In the flash of lightning, countless memories surged out, and Chen Shaojun thought of his father and elder brother.
This time at the Bamboo Forest Gathering, Chen Shaojun came not just to recite poems and argue with each other, but because of his father and eldest brother, who were imprisoned due to the dispute between the princes.
Reincarnation without form!
This is the most mysterious spell in the world, and it is also the spell with the highest failure rate, because it gives the practitioner a new life.
It's not about taking possession of one's body, but about peeking into the most mysterious and at the same time the most awe-inspiring law of life in the world.
When a cultivator is reincarnated, he or she will have a new life starting from the fetus.
All the past events and all memories will be dusty and will only be awakened when the right time comes.
According to legend, those who perform formless reincarnation will have a narrow escape from death. From ancient times to the present, no one has ever succeeded. However, if you are lucky enough to succeed, you will be blessed by heaven and earth, blessed by the great road, and randomly given an incredible supernatural power.
Chen Shaojun didn't know what this incredible magical power was, but he knew that in this life he had what he longed for most and lacked most in his previous life:
——Family love!
Chen Shaojun has a father who is as majestic as a mountain, but cares about him very much. He also has a brother who loves him very much. Everyone cares about him with every possible care.
"Jun'er, the correct character should be written like this, one horizontal and one firm, both must be hard and straight, just like a human being..."
"A gentleman takes what he wants and doesn't take what he wants. He should do things with a clear conscience. This is why my father named you 'Jun'! You must keep this in mind!"
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In an instant, countless images came to mind. The first time his father held himself up high, the first time he taught himself to write, the first time he scolded himself, the first time he stayed by his side silently when he was sick.
Three days and three nights at the bedside...
Chen Shaojun will never forget that when he woke up, the tight corners of his father's eyes slowly relaxed. His eyes were black and bloodshot, and he was obviously very tired, but he kept his spirits up and said softly:
"Wake up!"
Father's love is like a mountain, and love is speechless. For the first time in Chen Shaojun's life, he experienced the warmth of family that he had never experienced before. From then on, Chen Shaojun secretly swore in his heart that he would protect his family no matter what.
.Chen Shaojun just hopes that time will go slower and become longer.
However, three months ago, a dramatic change in the palace brought Chen Shaojun to the brink of family ruin.
The fourth prince colluded with the evil cult and plotted a rebellion. He donated a magic weapon to the crown prince and used the magic weapon to backfire and severely injure the prince, causing him to remain comatose to this day.
The eldest brother Chen Zhengche was framed as a member of the Fourth Prince's gang because he helped the Fourth Prince escort things, and was put on death row.
Chen Shaojun watched everything happen but could do nothing. However, all this was far from over. It involved the heir to the throne in this temple.
"A great scholar cannot be punished." In Confucianism, a great Confucian who has made a big mistake will not be put in a prison cell, but will only enter the temple of the three provinces.
Chen Shaojun learned from Jiang Bo that all the great scholars who entered the temples of the three provinces would be expelled as scholars. In the end, almost all of them chose to commit suicide there because they could not bear the humiliation. It was like a thunderbolt.
Chen Shaojun still remembers that after learning the news, he stood in the study room, his fingernails dug deeply into his palms, and blood flowed out without realizing it. He was as confused as a zombie.
For Chen Shaojun, the whole sky collapsed.
Chen Shaojun never believed that his eldest brother, who was loyal to the imperial court, would be a member of the fourth prince's party, and he never believed that his father, who taught him to be an upright man, would be involved.
No matter what, neither my father nor my eldest brother should have ended up like this.
The lips are dead and the teeth are cold!
Are there complete eggs under the overturned nest?
If the Chen family is destroyed, he will never end well!
"Father, don't worry, I will definitely save you no matter what!"
Chen Shaojun put his hands in his sleeves, clenched his fists fiercely, and thought to himself.
"The friendship between gentlemen is like water." My father had a strong personality and had never had many friends in the capital. The serious illness of the crown prince made the entire capital avoid the Chen family.
Chen Shaojun is a fifteen-year-old boy who has no strength to tie a chicken. He is alone, helpless, and almost in despair.
As a last resort, Chen Shaojun came up with the idea of participating in the Bamboo Forest Poetry Festival.
No matter what, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, Chen Shaojun will not give up rescuing his father and eldest brother.
He originally hoped that since everyone was a scholar and came from the same blood, Xie Chuan and the others would find a way to borrow the power of their family to rescue his father and eldest brother, but it backfired.
Whether it was Xie Chuan or others, they tried their best to exclude him. Not to mention agreeing, they didn't even give him a chance to speak. They even added insult to injury and tried their best to humiliate him.
If it were Chen Shaojun in the past, he would have been completely desperate. But after awakening the memory of the fairy world, Chen Shaojun is no longer what he used to be. More importantly, he has found a way to save his father and elder brother on his own.
While Chen Shaojun was thinking secretly.
"snort!"
Xie Chuan sat at the top of the stream and kept his eyes on Chen Shaojun. When he saw the change of expression on Chen Shaojun's face and the old housekeeper hidden behind him, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind and he suddenly sneered:
"Chen Shaojun, was that poem really written by you?"
This sentence came out of the blue and instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"Xie Chuan, what do you mean?"
Chen Shaojun raised his eyebrows and immediately looked over.
"Chen Shaojun, it is obvious to everyone what level you are at. Among us literary people, the better we write poems, the higher our talent will be. Words are born with haze, and it is impossible for anyone who can write poems of this level to be just a mere talent.
Sheng? It's hard even for me to write such a high-level poem. Chen Shaojun, you copied your father's poem and showed it off here, do you really think I can't understand it at all?"
Xie Chuan's eyes were sharp and his expression was extremely determined.
"Your father and eldest brother followed the fourth prince to plot a rebellion, which caused the crown prince's life to be in danger, and you still did such a thing. You Chen family father and son are really the scum of our officialdom and a disgrace to the Confucian and Taoist lineage!"
"In fact, we have already known the purpose of your coming here during this bamboo forest gathering, but you don't have to waste your efforts. I will leave my words here today. Who in the entire capital dares to intercede for your Chen family?
, who is going against all our officials and sons! Chen Shaojun, you should go back and prepare for the funeral of your father and brother!"
Xie Chuan was condescending and looked extremely contemptuous.
"Buzz!"
As soon as Xie Chuan finished speaking, the crowd was instantly in an uproar.
"Ah! I was wondering why he suddenly became so powerful, and his character is called "Yanxia". It turns out he copied it from his father!"
"It's so despicable! I just thought he really had this ability. It turns out he copied it. What a polite scum!"
"The shameless man has ruined the face of our literary scholars. We'd better drive him out as soon as possible!"
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After being reminded by Xie Chuanyi, everyone suddenly understood the cause and effect of the matter, and everyone suddenly "suddenly realized".
"Mr. Xie is right, Chen Shaojun, with your despicable character, you still want to ask us to intercede on behalf of your father and brother. It is simply wishful thinking!"
"No one from us will help you! You should give up!"
Zhou Yuan and Lu Zhi also stood up, stared at Chen Shaojun, and followed him down the well.
"Yes! Yes, we will never agree!"
Others also agreed.
"snort!"
Chen Shaojun took everyone's reactions into consideration. If it were before, he might have been stimulated by these officials' children until his blood surged and his face turned red. But after awakening the memory of the immortal world, with Chen Shaojun's identity as the master of the immortal world, what's the point?
I don't care about this kind of war of words.
All he cares about now is his father.
"Who said I asked you?"
Chen Shaojun's voice was flat, neither high nor low, and suddenly sounded throughout the bamboo forest. Whoa, before the voice fell, everyone was shocked in an instant.
Everyone had said so much before, but Chen Shaojun actually said that he was not here to plead for mercy at all. Everyone seemed to be punched in the air, and everyone felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Aren't you here to plead for your father?"
The young man in Jinyi who was closest to Chen Shaojun said with a surprised look on his face.
"Have I spoken?"
Chen Shaojun immediately glanced over with a raised eyebrow. With just one glance, the young man in brocade clothes who usually feared nothing and dared to say anything felt suffocated and was speechless.
Chen Shaojun was only fifteen years old, a little younger than him, and he was still dressed in commoner clothes, but his eyes were very stern, and he had a kind of power that people of this age did not have, and he was immediately restrained.
"Master."
Behind Chen Shaojun, beside the dense bamboo forest, the old housekeeper of the Chen family dressed in green called out, a look of worry flashed in his eyes.
"Uncle Jiang, don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
Chen Shaojun comforted him with a calm expression. The old housekeeper opened his lips and was speechless.
"Xie Chuan!"
Chen Shaojun's eyes were stern, and he quickly turned to look at Xie Chuan above the stream:
"I really think highly of you. I didn't expect that you are so broad-minded and magnanimous. You can't compare with me, so you just say that I copy poems. It turns out that the Xie family is just like that. In addition, the Crown Prince is blessed by the real dragon, and the blessings are endless. You can open your mouth and keep your mouth shut.
The crown prince’s life is in danger, what’s your intention?”
"Chen Shaojun, don't talk nonsense!"
Hearing these words, Xie Chuan's expression changed drastically.
The matter of the crown prince is now causing a storm in the city, and it is extremely sensitive. If such words are spread, I am afraid that the Xie family will be used by someone with intentions, and will be included in the chaos, which will bring an unreasonable disaster to the entire family!
Chen Shaojun calmed down Xie Chuan immediately and did not say anything more to him. He turned his eyes and immediately looked at the other young scholars who agreed with Xie Chuan:
"As for you, you have to be good at parroting. It's not that I look down on you, but just based on your level, let alone poetry, you can't even answer the simplest pair!"
"Be bold!"
"Chen Shaojun, you are too presumptuous and crazy!"
"Chen Shaojun, your father is just a small minister of household affairs. Who among us has a higher status than you? How dare you be so arrogant in front of us!"
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One after another, the young scholars were indignant at the public sentiment stirred up by Chen Shaojun's words, and started scolding each other. When writing poetry, you must first learn to do it right. Doing it right is the simplest knowledge.
Anyone who can participate in this Liushangqushui and Bamboo Forest Poetry Meeting can write a few poems casually. Chen Shaojun actually said that they can't even answer the most basic pairs. It is simply unreasonable!
"Humph, what happened to the Minister of Hubu? Do you look down on the Minister of Hubu? Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, everything is not over yet. Who can say who will be strong or weak in the future?"
Chen Shaojun looked proud and showed no fear:
"Since I was a child, I have been thorny in the deep grass, but now I am gradually aware of the basil. At that time, people did not recognize the Lingyun tree, and waited until the Lingyun began to rise! Our Chen family will never ask for help from others. Uncle Jiang, let's go!"
After Chen Shaojun recited this sentence, he suddenly grabbed the rat-whisker pen, scrawled a few words on the rice paper, threw it on the ground, turned around and left.
Everyone on both sides of the stream was suffocated by Chen Shaojun's sharp and unstoppable momentum. No one dared to intercept them. They watched helplessly as the two men turned around and disappeared outside the bamboo forest.
At the top of the stream, Xie Chuan stared at the direction Chen Shaojun left, clenching his fists with a look of reluctance on his face.
It was quiet on both sides of the stream. I don't know how long it took. A young man remembered that Chen Shaojun wrote a few words before leaving. His heart moved. He suddenly left the table and walked to Chen Shaojun's seat. He squatted down and carefully picked up Chen Shaojun's throw.
I just glanced at the rice paper on the ground, and my eyes suddenly lit up:
"Look, Chen Shaojun has left a pair here!"
"What!"
The conversation attracted everyone to leave the table and gathered next to Chen Shaojun's seat. Countless eyes focused on the thin piece of rice paper.
The thin rice paper actually had a lot of haze again, and it was thicker than before, and even a little golden.
At this moment, in the depths of the bamboo forest that no one knew, a sharp gaze looked at everything that happened, showing an intriguing smile.