Twenty young scholars, along with twice the number of servants and more than a dozen singers, rode in dozens of carriages, singing and dancing along the way out of the capital.
Qin Di sat alone in the carriage, facing the spring breeze, facing the morning sun, watching the peach blossoms bloom, and the bees fly around. He felt relaxed and at ease.
At this time, there was no longer a trace of anxiety in his heart. Everything was so natural.
It was spring, and everything was growing. The grass was soft, and the trees were green. Everything was so beautiful.
The word 'spring', in terms of oracle bone inscriptions, also meant 'tun'. In the middle, there was a 'tun' character. The top part sprouted, and the bottom part took root. It was the image of plants bursting out of the soil. Therefore, spring was the best time to practice wood-based cultivation techniques.
Although it was the mortal world and there was no rich spiritual energy, as long as there were green trees and grass, there would be innate wood spiritual energy.
Qin Di sat quietly with his eyes half-closed. His nostrils flared as he slowly absorbed the surrounding wood spiritual energy. He felt that although the wood spiritual energy was very thin, it contained vitality. It was more lively than the Grotto-Heaven World, and seemed to be more spiritual.
From time to time, he heard the laughter of his fellow Hanlin. It seemed that someone had written another poem.
Then, the singers opened their throats and sang with their beautiful voices.
The songs came one after another, making the hearts of the accompanying people fly.
Someone shouted, "Write it down, write it down! This poem is very beautiful! It should be printed into a book and distributed to the world! "
About two hours later, someone came to Qin Di's carriage and asked, "Mr. He Zhu, it's your turn to write a poem!"
Qin Di smiled and shook his head. "I am not knowledgeable. How can I write a poem?"
The person shouted, "That won't do. Everyone has to take turns. If you don't write, the activity can't continue."
"Do I really have to write? Can't I not write? "
"You must write! Everyone's waiting! "
"But I really can't write it!"
"You can just recite a few lines and join in the fun."
"Won't it be recorded and embarrass our Southwest Region?"
"This … I'm not sure. So, Mr. He Zhu, please show me what you've got."
Qin Di really couldn't refuse, so he thought for a while and decided to copy a poem to deal with official business, so he recited in a deep voice, "How late is the spring sun, the east wind blows the crepe myrtle. Zi Gui was worried, Yang Liu was filled with hatred. There was no news from God, and the immortals were gone forever. The water is long and the sky is long, and every step brings longing. "
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a few people exclaiming in admiration, "Good poem! Mr. He Zhu, this poem of yours has both the elegance of a wandering immortal poem and the sentiments of a young man and woman. It should be composed and sung, recorded, and published in the world! "
Qin Di responded casually, and soon, a singer started singing.
Everyone applauded, "I didn't expect there to be such a talent in the southwest region. Mr. He Zhu is amazing!"
With a smile on his face, Qin Di stood up and cupped his hands at everyone. Then, he sat down again and continued to absorb the lively Wood Spirit Qi in the air.
When they reached the wilderness, everyone set up tents on the plains, lit a bonfire, and continued to sing and recite poems.
Qin Di didn't recite poems, nor did he sing. Instead, he took over the job of roasting meat from a servant. He casually grabbed a handful of low-grade spirit herbs and sprinkled them on the meat. Instantly, the air was filled with a special fragrance that attracted the people reciting poems.
"Eh? Mr. He Zhu knows how to roast meat? "
"What kind of spice did you sprinkle? How come I've never smelled it before? "
Qin Di smiled, "This is a type of 'Spirit Aroma Grass' from my hometown. I didn't bring much, so I'll let everyone have a taste."
"This smell is too fragrant. Oh, I can't hold it in anymore. When will it be done?"
"Almost done! It will be done very soon! "
In a short while, a five catty piece of roasted beef was done, and it was immediately snatched away by everyone.
These scholars had also forgotten to maintain their elegant image, and when they started fighting, their hats were all crooked.
After eating a piece, these people became even more frenzied. They surrounded the stove and stared at it, waiting for the second piece to come out.
Fortunately, Qin Di roasted very quickly. In a short while, he had roasted thirty to forty catties.
It didn't take long to roast the meat. As long as the internal temperature was maintained at 110 degrees Celsius, it would be done in one minute. The slightly bloodstained beef was tender and tasty.
After eating, these people became very excited. They sang and recited poems until midnight. In the end, they hugged their favorite singers and went to sleep.
Qin Di didn't want to listen to the noisy and joyful voices, so he hid in the Grotto-Heaven World and continued to learn fire-forging from Shi Babao.
The next morning, the young Jinshi who came out of the Hanlin Academy woke up early. They didn't expect that they would still be in high spirits after a night of torment. Their faces were rosy, and there weren't even dark circles under their eyes. Thinking back, they knew that roasted meat was good food. So, they urged the servants to buy more.
Qin Di also became very popular. From time to time, people would come to ask for advice and exchange poems. There were also singers who came to join in the fun. They surrounded the carriage and refused to leave.
Qin Di had no choice but to take out a small jar of low-level spirit herb powder. He said, "This is the Lingxiang Grass I brought from my hometown. There's only this much left. I'll give it to you all. Take it and roast the meat. Use it sparingly, or there won't be any left!"
So, with a whoosh, those people all ran away with the jar! No one came to ask any more questions.
Nhat Hanh wandered outside. He first went east from the capital, passed through the Peach Blossom Stream, and arrived at the Pu Mountain. Looking at the green trees on the mountain, Qin Di was delighted. He unconsciously sped up the rhythm of the Heaven Devouring Script. Strands of Innate Wood Spiritual Qi were swallowed into his stomach and stored in the Yin Yang Two Qi Bottle.
Although it was only a strand of Innate Wood Spiritual Qi, the Wood Spiritual Qi had its own unique characteristics.
Qin Di found that if he only collected the Wood Spiritual Qi from the spirit herbs, the Wood Spiritual Qi would be too weak. This was especially true for spirit herbs that were cultivated by humans. The Wood Spiritual Qi lacked tenacity and could not represent all of the Wood Spiritual Qi.
Among the five elements, the Wood Spiritual Qi had both Yin Wood and Yang Wood. It had both Yin and Yang attributes. Therefore, it had the tenderness of "Orchid Dew, Like Weeping Eyes, Nothing Is United, Fireworks Can Not Be Cut". It also had the tenacity of "If you want to know the loftiness of the pine, wait until the snow melts".
The Wood Spiritual Qi he collected from the field was more tenacious and unyielding. Therefore, it had the attribute of Yang Wood. It was especially precious.
Half a month later, those people used up the spirit herb powder in the jar and came to Qin Di again.
Qin Di shook his head and said, "I don't have anymore. I said I don't have anymore! How could I have brought so many things from such a long distance? "
After that, those people became disappointed again and lost the energy to sing poems.
It was not until a few days later that they came back to their senses and continued to sing poems. However, they gradually drifted away from Qin Di. It seemed that they had lost face because they asked for the spices.
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