed, "Oh~," as if he had suddenly realized something.
Qiao Pingsheng silently pulled away from Qian Hengduo's hand that was tugging at his sleeve, coughed twice, and said, "Brother Qian, I'm deaf, not blind."
Qian Hengduo chuckled, nonchalantly putting his arm around Qiao Pingsheng's shoulder: "What if, brother?"
"There aren't many people these days who can be as insidious, cunning, and cautious as you when it comes to insulting others. What if the heavens suddenly see through you and you suddenly go blind?"
Shen Shu'an and Xuan Yi: "?"
Shen Shu'an couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Brother Qian, you're right!"
Qiao Pingsheng: "???"
Qiao Pingsheng looked suspiciously at the three who had suddenly burst into laughter, and squinted, saying, "Are you talking badly about me?"
"No, how could that be, brother? I'm just telling the truth."
Qian Hengduo put his arm around Qiao Pingsheng's shoulder like a good buddy, but the words he uttered were so hurtful.
"Hey, Brother Qian, it's been a few days since I last saw you. How come your literary talent has improved so much?"
As they walked out, Shen Shu'an looked at Qian Hengduo and asked him a question.
She had long wondered why Qian Hengduo, who had once baffled her with no clue how to find a solution, had suddenly become so assertive.
"And isn't it rumored that your Peak Ancestor is going to conduct a peak-wide assessment of all disciples of Zhiwei Peak? Brother Qian, your level is that high now?"
Upon hearing Shen Shu'an's question, Qian Hengduo shrugged, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "Sigh, who knows? Once we investigate, it'll be quite something!"
"Sis, tell me, are you right? Brother, tell me, are you right?"
Qian Hengduo sighed as he looked at Shen Shu'an, then shook his head as he looked at Xuan Yi.
Shen Shu'an and Xuan Yi: "?"
Shen Shu'an: "No, are you going to tell me or not?"
What are you doing, leaving it there?
Qian Hengduo tossed his bangs and looked at the two of them with great emotion, saying, "Alas, sister and brother, who would have thought? My great-grandmother was actually the niece of our Ziyang Wenjun back then."
Shen Shuan instantly understood. Oh, so it's related.
She said, "So that's how this kid got into the Holy Bright Sect so easily! It turns out there's a connection!"
Qian Hengduo stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with a melancholy expression.
"My grandson is so fortunate to have achieved what he has today thanks to the blessings and protection of his great-grandmother. No wonder his literary talent is so outstanding that it cannot be hidden; he is just like his great-grandmother!"
As Qian Hengduo spoke, his eyes reddened slightly, filled with deep emotion, and he deeply felt the blessings and protection of his ancestors.
Shen Shu'an, Xuan Yi, and Qiao Pingsheng looked at Qian Hengduo, who had suddenly become sentimental, and asked, "?"
Qiao Pingsheng nudged Xuan Yi silently, "Fellow Daoist Xuan, what's wrong with Brother Qian?"
Xuan Yi opened his mouth, then suddenly remembered that the other person couldn't hear him: "..."
"Um."
Qiao Pingsheng: "???"
"What did you say, Fellow Daoist Xuan?"
Shen Shu'an couldn't take it anymore; she lowered her head and her shoulders trembled silently for a few moments.
Qian Hengduo was still deeply moved; he closed his eyes.
"Thanks to my great-grandmother, under the tutelage of Ziyang Wenjun, she discovered that I have a talent for sophistry, and my literary path has finally embarked on the right track."
Shen Shuan was slightly surprised and gasped, "Hiss!" It seems that Ziyang Wenjun really has a discerning eye and was able to find Qian Di's good points!
Only atop the high platform in the distant plaza, under the watchful eyes of the surrounding powerful figures, did the Divine Lord Ziyang silently weep, masking his inner turmoil: "Good Heng'er, stop talking, or your ancestor might just start composing a poem!"
But, it's too late.
Qian Hengduo sniffed, lowered his head to wipe away his tears, and said to the three of them,
"Today, I would like to compose a poem in honor of my great-grandmother and Ziyang Wenjun, to thank them for guiding my literary path!"
Shen Shu'an, though puzzled, stood at attention silently. "Brother Qian, please!"
Although Brother Qian was once... well, one should look at someone with new eyes after three days of separation. With the guidance of the Divine Lord Ziyang, Brother Qian must have undergone a complete transformation!
Thus, Shen Shuan's eyes were filled with anticipation as she awaited Qian Hengduo's new work.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators also silently pricked up their ears and slowed their pace.
Anyway, I'm just idling around.
Qian Hengduo raised his head slightly and recited: "A Poem Presented to My Great-Grandmother Mo Wenxin and Ziyang Wenjun"
"Literature and literature have trapped me for decades; I've cried to the heavens in desperation."
"No one cares when the sun shines but the night is cold; all this absurdity is in vain."
"Sorrow is hard to bear, each day feels like a year..."
Qian Hengduo choked up slightly as he read the poem.
Shen Shu'an also felt like she needed to pee. She blinked her big eyes nervously at Qian Hengduo.
Seeing this, Xuan Yi silently took out a handkerchief and handed it over. Qiao Pingsheng nodded slightly, feeling a deep sense of empathy.
After calming himself down, Qian Hengduo took a deep breath and said loudly, "Sorrow makes each day feel like a year, but spring is here now."
"Thanks to the blessings of my great-grandfather, and the kindness of Wenjun who taught me how to speak."
"Fortunately, with both literary talent and fortune at their peak, old words have been transformed into new ones."
"I wish to repay the kindness of my great-grandmother Wenjun, and not let this life be in vain."
After reciting the poem, Qian Hengduo's eyes were already red, and then a faint blue scholarly aura flashed across his body.
The entire poem floats in the air, emitting a faint glow, and its literary quality increases by half a foot.
Qian Hengduo was both surprised and delighted as he felt the literary energy within his body. Finally, tears welled up in his eyes, and he closed his eyes and bowed deeply in the direction of Qingcheng.
Shen Shu'an silently took the handkerchief that Xuan Yi handed her and wiped away her tears.
Oh my god, so touching! Qian Di, you really did a great job!
Although this poem isn't the best, it's a huge improvement over Qian Hengduo's earlier work.
Even on the distant high platform, Ziyang Wenjun's eyes flickered slightly, showing a hint of emotion.
This child, this child…
Perhaps it's not that they're incapable, but rather that they've come to their senses late.
After all, they are still related by blood, like master and nephew.
As the thought crossed her mind, Ziyang Wenjun recalled the events of that year, and a long-lost warmth welled up in her heart.
However, looking at the nodding and smiling crowd around him and the moved Shen Shu'an, Qian Hengduo felt embarrassed.
He scratched his head and stepped forward to Shen Shu'an, saying, "Sister, I know you were worried about me too, but you and my older sister don't need to worry about me anymore."
"However, I spent two days revising this poem, and I'm very grateful for the help of my senior brothers and sisters on the peak!"
Recalling his initial statement, "My great-grandmother was very capable, and Wenjun was excellent to me," Qian Hengduo felt guilty and remained silent for a moment, but still straightened his chest.
Those who pursue literature and the Way should not be overly critical of themselves just because their progress is small!
With a heavy heart, Shen Shu'an patted Qian Hengduo on the shoulder, "Brother Qian, no, it's mainly my older sister who's worried about you. I'm not that worried about you!"
Qian Hengduo: "..."
No, sis, can't you just say a few nice things to coax your brother?
Shen Shuan: I have no such obligation.
Seeing Qian Hengduo's expression freeze, Shen Shuan laughed and the three of them continued walking out.
However, on the way, Qiao Pingsheng was a little puzzled. He whispered to Xuan Yi, "Fellow Daoist, this poem is just so-so, why did Sister Shen react so strongly?"
Xuan Yi remained silent for a moment, recalling his past in Qingcheng, and said with mixed feelings, "It's already very good."
Qiao Pingsheng: "?"
"Huh? Fellow Daoist Xuan, I didn't hear you clearly. Could you say it again?"
Xuan Yi: "..."
Can you hear me? Then listen.
Shen Shu'an: "?"
[Ding, 200 points of Xuan Yi's hesitation emotion value have been collected.]
Shen Shu'an: "??"
Shen Shu'an immediately looked up and met Xuan Yi's gaze, her big eyes sparkling.
Are you about to speak? Do you have something to say to me?
Xuan Yi, just say what you have to say, please!
Shen Shuan: (ŐvŐ)
Xuan Yi: "..."
Xuan Yi silently looked away, withdrew his soul fire, and remained silent.
Shen Shu'an: "Q◡Q?"
But perhaps Shen Shu'an's disappointed expression was too obvious, and Xuan Yi remained silent for a moment.
"Shen Shu'an, I..."
"Hey, sis!"
Suddenly, Qian Hengduo came running from not far away, dragging the deaf Qiao Pingsheng along.
"Sis, did you bet on Brother Qiao? I made a lot of money, how about sharing some with you, sis?"
Shen Shu'an looked at Qian Hengduo, then at Xuan Yi, feeling like crying. ┭┮﹏┭┮ Brother Qian, you've come at the worst possible time!
Xuan Yi saw this and suddenly chuckled, his narrow eyes curving slightly as he transmitted his voice, "I'll come to your courtyard tonight to find you."
Shen Shu'an: "?"
Shen Shuan narrowed her eyes and turned her head to look at Xuan Yi.
Oh dear, that's not a good idea. That's a bit... inappropriate!
However, Shen Shuan nodded, relieved that he had finally grown a mouth!
"Mmm-hmm!"
At this moment, Qian Hengduo pulled Qiao Pingsheng forward and asked, "Brother Xuan, Sister, what are you talking about?"
"By the way, where's the eldest sister?"
Shen Shu'an looked at Qian Hengduo, who seemed completely at ease, as if he were truly family to her, and remained silent for a moment.
"It seems something happened at the blacksmith's shop, and she rushed back to help."
Upon hearing this, Qian Hengduo nodded and exclaimed, "Oh~," as if he had suddenly realized something.
Qiao Pingsheng silently pulled away from Qian Hengduo's hand that was tugging at his sleeve, coughed twice, and said, "Brother Qian, I'm deaf, not blind."
Qian Hengduo chuckled, nonchalantly putting his arm around Qiao Pingsheng's shoulder: "What if, brother?"
"There aren't many people these days who can be as insidious, cunning, and cautious as you when it comes to insulting others. What if the heavens suddenly see through you and you suddenly go blind?"
Shen Shu'an and Xuan Yi: "?"
Shen Shu'an couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Brother Qian, you're right!"
Qiao Pingsheng: "???"
Qiao Pingsheng looked suspiciously at the three who had suddenly burst into laughter, and squinted, saying, "Are you talking badly about me?"
"No, how could that be, brother? I'm just telling the truth."
Qian Hengduo put his arm around Qiao Pingsheng's shoulder like a good buddy, but the words he uttered were so hurtful.
"Hey, Brother Qian, it's been a few days since I last saw you. How come your literary talent has improved so much?"
As they walked out, Shen Shu'an looked at Qian Hengduo and asked him a question.
She had long wondered why Qian Hengduo, who had once baffled her with no clue how to find a solution, had suddenly become so assertive.
"And isn't it rumored that your Peak Ancestor is going to conduct a peak-wide assessment of all disciples of Zhiwei Peak? Brother Qian, your level is that high now?"
Upon hearing Shen Shu'an's question, Qian Hengduo shrugged, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "Sigh, who knows? Once we investigate, it'll be quite something!"
"Sis, tell me, are you right? Brother, tell me, are you right?"
Qian Hengduo sighed as he looked at Shen Shu'an, then shook his head as he looked at Xuan Yi.
Shen Shu'an and Xuan Yi: "?"
Shen Shu'an: "No, are you going to tell me or not?"
What are you doing, leaving it there?
Qian Hengduo tossed his bangs and looked at the two of them with great emotion, saying, "Alas, sister and brother, who would have thought? My great-grandmother was actually the niece of our Ziyang Wenjun back then."
Shen Shuan instantly understood. Oh, so it's related.
She said, "So that's how this kid got into the Holy Bright Sect so easily! It turns out there's a connection!"
Qian Hengduo stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with a melancholy expression.
"My grandson is so fortunate to have achieved what he has today thanks to the blessings and protection of his great-grandmother. No wonder his literary talent is so outstanding that it cannot be hidden; he is just like his great-grandmother!"
As Qian Hengduo spoke, his eyes reddened slightly, filled with deep emotion, and he deeply felt the blessings and protection of his ancestors.
Shen Shu'an, Xuan Yi, and Qiao Pingsheng looked at Qian Hengduo, who had suddenly become sentimental, and asked, "?"
Qiao Pingsheng nudged Xuan Yi silently, "Fellow Daoist Xuan, what's wrong with Brother Qian?"
Xuan Yi opened his mouth, then suddenly remembered that the other person couldn't hear him: "..."
"Um."
Qiao Pingsheng: "???"
"What did you say, Fellow Daoist Xuan?"
Shen Shu'an couldn't take it anymore; she lowered her head and her shoulders trembled silently for a few moments.
Qian Hengduo was still deeply moved; he closed his eyes.
"Thanks to my great-grandmother, under the tutelage of Ziyang Wenjun, she discovered that I have a talent for sophistry, and my literary path has finally embarked on the right track."
Shen Shuan was slightly surprised and gasped, "Hiss!" It seems that Ziyang Wenjun really has a discerning eye and was able to find Qian Di's good points!
Only atop the high platform in the distant plaza, under the watchful eyes of the surrounding powerful figures, did the Divine Lord Ziyang silently weep, masking his inner turmoil: "Good Heng'er, stop talking, or your ancestor might just start composing a poem!"
But, it's too late.
Qian Hengduo sniffed, lowered his head to wipe away his tears, and said to the three of them,
"Today, I would like to compose a poem in honor of my great-grandmother and Ziyang Wenjun, to thank them for guiding my literary path!"
Shen Shu'an, though puzzled, stood at attention silently. "Brother Qian, please!"
Although Brother Qian was once... well, one should look at someone with new eyes after three days of separation. With the guidance of the Divine Lord Ziyang, Brother Qian must have undergone a complete transformation!
Thus, Shen Shuan's eyes were filled with anticipation as she awaited Qian Hengduo's new work.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators also silently pricked up their ears and slowed their pace.
Anyway, I'm just idling around.
Qian Hengduo raised his head slightly and recited: "A Poem Presented to My Great-Grandmother Mo Wenxin and Ziyang Wenjun"
"Literature and literature have trapped me for decades; I've cried to the heavens in desperation."
"No one cares when the sun shines but the night is cold; all this absurdity is in vain."
"Sorrow is hard to bear, each day feels like a year..."
Qian Hengduo choked up slightly as he read the poem.
Shen Shu'an also felt like she needed to pee. She blinked her big eyes nervously at Qian Hengduo.
Seeing this, Xuan Yi silently took out a handkerchief and handed it over. Qiao Pingsheng nodded slightly, feeling a deep sense of empathy.
After calming himself down, Qian Hengduo took a deep breath and said loudly, "Sorrow makes each day feel like a year, but spring is here now."
"Thanks to the blessings of my great-grandfather, and the kindness of Wenjun who taught me how to speak."
"Fortunately, with both literary talent and fortune at their peak, old words have been transformed into new ones."
"I wish to repay the kindness of my great-grandmother Wenjun, and not let this life be in vain."
After reciting the poem, Qian Hengduo's eyes were already red, and then a faint blue scholarly aura flashed across his body.
The entire poem floats in the air, emitting a faint glow, and its literary quality increases by half a foot.
Qian Hengduo was both surprised and delighted as he felt the literary energy within his body. Finally, tears welled up in his eyes, and he closed his eyes and bowed deeply in the direction of Qingcheng.
Shen Shu'an silently took the handkerchief that Xuan Yi handed her and wiped away her tears.
Oh my god, so touching! Qian Di, you really did a great job!
Although this poem isn't the best, it's a huge improvement over Qian Hengduo's earlier work.
Even on the distant high platform, Ziyang Wenjun's eyes flickered slightly, showing a hint of emotion.
This child, this child…
Perhaps it's not that they're incapable, but rather that they've come to their senses late.
After all, they are still related by blood, like master and nephew.
As the thought crossed her mind, Ziyang Wenjun recalled the events of that year, and a long-lost warmth welled up in her heart.
However, looking at the nodding and smiling crowd around him and the moved Shen Shu'an, Qian Hengduo felt embarrassed.
He scratched his head and stepped forward to Shen Shu'an, saying, "Sister, I know you were worried about me too, but you and my older sister don't need to worry about me anymore."
"However, I spent two days revising this poem, and I'm very grateful for the help of my senior brothers and sisters on the peak!"
Recalling his initial statement, "My great-grandmother was very capable, and Wenjun was excellent to me," Qian Hengduo felt guilty and remained silent for a moment, but still straightened his chest.
Those who pursue literature and the Way should not be overly critical of themselves just because their progress is small!
With a heavy heart, Shen Shu'an patted Qian Hengduo on the shoulder, "Brother Qian, no, it's mainly my older sister who's worried about you. I'm not that worried about you!"
Qian Hengduo: "..."
No, sis, can't you just say a few nice things to coax your brother?
Shen Shuan: I have no such obligation.
Seeing Qian Hengduo's expression freeze, Shen Shuan laughed and the three of them continued walking out.
However, on the way, Qiao Pingsheng was a little puzzled. He whispered to Xuan Yi, "Fellow Daoist, this poem is just so-so, why did Sister Shen react so strongly?"
Xuan Yi remained silent for a moment, recalling his past in Qingcheng, and said with mixed feelings, "It's already very good."
Qiao Pingsheng: "?"
"Huh? Fellow Daoist Xuan, I didn't hear you clearly. Could you say it again?"
Xuan Yi: "..."
Can you hear me? Then listen.