He called Li Yuanfeng and asked for Qingzhu's communication method. The other party said that he was organizing the next batch of contacts and asked him to wait for two days.
Wen Rensheng agreed.
He remembered that Aihandeb also told an embarrassing story about "Qingzhu". He wanted to get to know a certain great writer, but it turned out to be a mess, which made him laugh for hundreds of years.
Things are really changing now, and it's time for others to laugh at it.
Two days later, Wen Rensheng and a group of contemporary ancient literature masters entered the bamboo forest in the valley again.
There are still literati everywhere, and their poems are fascinating.
Fortunately, this time, there are no limericks like last time. They are all serious poems and even songs.
"White, white, white, white all over, white to the depths of nature..."
It's really serious...
After listening to the poems written by these people one by one, Wen Rensheng discovered that based on the skills of many poems, they were actually no worse than those famous poems in his previous life.
After all, these people are the elite among the elite. After rigorous and scientific training, how could the ancients have such an environment? They all learned from the teacher themselves, and then relied on their talent, hard work, and environmental encounters to finally come up with several famous articles.
Poetry.
However, it is precisely because of this that the connotation and artistic conception of these poems always seem a bit fake and lack real emotion.
After all, it is difficult for this group of people to have that kind of real experience.
Wen Rensheng thought for a while, and he didn't know how to communicate with Mr. Qingzhu. After all, they didn't meet him last time. He just carried a poem by Zheng Banqiao, and then he was sent to a room to choose a prize.
But last time I took away two doors from someone else’s house, I wonder if I’ll see you again this time?
Sure enough, this time, seven or eight people disappeared into the valley one after another because of the poems. When they came back, their eyes were shining, and they were holding either scrolls or books in their hands.
There was only one weird one who took a broom.
Slightly inferior to him.
However, Wen Rensheng also carried a poem this time, but was not summoned for a long time.
"Hey, this brother's poems are so beautiful, why weren't they chosen by Mr. Qingzhu?" Someone next to him asked strangely.
"Yeah, I thought that my brother should be the first one to be selected, but I didn't expect that he didn't get selected. It's such a pity (happiness), what a pity (happiness)." Another person said insincerely, and the wrinkles on his face almost made him laugh.
There are flowers.
Literati have been indifferent to each other since ancient times.
Others were also shaking their heads, as if they were sorry that Wen Rensheng's masterpiece was not in the eyes of noble people.
Wen Rensheng thought for a while and had no choice but to use his ultimate move.
He found a scroll and started painting.
Of course, the content has nothing to do with the toilet incident. He would not expose other people's scars. That kind of thing is too tasteless.
Not to mention, if you don't do it well, you will be silenced.
He just painted a picture of "Bamboo Blossoms".
Before he was halfway through the painting, he disappeared.
"Ah, this painting is very ordinary, far worse than that poem. How come I still see him?" one person said in surprise.
"I remembered that this Mr. Qingzhu is tired of luxurious and gorgeous poems, and also likes folk tunes." Someone thought he was smart.
"I see, then let me compose another ditty."
Suddenly, another pile of limericks appeared...
In the same bamboo house as last time.
The room was still empty, and many of the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls were missing.
"If you have any questions, just tell me." It was the same voice as last time, but it seemed a little sulky.
"Oh, I'm here to ask for help on behalf of a close friend of yours." Wen Rensheng then told the story of Aihandeb.
"I don't recognize it." The voice denied directly.
No wonder Ahandeb didn't come directly to ask for help. He had known he would have refused.
Wen Rensheng sighed in his heart, even he was a little embarrassed.
"How can you save it?"
The voice fell silent.
Wen Rensheng also fell silent.
"I won't save it. The conditions you can provide are nothing more than poems and songs as a remedy. These things are just the fun of my life. I will not use fun to squander my origin."
Wen Rensheng understood. He didn't force it anymore, so he nodded, "Okay, I understand."
"Hey, won't you stop begging?"
"In my life, I will only exchange things of equal value and never ask for help."
"Very good, very literate. But if you are such a person, why did you take away my door last time?"
"Because your threshold is the most expensive thing here."
"Oh, you do have good taste."
The two then talked for a while, which was just about romance. Wen Rensheng was quite clear about these things, after all, where was the background.
At the end of the conversation, the green bamboo said, "Although I can't save it, I can show you another way."
"Please give me some advice."
"There is a kind of spring pool that can heal the origin of existences like ours. It will be born in every new world. If you can find it, there is hope." Qingzhu then said.
"Then how to find it?" Wen Rensheng asked next.
"I can only describe its characteristics. As for how to find it, it's up to you. It is very round, spurting upward from the center, and can produce nine water waves of different heights."
"Thank you sir for your advice."
Wen Rensheng then left the bamboo house.
…………
Wen Rensheng returned to his home.
"How's it going? Is there any result?" Ahandeb hurriedly popped up and asked.
Wen Rensheng explained the results of the communication.
"It's true. Actually, I don't have much hope. In our existence, we have no friends, let alone so-called rescue, just like..."
"It's like Jupiter and Saturn. If one of them is broken, the other one won't save it." Wen Rensheng teased.
"Well, almost."
"Oh, it actually pointed out a way..." Wen Rensheng told the story about the spring pool again.
"Well, I've heard of this too. It just needs the right time, place and people to appear." Aihandeb was a little pleased.
"Speak more clearly."
"The weather is when everything is shrouded in mystery; the geographical location is where the largest number of people gather; and the harmony of people is when the minds of all creatures are most aligned." Ahandeb said carefully.
When Wen Rensheng heard this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"I understand, I will find a way to find it."
"Well, you go ahead."
Afterwards, the two lost contact, and Wen Rensheng immediately asked Shi Shi to blackmail Ahande.
This old liar is lying to himself again!
It's been such a big circle.
In fact, when Wen Rensheng heard about the "origin", he felt something was not right.
Using the origin of his own world to save a monster from a mysterious world might be something that others would do, but how could he be willing to do it?
He's not a fool. He keeps it for himself. Doesn't it smell good?
Now it seems that Qingzhu must have been blackmailed by Aihandeb, so he made such a big deal.
As for why it was applied to me, it is obviously because I have enough ability to achieve this.
Unfortunately, Alhandeb's only flaw is that he underestimates his own wisdom.
Alas, my intelligence is too high, and I can easily identify this kind of trap.
The last time I was deceived was in my previous life. At that time, I was too down-to-earth and too easy to trust others.
