Chapter 18: Taking a girl shopping.
The core rule of this thing called poetry was the use of leveling and slanting.
As long as this remained unchanged, even in a different world, the poems Xu Qi'an had saved from his nine years of compulsory education would still be useful.
Xu Qi'an glanced at him and raised his chin, "There is a bird in the sky, a worm on the ground. The bird swoops down, the worm reincarnates."
"Pfft ...." Xu Ling Yue covered her mouth and laughed lightly. But when Xu Qi'an glared hard at her, she lowered her head with a slightly reddened face.
.... Too venomous, right, I want to hit him so badly. The corner of Xu Qi An's mouth twitched, this was a poem written by the original owner when she was ten years old, and the one who enlightened the three siblings of the Xu family (Xu Lingyue was still a tadpole at the time) back then was the aunt's father, that Xiu Cai's maternal grandfather.
Once, the Xiu Cai maternal grandfather quizzed them on their poetry, and so this ghostly poem was born.
The aunt mocked; "Ning Yan, it's not that I don't think highly of you, but the old Xu family only produced one scholarly son, Nian'er. Your uncle and nephew's characters are like worms crawling."
"You can't even write well, and you're still making poems." The aunt bristled, rolling her eyes in a gesture that looked charming.
The second uncle was a bit embarrassed, coughing: "Ning Banquet ah, the matter of the readers, let's not get involved, today's holiday, we masters and masters in the yard to help?"
The implication is that you kid do not blindly join in the fun, you do not understand the matter of the readers, their own disgrace also dragged my son was daughter-in-law mockery.
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds twilight." Xu Qi'an faintly said.
The aunt rolled her eyes and lowered her head to drink congee.
Second Uncle Xu, on the other hand, wiped the grease stains on the corners of his infant daughter's mouth.
Xu New Year, however, frowned; on its own, it was impossible to hear anything, but it was already surprising that Xu Qi'an could write such a neat seven-character stanza.
"The north wind blows snow on geese."
Xu New Year froze for a moment, and in his mind, images came to life.
Xu Lingyue raised her head, her soulful beautiful eyes looking at her cousin in surprise.
Xu Qi'an lowered his head to drink congee, not saying anything.
"What about back there? What about back there?" Xu New Year eagerly pursued the question, which felt like listening to a storyteller tell a story in a teahouse. When he reached the exciting part, he suddenly slapped the shocking wood: to know what will happen afterward, please listen to the next chapter's explanation.
It makes people so angry that they want to hit others.
"I don't know how to write poetry." Xu Qi'an lightly glanced at his aunt, he just felt that she was particularly dignified and beautiful today, and there was absolutely no hint of wanting her to apologize in it.
The aunt stared at her large khazlan eyes, turning her head to ask her son, "Is this poem good?"
Xu Lingyue softly said, "It's very meaningful!"
Her reading was limited, but she could hear that the opening two lines were excellent seven-character lines.
Seeing his daughter and son in such an attitude, Xu Pingzhi was startled, staring unblinkingly at Xu Qi'an with both consternation and anticipation in his eyes.
"Mo worry about the road ahead, and who in the world doesn't know you!" Xu Qi'an chewed on a doughnut and threw out the latter two lines.
Snap... The chopsticks in Xu Erlang's hand fell onto the table.
"Mo worry about the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know a gentleman ...." He murmured, immersed in the mood and unable to extricate himself.
Xu Lingyue's delicate body trembled, and goosebumps rose on the backs of her hands.
Xu Pingzhi grinned, "Damn it, why does it sound creepy."
The aunt was unconvinced in her heart, but agreed with her husband's words.
Herein lies the power of poetry, a kind of mind-blowing shock, even for those who do not know how to write poetry and do not understand the laws of leveling and slanting, reading a masterpiece that has been passed down to the world, one would still have an uncontrollable numbness of the scalp.
This feeling, when Xu Qi'an used to study, he was often shocked by a heirloom masterpiece in his language textbook.
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun twilight, the north wind blowing geese and snow in droves, no worries about the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know a gentleman."
Xu New Year couldn't help but stand up, his face surged with two flushes of excitement, which made the already clear and outstanding him look more and more .... Delicate and charming.
It is actually such a masterpiece!
Although he is not good at the way of poetry, but as a reader, who does not aspire to the bucket of poetry, hear good poetry and good words, will not be able to resist hitting the rhythm and singing, blood boiling.
"You .... When will you make poems?" Xu New Year's gaze was dead on Xu Qi'an, his eyes were bright, shocked, and puzzled.
"When did I say that I don't know how to write poetry?" Xu Qi'an let out a laugh, "A poem made during enlightenment can represent the present? I have always been quite talented in poetry, I just don't show it."
"So it turns out that Ning Yan is the reading seed of our Xu family," Second Uncle Xu was overjoyed, his eyes beaming, "I should have known that I would have let you study in the first place, and resigned from practicing martial arts."
Auntie was unconvinced, opened her mouth but couldn't say a strong rebuttal.
No, in that case, I can't write, Lao Er Wu is not .... Xu Qi'an knows that the original owner is a school dregs, reading is purely a waste of time, not as good as dropping out of school to move bricks at the construction site kind.
Xu New Year is not practicing martial arts material, expect a tender skin cream boy jerking iron? I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that.
"But ah, this is a poem written by Ning Banquet, listen to it even if you have heard it, resignation, you must not take it for yourself, not a reader." Second Uncle Xu said.
Xu New Year gave a 'heh', not bothering to respond to his father, he was that kind of person? Turning to Xu Qi'an, he said, "Lend me this poem, I will explain that the person who composed it is you."
The person who composed the poem is me .... Xu Qi'an nodded slightly, "Go ahead and take it to pretend .... Manifestation of Sainthood in front of people."
The matter of the reader, of course, is to manifest sainthood before people.
This poem was originally intended to be sent to Xu New Year to be used to make connections, who the signature was, he didn't really care.
It wasn't like he was mixing with the Confucians, poetry didn't really do much for him, which was why he hadn't used poetry to manifest himself in front of people in a month.
The environment did not allow it.
Staying with a group of sword and gun dancers all day long, reciting poems for them to listen to was not as good as teaching them to sing the lasso pole han.
"What about the name of the poem?" Xu New Year asked.
..... I forgot. Xu Qi'an's face stiffened, "This poem was inspired by my feelings, there is no name, you will think about it."
......
After breakfast, Xu New Year took his father's favorite horse from the backyard and hurried away. Uncle and nephew sparred in the yard, point blank.
"Not bad, your stance has improved again, the only way to go further is to step into the qi practicing realm, it's just that qi needs the interplay of heaven and earth to be born." Uncle Xu took the sweat towel handed over by his servant and wiped his cheeks, "In addition to the medicinal baths, an expert of the God Refining Realm must also open the Heavenly Gate for you. Otherwise, you won't be able to step into the Qi Practicing Realm for the rest of your life."
The God Refining Realm was the seventh rank in the martial pathway.
"What are you trying to say, Second Uncle?" Xu Qi'an wiped his sweat.
"I was born and died in the Battle of Mountains and Seas, and that's how I amassed my battle merit in exchange for the military experts opening the Heavenly Gate for me to step into the Qi Practicing Realm." Uncle Xu sighed, "The second year after I returned home, there was a new year."
"Nowadays, the world is still peaceful, you don't even have the chance to accumulate war merit, how can you practice qi? If you don't practice qi, won't you become a family?"
"Ning Banquet, Second Uncle is getting old, and his only wish is to see you get a wife and have children so that I can be worthy of your dead father."
"Take a step and see." Xu Qi'an said perfunctorily.
Aside from accumulating credits, there were other methods of promotion, and that was smashing money.
Medicinal prescriptions and masters could all be solved with silver.
Chivalry was forbidden by martial arts, so the imperial court strictly controlled the number of martial artists, explicitly stating that experts at the Refined Spirit realm were not allowed to open Heaven's Gate for anyone in private, and if they wanted to do so for their family's heirs, they would need to report it to the officials.
However, nowadays, the bureaucratic culture of Dafeng was extremely poor, corrupt officials were rampant, and the majesty of the imperial court was weakening, even if they did not dare to disobey the law openly, there were still quite a number of God Refining Realm experts who would look for people to trade with on the black market.
Xu Qi'an's efforts to make money were based on the idea of replacing merit with silver.
Otherwise, stuck at the Essence Refining Realm, what's the point of having this iron rod?
The aunt led a pair of daughters over and stood under the eaves of the veranda, calling out, "Master, the warmth of the sun is melting, why don't you take Suzume and Suzuki out for a stroll."
Second Uncle Xu frowned, "I have something to do."
"Isn't this day off from work."
"I have a date with a colleague for a drink and will be leaving later. Otherwise, let Ning Yan take them out to play."
Girls from scholarly families were usually kept in deep chambers, unable to go out and shop at will.
The Xu family was a family of military generals, and didn't have so many harsh family teachings.
Xu Qi'an looked back and just happened to bump into the clear and bright gaze of the two-eighths girl, who was blue in face value, pursed her lips, somewhat introverted and shy, and slightly bowed her head.
"It just so happens that I have nothing to do." Xu Qi'an nodded.
Thinking back, in my last life, I took a sixteen year old girl out shopping, or eighteen year old "Golden Years", of course, at that time, the girl couldn't even be compared to Xu Lingyue.
PS: Thanks to the "falling star" big brother's allies, plus more after the shelves.
