Chapter 1 Flowing the Qushui, Bamboo Garden Poetry Society
"Master, no!——"
An earth-shattering roar resounded through the void. Chen Shaojun's eyes were red, and his eyes were about to burst as he looked at the scene in front of him.
"Disciple, Master can no longer protect you. From now on, we are separated from the world, so take care of yourself!..."
The wind was surging and the purple fire was blazing. In the famous Beidou Hall in the fairy world, the tall figure with white hair was flying. He looked at himself with a smile of relief on his face. Then, wisps of golden light emanated from his body like threads.
The body of the famous Daluo Immortal in the Immortal World first turned pale, then turned livid, and finally fell into endless ice.
Boom, a golden thunder flashed, and everything went away in an instant. At the last glance, Chen Shaojun saw his master's reluctance, nostalgia, and determination in his eyes.
"Master!——"
Chen Shaojun suddenly woke up, and let out a heart-rending shout in his heart. With this shout, countless pictures burst out in his mind, and Chen Shaojun finally opened up the memory that had been sealed for fifteen years.
Chen Shaojun is still Chen Shaojun, but fifteen years ago, he was a disciple of the most prominent Beidou Immortal Sect in the immortal world. Although he was the youngest, he was the most favored among the sect.
In all the worlds, Beidou is the most respected!
This speaks of the power of the Beidou Immortal Sect.
Chen Shaojun’s master, Beidou Immortal, is the most admired Immortal among the billions of immortals in the entire immortal world. He has the supreme power. And each of the seven true disciples of Beidou Immortal Sect is amazing and talented, and is the leader of countless sects in the immortal world.
The enviable "Heaven's Proud One"!
Their strength is extraordinary and holy, shocking the three realms!
However, no one expected that a dispute over the head of the sect would lead to the rebellion between master and disciple, causing tragedy in the sect. Chen Shaojun and his master Beidou Xianzun died together in this sect's upheaval.
"First senior brother, second senior brother, third senior brother..., master treats you with great kindness. He treats each of you as his own son. He teaches all martial arts with all his heart. How did you manage to kill him?——"
Chen Shaojun's whole body trembled with anger.
Fifteen years!
He finally woke up to the sealed memory. Thinking of the last moment when the master used all his strength to perform "no form reincarnation" and left the chance of rebirth to himself, Chen Shaojun was heartbroken with grief.
"Once a teacher, always a father." Chen Shaojun was an orphan. He was brought into the fairy world by his master when he was a child and joined the Beidou Immortal Sect. The master cared for him and cultivated him with great care.
Deep down in his heart, Chen Shaojun has always regarded his master as his closest person, just like his father. For Chen Shaojun, Beidou Immortal Sect is his home.
But he never thought that the senior brothers whom he respected like brothers would actually kill his master.
At that moment, Chen Shaojun's heart was as sharp as a knife, and the whole world was in despair.
"Master, don't worry. I, Chen Shaojun, swear to heaven that even if I risk my life, even if my soul is gone, I will definitely return to the fairy world and save you!!"
"This oath can be learned from heaven and earth, and witnessed by ghosts and gods!!"
…
Chen Shaojun roared in his heart and could not calm down for a long time. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
I don’t know how long has passed——
"Ding!"
Suddenly, there was a crash of cups and plates, accompanied by the faint sound of oscillating water, which suddenly reached my ears.
"Chen Shaojun, it's your turn!"
A voice urged unceremoniously.
Chen Shaojun's originally dull figure suddenly trembled, and his pair of dark pupils shrank sharply. After a moment, he finally woke up from the violent memories. When he opened his eyes, Chen Shaojun saw a winding shape about four feet in front of him.
The stream is fast but crystal clear.
On both sides of the stream, there are lush forests and bamboos. A group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old young men dressed as scholars and with high airs sit cross-legged on both sides. Beside them are stacks of scriptures, or sets of guqins, chessboards, and other instruments.
Or place fine pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Between the seats, there are simple incense burners in the shape of a crane and a tiger's mouth.
In the incense burner, the smoke curls up and lingers, creating a fresh and ancient fragrance.
Chen Shaojun was thin, wearing a simple cloth, and was sitting on a simple straw mat. Compared with the other young men in the banquet, who were brightly dressed, with brocade clothes and jade belts, and kneeling on embroidered mats, he was dwarfed by them, looking out of place and shabby.
Endless.
Even his seat was arranged at the end of the Huixing Stream where people could easily ignore it, deliberately keeping a long distance from other young masters around him.
All this shows that Chen Shaojun's family background is not wealthy, and he was deeply ostracized and disliked in this gathering.
However, despite this, Chen Shaojun was neatly dressed and upright, as if a pine tree had taken root there, and his demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant.
Drinking water and gathering in the bamboo forest!
A thought flashed through his mind, and Chen Shaojun suddenly reacted.
Everything is a thing of the past!
Time has passed, and now he is no longer the Immortal Weapon Lord of the Beidou Immortal Sect fifteen years ago, but an ordinary young man with no power in the Shang Dynasty in the human world.
Separated from each other, these are two completely different worlds.
Immortals are high above the world and pursue immortality; martial arts in the mortal world are prosperous and the dynasty is respected.
The Great Shang Dynasty was founded for more than 800 years and had millions of troops. It was the most powerful country on the Qinghai continent. It single-handedly suppressed ghosts, barbarians, monsters, and countless monsters.
Here martial arts flourished and culture prospered.
Chen Shaojun's father was Chen Zongxi, the Minister of Household Affairs of Dashang. Chen Shaojun belonged to the literary and military lineage.
In Dashang, when winter is approaching every year, all the civil servants' children will gather in the lush forests and bamboos to hold poetry gatherings and show off their talents. This has become a custom in the Dashang Dynasty. However, Chen Shaojun appeared here.
, but not for fame, but for another purpose...
"snort!"
Just when Chen Shaojun was deep in thought, a cold snort suddenly came from far away. At the end of the lush forest and bamboos, at the top of the stream, a tall young man with a jade crown and snow clothes, who looked like he had a lot of status, was sitting on his knees.
Frost patterns scratch the brocade mat.
Beside him was a phoenix-patterned jiaoweiqin, and in his left hand he held a volume of "The Analects of Confucius" and read it without even glancing at Chen Shaojun:
"Chen Shaojun, you have already had two rounds of drinking. If you can't do it, leave voluntarily. Don't waste time and disturb everyone's enjoyment. Don't you have this kind of consciousness?"
His words were very impatient and seemed very rude.
Chen Shaojun turned his head and recognized it at a glance. It was Xie Chuan, the son of Xie Mingyuan, the Minister of Civil Affairs.
Different from others, although he is also a literary student, Xie Chuan has a special aura about him. When he was reading, on the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand, countless dark "fluorescence" floated out like stars.
It's very strange to have life.
"Crown of Light!"
Chen Shaojun's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of something.
This is an era when all things are revealed.
In ancient times, a very long time ago, the Great Way collapsed. After that, the Great Way condensed and condensed into a stream of light between heaven and earth, something like the corona of the sun, blending with the creatures in the three realms, which is called
Crown of light.
Among the three realms, only those who are uniquely blessed by nature and have profound blessings can obtain this special crown of light.
The crown of light contains the power of the great avenue, and each crown of light corresponds to a special ability.
And the crown of glory that Xie Chuan possesses is the "firefly sac illuminating the book".
Once night falls, when Xie Chuan picks up the scriptures, this corona of light will turn into a dense mass of countless dark "fluorescent lights" all over Xie Chuan's body, illuminating the scriptures and helping Xie Chuan improve his intelligence and comprehension, and understand the words of the sages in the scriptures.
.
This crown of light made Xie Chuan different from ordinary people since he was a child. He could read at the age of three and was proficient in literature at the age of six.
In this world, all the ways are manifested, and the scholars' talents are condensed in their bodies, and they have talents.
Talents are calculated in ascending order from low to high, and ten liters are equal to one dou, which is the so-called "eight dou of talent".
The higher the talent, the higher the literary accomplishment, the greater the knowledge, and the more respected one is.
Even if he has reached a certain level of literary and Taoist cultivation, he is like the master of Confucius, possessing the power of speaking and following the law.
Although Xie Chuan is only one year older than him, he is already extremely talented and arrogant to his peers. He is also a literary leader among the younger generation in the capital.
However, Xie Chuan has never liked Chen Shaojun very much.
Chen Shaojun's father, Chen Zongxi, had a strong and upright character. From the king to the ministers, he had impeached many people and offended many people. Xie Chuan's father was one of them.
Therefore, whenever Xie Chuan gets a chance, he will try every means to embarrass himself and suppress himself.
At this gathering, he ordered me to sit at the end of the table and keep a long distance from other people.
"Hahaha, the young master thinks too highly of him. If he really has this consciousness, he will not come uninvited. Chen Shaojun, your Chen family is also a scholarly family, isn't this too thick-skinned? If I were you,
They won’t come at all.”
"Chen Shaojun, your father is also a great scholar after all. You are already fifteen years old, your talent is less than one level, and you can't even write a poem. Isn't it shameful to tell it?"
As soon as Xie Chuan's voice fell, two young scholars on the left and right who seemed to be very close to Xie Chuan stood up and made sarcastic remarks.
"Young Master Zhou and Young Master Lu are both literary men, so why do you need to embarrass him? Brother Chen stayed up late last night to read, and today he came so early to participate in our Bamboo Forest Poetry Recital. It's understandable that he can't do it. I'll wait for a while.
Time, enough rest, naturally he will burst into witty remarks for everyone to feast their eyes on. After all, Brother Chen is nicknamed Wolong, don’t you think so, Brother Chen?"
Not far away, another young scholar seemed to be speaking for Chen Shaojun, but as soon as the word "Wolong" came out of his mouth, all the scholars in the entire assembly burst into laughter:
"Hahaha, Wolong? I think he's a sleepyhead, right?"
"Still staying up all night to read? Yesterday in class, he was made to stand by his master, and he fell asleep even while standing. He was also dozing off while he was doing poetry. Does he look like that kind of person?"
"Hehe, the people of Ziju School only have this ability, but they are also called disciples of Confucius!"
…
Chen Shaojun took in everyone's reactions and looked calm and unmoved, as if they were talking about another person.
Human relations are like drinking water, and one knows whether one is warm or cold. They are mocking themselves like this just to anger him and drive him out of the Bamboo Forest Meeting. If it were his former self, he might actually leave the meeting in anger and leave in humiliation.
, but he is completely different now than before.
If he was a pearl covered in dust before, now, this pearl has revealed its true colors.
What's more important is——
In addition to refining weapons, he is the number one talent in the immortal world!
His body straightened slightly, and Chen Shaojun naturally exuded an elegant and elegant temperament, like snow and pine.
"Who said I can't write poetry?"
Chen Shaojun suddenly spoke in front of everyone.
This rebuttal came out of the blue, and for a moment, the entire gathering fell into silence. Everyone looked at Chen Shaojun in silence. Obviously, no one expected that Chen Shaojun, who had always been timid, would actually say such rebuttal in public.
Chen Shaojun smiled calmly, and under the surprised gazes of everyone, he suddenly leaned over and picked up the narrow strip of snow paper from the floating wooden tray.
This precious snow-covered paper, which is as frosty as snow and well-known throughout the capital, has only one simple word, "Chrysanthemum". Looking at this word, Chen Shaojun smiled:
"It's not that I can't do it, it's just that I don't bother to do it. The theme of each year is the four gentlemen in this article, plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo. There is no change year after year. Since I am writing poetry, and the competition is talent, then naturally
It should be difficult, Xie Chuan, are you right to say this?"
In the last sentence, Chen Shaojun's target is directly at Xie Chuan.
As soon as the words fell, the crowd burst into shocking laughter:
"Hahaha, this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life! Chen Shaojun can compose poetry, and he said it must be difficult? Let's talk about it if you can do it!"
"Chen Shaojun, what kind of virtue do we not know about you? Before you make a fool of yourself, you'd better admit your mistake to us and leave quickly!"
…
A famous scholar looked at Chen Shaojun, his eyes full of sarcasm.
"Oh, Chen Shaojun, you should be moderate even if you don't overestimate your capabilities. Although I don't know what you think, but since you want to humiliate yourself, then I will help you. Tell me, what difficulty method do you want?"
Above the stream, Xie Chuan smiled lightly, slowly put down the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand, and said casually.
Chen Shaojun smiled, Xie Chuan's attitude was completely what he expected.
"It's very simple. The title remains the same. Within half a cup of tea, we compose poems at the same time, but the word "chrysanthemum" cannot appear in the poems! How about it?"
Chen Shaojun smiled lightly and looked calm:
"Of course, Xie Chuan, if you are afraid, I won't force you. Just pretend I didn't say this. After drinking this glass of wine, I will leave on my own."
After saying that, Chen Shaojun picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it all suddenly, then got up from the table and turned around to leave.
"Wait a minute!"
Seeing this scene, a sullen look flashed in Xie Chuan's eyes:
"Chen Shaojun, when did I say I wouldn't agree?"
"Oh, so Mr. Xie agreed?"
Chen Shaojun turned around.
"Humph, I can promise you!"
Xie Chuan's expression was slightly cold. With his status, he would naturally disdain to compete with a mediocre person whose talent had not even improved. However, since he was so ignorant of praise and challenged him in front of everyone, he didn't mind fighting hard.
Teach him a lesson:
"But Chen Shaojun, if you lose, I want you to withdraw from the Bamboo Forest Gathering immediately and never participate in any such gathering. In addition..., if you fail, you must admit in front of everyone that the Ziju School is inferior.
Our son Zhang School!"
At the end of the sentence, an imperceptible smile suddenly appeared on Xie Chuan's lips. There are many schools of Confucianism. At that time, Confucius had seventy-two disciples. These disciples were passed down from generation to generation, giving rise to Zi Zhang's Confucianism, Zi Si's Confucianism, and Yan's Confucianism.
and many other Confucian schools.
Each family considers itself orthodox and advocates different ideas and doctrines.
Although Confucianism is modest in nature, competition is fierce when it comes to schools and Confucian orthodoxy. Among them, the academic dispute between the Zizhang School, to which Xie Chuan's father belongs, and the Ziju School, to which Chen Shaojun's father belongs, is the most intense.
fierce.
Xie Chuan targets Chen Shaojun everywhere, which is also related to this.
For people in Confucianism and Taoism, the dispute between schools is even more important than life.
Chen Shaojun was taught by his father, so he was naturally from the Ziju school. If Chen Shaojun said that Ziju school was inferior to Zizhang school, it would mean that Zizhang school had completely surpassed Ziju school.
——This is something that even his father has not done.
What's more important is that although Chen Shaojun presented a lot of problems, Xie Chuan didn't believe that he could do it.
Xie Chuan originally thought that Chen Shaojun would think for a long time, but unexpectedly, Chen Shaojun's reply was much faster than he expected.
"good!"
Chen Shaojun said with confidence.
As soon as the voice fell, everyone was in an uproar. Xie Chuan's eyelids twitched fiercely, as if someone had stabbed him with a needle.
Seeing the serious look on Chen Shaojun's face, not only Xie Chuan, but also all the officials and officials in Liushangqushui and the Bamboo Forest Assembly were stunned.
No one expected that Chen Shaojun would take the initiative to challenge Xie Chuan, and he actually meant it.
Is this really the same Chen Shaojun they knew?
"Hahaha, Chen Shaojun, you are asking for humiliation. Let me see how you challenge Mr. Xie!"
Zhou Yuan suddenly shouted, and with one sentence, everyone burst into laughter.
Chen Shaojun smiled and did not argue. He straightened his body, took the inconspicuous rat-whisker pen on the side, dipped it in ink, and spread out the rice paper at hand with one hand.
"Oh, I am impatient, careless, and just trying to please others."
Xie Chuan smiled and didn't take it seriously. He took the rice paper and the gold brocade and white beard pen next to him, rested his chin slightly with one hand, and began to think.
Good poems are the result of hard work and painstaking efforts. No matter what Chen Shaojun put into it, he couldn't write any good poems just because he didn't think much about it and was ready to write on paper so quickly.
However, just when Xie Chuan lowered his head and was about to concentrate on thinking about his poem, suddenly, something unexpected happened.
"Boom!"
Without any warning, the crowd suddenly went into an uproar. Even Zhou Yuan and Lu Zhi beside Xie Chuan didn't know why they suddenly stood up. Everyone looked in one direction with shock on their faces.
"Quick! Look there!"
"Chen Shaojun, haze actually appeared on Chen Shaojun's paper!"
"How could such a thing be possible? Am I dazzled? How could he do it?!"
"The writing creates an image, the writing creates an image! There is actually someone in our poetry meeting this time who can write an image!!"
…
Xie Chuan was startled and raised his head suddenly. Across the entire stream, he saw Chen Shaojun sitting upright with his body upright. In his hand, an inconspicuous rat-whisker pen was dancing like dragons and phoenixes, and the pen was like a snake. It was very powerful.
A flavor.
But this is not Xie Chuan's focus.
"impossible!!"
Following everyone's gaze, Xie Chuan fell on Chen Shaojun's paper. He saw that on the three-foot-square rice paper, following Chen Shaojun's strokes, a brilliant wisp of haze slowly rose up, lingering and getting closer and closer.
The more you gather.
"Words create haze!"
A sudden thought flashed through Xie Chuan's mind, and his eyes widened suddenly.
Heaven and earth are endowed with literary spirit. Whenever there are exquisite poems and articles appearing in the world, heaven and earth will react. Depending on the article, different phenomena will appear based on the grade of the poem to prove the extraordinaryness of the article.
This is called article manifestation.
The appearance of articles is divided into five levels. From high to bottom, they are the arrival of saints, the appearance of ghosts and gods, the writing of heaven and earth, the writing of candles in the sky and the people, and the writing of images. Each of these five levels is extremely difficult to achieve. Among Confucianism and Taoism, only writing is the most accomplished.
Only talented people can do it.
The words are born with haze, which is the highest state in the first stage of writing and forming images!
Xie Chuan has been hailed as a child prodigy since he was a child. He is already full of talents at a young age. However, only when he occasionally gets inspiration and his articles and poems are sublimated, can he start writing and reach the first level. However, only
Just a little bit of light.
But Chen Shaojun’s words actually gave rise to haze!
The comparison between the two is like the fluorescent light compared to the bright moon.
"'Zi Sheng Yanxia' is something that even a talented person would have a hard time achieving, let alone me. How could this bastard do it?"
At this moment, Xie Chuan was completely shocked and could no longer remain calm.
However, on the other side of the stream, Chen Shaojun was completely unaware. At this moment, everyone on both sides of the stream, except Xie Chuan, stood up. Everyone was shocked by the haze on the paper.
Chen Shaojun was totally forgetful. His pen moved faster and faster, and the haze grew more and more and rose higher and higher. By the time the last word was written, Chen Shaojun's three-foot rice paper was already covered with haze.
"There are no flowers in bloom."
"Standing proudly, Hanqiu has endless aspirations."
"I'd rather die with the fragrance on my branches!"
"Never blown away by the north wind!"
…
Chen Shaojun finally finished his writing, and the sonorous and powerful voice sounded throughout the bamboo forest. The breeze blew, as if the four lines of poetry were blown into everyone's hearts.
At that moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Shaojun, and their eyes were full of disbelief. In the crowd, they saw Chen Shaojun dressed in hunting robes, proud and proud, with an otherworldly aura about him.
Dead silence!
The entire Bamboo Garden was completely silent!
At this moment, everyone was shocked and dumbfounded!
At this moment, the most shocking thing was Xie Chuan at the head of the stream.
"Impossible, how could this mediocre guy actually write a poem of this level and quality!"
Xie Chuan looked calm on the surface, but his heart was filled with turmoil.
Having been in contact with Chen Shaojun so many times, Xie Chuan knew very well how much he weighed. In every gathering, Chen Shaojun was mediocre and had no sense of existence.
Who would have thought that he would have such a sharp edge and amazing talent? One chrysanthemum chant, four lines of poetry, the style, pattern, and artistic conception are all top-notch choices.
There are poems about Bamboo Forest every year, and thousands of them have been circulated, but in terms of artistic conception and quality, none of them can compare with Chen Shaojun.
Even Xie Chuan had to admit that this poem had reached a level that many scholars could look up to.
"Xie Chuan, what did you say?"
Chen Shaojun's sleeves were flicking, his eyes were like lightning, and he stood out from the crowd, arrogantly commanding the whole audience.
Xie Chuan's face suddenly turned extremely pale, as if someone had slapped him hard on the face.
He thought of the beginning, but never thought of the ending.
At this moment, there was an invisible pressure in the void. Even time seemed to have stopped. You could hear a needle drop. Even Zhou Yuan and Lu Zhi, the biggest supporters of Xie Chuan, were speechless. Chen Shaojun’s talent
It’s just one in a million, it’s just because I was blinded by reincarnation.
Now that the luster has been washed away and the brilliance is restored, how could a poem fail to impress him?
"Master!"
Just when Xie Chuan was most embarrassed, under the cover of the bamboo forest, no one noticed that a skinny finger stretched out from behind Chen Shaojun, tapped him gently, and reminded:
"...It's time to talk about that matter."
The sound was as thin as a mosquito and could not be heard. However, when it fell in Chen Shaojun's ears at this time, it was like a thunderous explosion. Chen Shaojun was shocked and suddenly came back to his senses.