Pei Zi Yun clinked his cup with High Scholar Fu's. Chen Jin Chun and Yu Guang Mao knew that Pei Zi Yun was talented, and thus did not approach him.
At this point, Shen Zhi walked over to Pei Zi Yun's table with two servants. One of them was holding a wine pot, while the other was holding a brush, ink, and paper.
Shen Zhi poured a cup of wine and accompanied Pei Zi Yun's table. He then smiled at Pei Zi Yun and said, "Shen Zhi has long heard of Top Scorer's talent. Since I'm able to meet you today, I have a presumptuous request. I would like to ask Top Scorer to compose a poem for me, so that I can witness his prowess."
Pei Zi Yun was chatting with High Scholar Fu, Chen Jin Chun and Yu Guang Mao. Seeing that Shen Zhi had come to invite him, no one was surprised. Pei Zi Yun had always been talented, and had even won the title of Top Scorer. These few days, his essays had been published, and it was indeed very interesting.
Originally, Shi Lin still had some opinions. Once the book was published, even if some people were not satisfied, they could not say it out loud. Everyone had the ability to judge. It was possible to misrepresent a deer as a horse, but you had to have the authority to do so. Ordinary Elementary Scholars and High Scholars would only be looked down upon by others.
Pei Zi Yun looked up and saw Wei Ang standing beside Shen Zhi. When he saw Pei Zi Yun looking over, he winked at Pei Zi Yun, giving him a signal. Pei Zi Yun then realized that Wei Ang was giving his junior brother a chance to spread his fame.
This was exactly what he wanted. Pei Zi Yun stood up and smiled, "Composing a poem is a small matter. However, it is not right for Mister Shen to invite me to compose a poem empty-handed. If Mister Shen is willing to serve me three cups of wine, I shall compose a poem."
Shen Zhi was also a famous scholar, and was famous for a period of time. Asking Shen Zhi to serve him wine was a little too much. At this point, everyone was unhappy. Even Wei Ang, who had instructed Shen Zhi to ask him to compose a poem, was taken aback.
When Pei Zi Yun saw Shen Zhi's invitation, he had a plan. To be famous, he had to be talented. He would not be a High Scholar in the future, so he did not have to worry about being famous. There was no need to be humble. Shen Zhi was also a famous scholar. If he were to serve him wine, it would mean that he was better than Shen Zhi. As long as he could compose a poem, he would be famous, and the first step would be accomplished.
Everyone was silent. Those who were close to him, such as High Scholar Fu, Chen Jin Chun and Yu Guang Mao, were worried. If he were to compose a poem, it would mean that he was famous. If he were to compose a poem, it would mean that he was famous. However, if he were to compose a poem, it would mean that he was a scholar. If he were not, it would be.
Although Shen Zhi was only an Elementary Scholar, he had followed Ji Bei Hou for a long time. With a wave of his brush, he had generals following him. Who would dare to treat him as an Elementary Scholar?
Scholar Shen Yun Shen Wu Yun Tian Scholar, and Scholar Yu Wu Shen Yun Jin Lian Scholar. Yun Shen Shen Yun Xian Yang Yang Chen Wang Not Lian Scholar. Yun Yang Yang Yun Yun Yun Yang.
A servant then brought the wine over. Shen Zhi took the wine and poured it into three cups. He then carried the tray with both hands.
Those who were close to him, such as High Scholar Fu, Chen Jin Chun and Yu Guang Mao, were worried. If he were to compose a poem, it would mean that he was famous. If he were to compose a poem, it would mean that he was famous.
Pei Zi Yun took the bottle of wine and drank three cups in a row. He then felt a surge of heat in his stomach as he shouted, "Good wine, bring me a brush."
Behind Shen Zhi, a servant brought over a brush, ink and paper. Pei Zi Yun picked up an empty table and placed it on the table. Wei Ang then took the ink and said, "Brother Pei, it looks like you are going to compose a poem. Let me grind the ink."
Wei Ang then took the ink and started grinding it gently. When he was done, Wei Ang then pushed the ink aside and looked at Pei Zi Yun with interest. Pei Zi Yun took the brush and started writing, "Pour in the wine."
"Do you not see, the Yellow River flows from the heavens to the sea, never to return?
Do you not see, the bright mirror in the sky grieves with white hair, like fine black hair in the morning, like snow in the evening.
Do you not see, the golden goblet is empty to the moon. "
There was a Yellow River in this world as well, and it was a famous river. Pei Zi Yun used Li Bai's famous Pour in the Wine.
Every time Pei Zi Yun wrote a sentence, Wei Ang would read it out loud. After just three sentences, everyone's faces changed. The hundreds of people present were all listening intently, and the entire hall was silent.
"Master, why do you say that you are short of money, you can drink it.
A five-flower horse, a coat of a thousand gold, I will give it to you in exchange for good wine. Together, we will share the sorrow of eternity. "
As soon as this sentence was read out, the entire hall fell silent. Wei Ang, Shen Zhi, High Scholar Fu, Chen Jin Chun and Yu Guang Mao all looked at Pei Zi Yun in disbelief.
Shen Zhi carried the cup of wine and sighed, "Initially, when Top Scorer Fu asked me to pour three cups of wine, I wanted to watch him make a fool of himself. Who knew that today I would realize that you are a genius. You are like an immortal from the heavens, and an immeasurable sea!"
"I shall punish myself by drinking three cups." As soon as he finished speaking, he downed the wine in his cup and said, "I've read your essays, you are indeed a genius. Since you've entered a Daoist sect, you might as well return to the secular world. In the future, you will definitely be able to pass the examinations."
Pei Zi Yun then said, "Life is short, and we have to pass the examinations day and night. The reason I became a High Scholar was to comfort my family. Now that my family is safe and sound, I wish to roam the four seas and live a carefree life."
When Shen Zhi heard this, his eyes gleamed as he watched Pei Zi Yun leave. He then exhaled deeply and turned around, "What a pity."
Fu Mansion
Although the streets were quiet, and most of the lights in the houses had been extinguished, some of the bigger houses still had their lanterns lit up. After the banquet ended, everyone returned to their own homes. Although most of them were drunk, many of them were still thinking about drinking more wine.
When High Scholar Fu returned home, he saw a lantern hanging on the main door. When he saw the ox-cart returning home, he walked forward to welcome him, "Master is back?"
"Help young master Pei in, and give him some soup to sober him up."
Pei Zi Yun had composed this poem, and it shocked everyone present. Whether it was out of respect, jealousy, or hatred, everyone came forward to toast him. Even though he had cultivated his inner strength, he could only return home drunk.
High Scholar Fu still had some semblance of sobriety as he instructed.
As he spoke, he walked along the corridor and entered a building. He saw that Yu Yun Jun had already returned to her courtyard, and her room was lit by candles. High Scholar Fu sighed and pushed the door open.
Yu Yun Jun was writing her poem, and the little girl Chu Xia had already fallen asleep on the bed. Hearing the door open, Yu Yun Jun raised her head and smiled, "So it's brother-in-law."
"Yun Jun, take a look at this poem." High Scholar Fu said as he handed the poem over to her. Yu Yun Jun was somewhat surprised. All these years, although she had been living in Fu Mansion, her brother-in-law had never visited her at night in order to avoid arousing suspicion. This time, he had made an exception. She took the poem and read it under the candlelight.
"Good poem!" She then turned around, her eyes lit up, "Whose poem is this?"
High Scholar Fu then said, "This is your disciple's poem today. You've never seen the scene before. Hundreds of High Scholars and scholars were all stunned speechless. It was a sight to behold."
"Wei Ang even took the Ruyi scepter that Ji Bei Hou had given him and gave it to your disciple."
"This was an exception, but nobody objected to it. Even Shen Zhi didn't object." As he spoke, High Scholar Fu exhaled deeply, "This disciple's talent is not inferior to that person's. No wonder you were moved to accept him as your disciple."
Hearing High Scholar Fu's words, Yu Yun Jun's hands trembled.
"That person!" There was a hidden meaning behind these words, and she understood. At that point, a young man appeared in front of her eyes. It was clear and blurry at the same time. These two were childhood sweethearts, and were even engaged to each other. But they were not fated to be together.
Yu Yun Jun seemed to be smiling, yet not smiling. She looked like she was crying, yet not crying. She then carefully read the poem. She was about to drink, and her cup never stopped. She sang a song with High Scholar Fu. As she read the poem, she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Ai, the same talent, the same youth." High Scholar Fu looked at the lantern light and said softly.
Yu Yun Jun was speechless. Originally, she was only in charge of observing and looking for potential disciples. She would then be introduced to the sect by the Sect Elders. However, in the end, she had accepted Pei Zi Yun as her disciple.
"Looking at this disciple, it's like seeing him in the past. He doesn't look like him, but his talent and expression are very similar."
"So, this is how I feel?"
Hou Mansion
Deep into the night, the candlelight flickered. A Japanese Samurai knelt down in front of Shen Zhi. Shen Zhi was no longer as agitated as before. He was busy writing a letter and sealing it.
Shen Zhi then handed the letter over to the Japanese Samurai and said, "Go back to the previous location and pass this letter to the person in charge. Tell them to follow the instructions on the letter."
The lights in the room weren't very bright. The candlelight flickered, causing the room to be dark and gloomy.
"Hai, Mister Shen, don't worry." Hearing this reply from the Japanese Samurai, his expression was unreadable. He then kowtowed once before turning around and pushing the door open.
Outside the door, there were also three Fusang samurai following behind. The Hou fu had opened a back door, and there were already four horses waiting outside the door. The Fusang samurai led the other three samurai to mount the horses and galloped quickly, disappearing into the night.
The night breeze was blowing, bringing with it the smell of the sea. The waves slapped against the shore, and a small boat was anchored by the shore. Several Japanese Samurai were standing on the boat, with a Japanese Samurai leading them. Several Ronins stood beside him, wielding swords and looking around cautiously.
At this point, the sound of horses galloping could be heard. The few Ronins drew their swords and approached the boat. Under the light of the torch, a Japanese Samurai led the other three men on horseback.
Seeing this Japanese Samurai, the Samurai on the boat gestured for him to keep his swords and disembark from the boat.
Seeing this person, the Japanese Samurai didn't speak much. He took out a letter and said, "This is what Mister Shen wants you to do. I hope you will do it as soon as possible."
The Samurai on the boat received the letter and started reading it. When he was done, he burned the letter with a poker face and turned around, "Hai, tell Mister Shen not to worry. I will cooperate."
"Hai, please." The Japanese Samurai bowed as he spoke.
The Samurai on the boat didn't speak much as he boarded the boat. With a wave of his hand, the boat sailed away with the wind.
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