Chapter 1290 - Chapter 1290: The ancient secret (1) (1/2)
Chapter 1290: The ancient secret (1)
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“Bai Ji, do you want to enter the stupa?”
Xu Qi ‘an led the little mare and stopped at the memorial Arch at the foot of the mountain. He tied the little mare to a pillar and asked the little white fox for its opinion.
“I’m not going! The Empress said that I’ve come out this time to gain experience and broaden my horizons.” The little white Fox’s tender voice sounded serious.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Xu Qi ‘an’s mind.
He wondered what kind of sparks would be created if he were to put it together with the little boy.
It would be beaten up badly … Xu Qian said.
“Is your Empress beautiful?”
Xu Qi ‘an helped the princess down from her horse.
“It’s so beautiful.” Bai Ji called out in her soft voice.
Xu Qi ‘an noticed that mu nanzhi was giving him a cold side glance.
You don’t really have nothing in the world … The corner of his mouth twitched.
The two people and one fox left the little mare at the foot of the mountain and walked up the steps. Qingyun mountain was full of lush vegetation. Even in such a cold winter, they could see large patches of green.
Xu Qi ‘an saw that she was enjoying the scenery along the way with great interest and said, ”
“The flowers, grass, and trees here have been nourished by the righteousness Qi all year round. They are different from the plants outside and have undergone some changes. Even in the winter …”
“Do I need you to explain?” mu nanzhi interrupted her coldly.
……. I almost forgot that you are the reincarnation of the flower God! Xu Qi ‘an immediately shut up.
With mu nanzhi’s level, she would probably have seen through it at first glance.
Xu Qi ‘an had never mentioned her identity as the reincarnation of the flower God, pretending that she didn’t know.
Mu nanzhi also pretended that he did not know.
The two of them had a very high level of tacit understanding, as if they were an old couple who had lived together for many years. They lived a life that did not need much communication, and they could understand each other.
Not long after, they arrived at the Academy along the mountain steps. Xu Qi ‘an first went to visit the three great Confucians, who were his nominal teachers.
The three great scholars were entertaining Xu Qi ‘an in a quiet and elegant attic.
“Ningyan, long time no see. How have you been?”
Zhang Shen, Xu Xinian’s teacher, greeted him with a smile before turning to mu nanzhi. “This is …”
“This is my fiancée.” Xu Qi ‘an introduced.
The three great scholars all had a surprised expression on their faces. Even mu nanzhi turned her face sideways and stared at Xu Qi ‘an in shock.
Mu nanzhi quickly put her hands together and started to fight back.
“I’m a monk. Benefactor Xu, don’t speak nonsense and ruin my reputation.”
The little white fox squatted on the coffee table and raised her little face to look at her.
aunt, how can a monk have a good reputation? you should be saying, don’t ruin this poor nun’s cultivation.
Mu nanzhi hit her head with the back of her hand, her embarrassment turning into anger.
“You know so much.
“Do you want me to set up a stage for you and let you perform for three days and three nights?”
Bai Ji was young, and she was in a state of having half a bucket of water clattering, so she had a strong desire to show off. It had embarrassed mu nanzhi more than once or twice, even though it did not realize it.
Seeing the four men staring at her, mu nanzhi felt a little embarrassed and got up to leave angrily.
“Aunty, wait for me …”
The little white fox jumped off the table in a hurry and wagged its furry tail like a kitten abandoned by its owner, chasing after him anxiously.
Xu Qi ‘an watched the man and the Fox leave. He shook his head and sighed.
I’m. married woman with a bad temper. I’m about the same age as my aunt … AI, please forgive me, teachers.”
And married?
She’s still too young to be his mother?
There seemed to be something more in the eyes of the three great scholars when they looked at Xu Qi ‘an.
“I’ve come to visit the three teachers this time to ask for a few pieces of the ‘absolute command’ spell.”
Xu Qi ‘an rubbed his hands, feeling embarrassed for his white silk.
The reason why he wanted the three great scholars ‘spiritual spells instead of Zhao Shou’s was that he could withstand the backlash of the fourth stage’ absolute command’.
Director Zhao Shou was at the peak of the third stage, only one step away from the true ” great scholar ” realm. Xu Qi ‘an could not withstand the backlash of this level of spiritual spell.
“Magic!”
“I see!”
“It’s not a problem, it’s not a problem!”
The three great Confucians showed kind and friendly smiles one after another. They also rubbed their hands and said, ”
“Has Ning Yan made any new works recently?”
“No, I didn’t!” Xu Qi ‘an shook his head regretfully and wanted to explain.
Unexpectedly, the three great Confucians instantly put away their kind and friendly smiles and revealed an expression of “we’ve met by chance” and said, ”
“The spells of the scholarly faction are not taught to outsiders. Xu yinluo, please go back. Don’t make things difficult for us.”
This … This was Xu yinluo? It’s too real, you guys just want to read my poems for nothing … Xu Qi ‘an complained in his heart, but he immediately felt that he didn’t have the right to criticize others.
“I’m suddenly filled with literary thoughts,” he muttered to himself.
The eyes of the three great Confucians suddenly brightened. They straightened their backs and adopted a listening and serious posture.
Xu Qi ‘an said slowly, ”
“On this day last year, the human face and peach blossom reflected each other in this sect.”
Seven … The three great Confucians listened attentively and chewed on the first two sentences in their hearts.
These two lines of the poem highlighted the deep impression of reminiscence, clear to ‘today’. The second half of the sentence, human face and peach blossom, let the three great Confucians know that what he was going to write was related to love.
As talented scholars, their ability to appreciate and analyze poems was extremely strong.
He judged that this poem should follow the path of artistic conception and emotion, different from the “floating moonlight dusk.”