Qianji Yuge returned to the palace with a somewhat complicated mood.
She naturally believed in Yan Chu, but Yan Chu also had too many secrets hidden in him, and she could not take responsibility for the bloody storm that her father said might start.
With an anxious mood, Qianji Yuge returned to Yan Chu.
Yan Chu was eating peanuts. When he saw Qianji Yuge coming back with an ugly face, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Yu, what's wrong with you? Is your aunt here?"
Qianji Yuge asked in confusion: "My aunt? When did she come?"
"Of course I have to ask you," Yan Chu coughed twice, "Just stop drinking and drink more hot water these two days."
Qianji Yuge calmed down for a long time before he understood what Yan Chu meant, and immediately said angrily: "It's not what you think!"
"Then why do you look so ugly?"
"Hey, stop asking!"
Since Qianji Yuge didn't want to talk, Yan Chu didn't bother to ask, nor did he want to use the Eye of the Great Dao to investigate.
Although the Eye of the Dao is a golden finger given to Yan Chu by the system, Yan Chu believes that the golden finger can only be used to deal with enemies, and he will not use the Eye of the Dao to treat friends.
Unless you can't help it.
At this time, the banquet was in its second half, the troupe came off the stage, and the guests began to mingle in small groups.
Xuanyuan Potian held the wine glass, and his ancestor Gongsun Yi came to Yan Chu's side and said to Yan Chu respectfully:
"Master Yan, I was in Chutian County last time and didn't have time to talk to you. I wonder if Master Yan is free tonight?"
Yan Chu politely refused: "Lord Xuanyuan City, the Tianluo Conference starts tomorrow. I still want to return to my disciples and encourage them."
"It should, it should. Anyway, the Thunder Sect is in Chutian County. We have a long way to go. If Head Yan needs me for anything in the future, just ask." Xuanyuan Potian said without hesitation.
"Thank you very much, Master Xuanyuan City." Yan Chu took the initiative to clink glasses with Xuanyuan Potian and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing Yan Chu giving face like this, Xuanyuan Potian's anxious heart immediately relaxed.
In his heart, the number one sect in Chutian County is no longer Fenglei Palace, but Jinglei Sect!
According to his understanding, the Thunder Sect had just been established not long ago. Although the strength of the disciples in the sect was not as good as those of the truly powerful sects, the strength of Guang Yanchu alone was enough to kill the sixth and seventh grade sects instantly!
Such a strong person must be cured of!
Gongsun Yi also came to Yan Chu at this time and said to Yan Chu: "Xiao Chu, my son and others didn't respect you enough just now. I, the father, will first make amends to you!"
The guests who were quietly paying attention to Yan Chu opened their eyes wide when they heard that Gongsun Yi actually apologized to Yan Chu.
At first, some people suspected that Yan Chu was Gongsun Yi's illegitimate son, but now it seems that is definitely not the case!
How can I apologize to my son
Yan Chu and Gongsun Yi are clearly of equal or even higher status!
Who is this Yan Chu? !
Yan Chu shook his head and said quickly: "Mr. Gongsun, please stop saying that."
"No more talk, no more talk, it's all in the wine!" Gongsun Yi said cheerfully.
After a glass of turbid wine, Gongsun Yi became more interested and quietly asked Yan Chu:
"Xiao Chu, you are so good at painting, how about writing poetry?"
When Yan Chu heard this, he showed his signature smile and stretched out two fingers: "A little bit."
Gongsun Yi slapped his thigh: "How about Xiao Chu singing a song to open everyone's eyes?"
On the surface, the guests were chatting about their own affairs, but in fact they were all quietly paying attention to Yan Chu. When Gongsun Yi said that Yan Chu wanted to recite poems, they unconsciously closed their mouths.
"Beixu, what do you think of this Yan Chu?"
Yan Ce, the leader of Yuxu Sect, asked with interest while holding the wine glass.
Yan Beixu glanced at Yan Chu with disgust: "He's just a wild man from a mountain village. Dad, do you think he looks like a scholar?"
"Don't judge a book by its cover," Yan Ce educated him, "Xiao was defeated miserably just now. What should you learn?"
"That's what dad taught me."
Although Yan Beixu admitted defeat, he still looked at Yan Chu with such disdain.
At this time, Qianji Haocang also came back. He learned from Gongsun Tonghai that Yan Chu was going to write a poem, and he also showed interest.
I saw Yan Chu holding a wine bottle, drinking three glasses alone, and suddenly smiled:
"This poem is called "The Road Is Difficult"!"
"Is it difficult to travel? It sounds like it means something."
"I don't have much education, so walking means walking, right? I am a powerful person in the Nascent Soul Realm. I can go to heaven with my eyes closed. What's so difficult about just walking?"
"If you don't read enough, read more. Traveling doesn't just mean walking, it may refer to our path of spiritual cultivation!"
"Shut up, everyone, Master Yan is going to recite poetry!"
Yan Chu put down his wine glass and spoke slowly.
"A bottle of clear wine costs ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate worth ten thousand dollars worth of delicacies. I can't eat when I stop the cup and throw chopsticks. I draw my sword and look around at a loss."
"If you want to cross the ice-blocked Yellow River, you will climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When you are free, you will go fishing on the Bixi River, and suddenly you will be riding a boat and dreaming of the sun."
“The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and the paths are many and divergent, but now I am at peace.”
At this point, Yan Chu suddenly stopped.
Everyone's expressions were a little uncomfortable.
It's not because Yan Chu's poems are not good enough, on the contrary, this poem is extremely well written!
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
Fourteen simple words made everyone feel insignificant and even have a deep sense of powerlessness.
This poem... is too depressing.
The whole poem seems to be describing the protagonist's unrecognized talent, how many setbacks he has encountered in life, and lamenting the difficulty of life.
If this poem only ends here, it still feels a bit meaningless. Everyone feels depressed in their hearts, as if they are holding their breath.
At this moment, Yan Chu suddenly dropped the wine glass, pulled out the sword from Qianji Yuge's waist, and pointed at the sun in the sky!
"There will be times when there are strong winds and waves... I will hang my sails directly across the sea!!"
In the hall, everyone was silent for half a minute.
Yan Chu's voice seemed to reverberate in everyone's hearts, which was endlessly memorable.
"What a poem!"
Gongsun Yi was so excited that he even gasped.
He has lived for thousands of years and has never seen such a good poem!
Especially the last two lines of the poem are extremely smooth and unrestrained, and there really is something fairy-tale in them!
After listening to Yan Chu's poems, everyone felt extremely happy, as if they were riding a big ship sailing freely in the endless sea!
Yan Chu, who pointed his sword at the sun, grinned.
Can the poems of the poet Li Bai be without the spirit of immortality
As promised in advance, it was not me who took the initiative to show off, but Gongsun Yi who took the initiative!
Qianji Haocang looked at Yan Chu's figure and muttered to himself: "If this kid is not a member of the demon clan, he will definitely be the pillar of our Dongze Divine Kingdom in the future!"
"Beixu."
Yan Ce sighed deeply and whispered to Yan Beixu:
"Although you don't have to play in this Tianluo Conference, my father still wants to tell you not to conflict with Yan Chu."
(End of chapter)