amaotonovel Chapter 309 "Ode to a Humble Abode"
Chapter 309 "Ode to a Humble Abode"
Chapter 309 "Ode to a Humble Abode"
The poisonous cloud, like the end of the world, slowly moved towards the tiger demon tribe. This scene caused Bian Wenqing and the tiger demon's expressions to change drastically.
Even Bian Wenqing hadn't expected that the poisonous cloud he had painstakingly created would spread towards this place.
boom!
The poisonous cloud moved slowly, finally reaching the top of the tiger demon tribe, where it burst open, and the poisonous gas inside turned into poisonous rain that dripped down.
The raindrops formed from the poisonous gas fell to the ground, corroding large holes in the earth, while the mournful screams of the demon tigers and monsters echoed throughout the land.
"Quickly, have the other tiger demons use their demonic power to create defenses, and then use their demonic power to attack that poisonous cloud. As long as the poison in this cloud is consumed, everything will be fine."
Upon hearing the shrill scream, Bian Wenqing's expression turned solemn, and he spoke to the tiger demon beside him.
"Lord Bian, what's going on? Wasn't this poisonous cloud heading towards Zicheng? How can it be moving in the opposite direction?"
The tiger demon nodded, then let out a roar that transformed into ripples that spread outwards. He then frowned and asked, his tone containing a hint of anger.
These tiger demons were his elite troops, and now that such a thing had happened, he naturally had to question Bian Wenqing.
"I don't know either. It must be Chen Tianjian's doing. Those cunning people!"
Bian Wenqing softly recited the classics of the Poison Family, forming a protective shield around himself. He then slammed his hand on the table and roared angrily.
"Is there really no other way to solve this? If things continue like this, I'm afraid that when the poisonous clouds dissipate, this tiger demon tribe will also become a burial ground for corpses."
Tiger Demon Path.
"There is no other way but to consume the poison gas."
Bian Wenqing shook his head.
"Hmph, you tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead. You originally thought you could return to the demon race without any merit or demerit, but now, let's see how you explain yourself when you go back!"
Tiger Demon took a deep breath and roared.
If it weren't for this poisonous cloud, they could easily lie back to the demon clan. But since the poisonous cloud is here, they will definitely be punished when they return to their clan, and they might even be demoted.
After all, the demon race and the human race are different. The human race values benevolence, but the demon race is all about bloodshed and killing.
"You don't need to say more."
Bian Wenqing waved his sleeve and left.
"All right."
On the outskirts of Zicheng, Ye Ru put away his Three Perfections Literary Brush, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked somewhat pale, clearly due to a lack of talent.
This art of summoning wind and rain is so exhausting that even with ten times the talent of a novice scholar, he still feels stretched thin.
"Lord Chen, Lord Zhao?"
At this moment, Ye Ru noticed that there was no response. He then glanced at Chen Tianjian and Zhao Mingcheng, who seemed somewhat dazed, and asked again.
"That's it?"
Zhao Mingcheng was the first to recover from his shock, then looked around, clearly still in shock.
"It actually managed to return that massive cloud of poison; just how terrifying is this Taiping Essentials..."
Chen Tianjian also took a deep breath, looking at Ye Ru with a complicated expression, his eyes filled with a strange meaning. This strength was truly extremely powerful.
"Should we go back or..."
"Go back. There's not much point in staying here anymore. The imperial examination is just a few days away."
Zhao Mingcheng and Chen Tianjian exchanged a glance and said.
"Then I won't go back to Zicheng. I'll head straight for the Northern Border. Those demons have repeatedly harassed my borders. It's time to teach them a lesson."
Chen Tianjian thought for a moment, then spoke up.
"Then let's part ways here. Anyway, it's not far from the North. If any problems arise, send me a message so I can come to your aid."
Zhao Mingcheng nodded and said.
Chen Tianjian nodded, then stepped forward and left.
"Chief Ye, let's go back too."
Zhao Mingcheng turned to Ye Ru and said.
"it is good."
Not long after Chen Tianjian left, Ye Ru and Zhao Mingcheng also returned to Zicheng and stayed at the City Lord's Mansion.
creak!
With the sound of a door being pushed open, Ye Ru and Zhao Mingcheng entered a side room.
"You can stay here. It's a bit run-down, but it's still a place to stay... This is probably the best guest room in the city lord's mansion."
Zhao Mingcheng scratched his head and said apologetically.
"not bad."
Ye Ru looked around and nodded in his evaluation.
"I'm sorry, but in principle, when friends come from afar, we should do our best to be hospitable. However, Qian Xiang has donated all of his money to the soldiers in the Northern Border. Even in this city lord's mansion, I'm afraid there's nothing of value left."
Zhao Mingcheng sighed.
"That is enough to show your sincerity, sir. It just so happens that I have also thought of an inscription, which can be given to you as a gift."
Ye Ru smiled slightly, showing no dissatisfaction. Instead, he spread out the papers on the table and said...
"Oh? I've heard that Ye Anshou's calligraphy is priceless. I'd like to see for myself whether Ye Anshou's brushstrokes can bring flowers to life."
Zhao Mingcheng was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said.
"Ode to My Humble Abode"
Ye Ru first wrote down the title, and then began to write the main text. Because he lived in a different era than Liu Yuxi, Ye Ru also made some slight changes to the article and wrote a preface.
"A mountain is not valued for its height, but for the immortals dwelling there; water is not valued for its depth, but for the dragons residing within. This is a humble abode, yet my virtue makes it fragrant. Mossy traces climb the steps, green grass filters through the curtains. Learned scholars gather here for conversation, and no uncultured person comes and goes. Here I can play my simple zither and read the classics. There is no noise of stringed instruments to disturb my ears, nor the toil of official documents to weary my body. It is like Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage in Nanyang, or Yang Xiong's pavilion in Western Shu. As Confucius said, 'What is there to be ashamed of in such a humble abode?'"
This article is written in the parallel prose style. Although it is short, its meaning is exceptionally profound.
After Ye Ru finished writing, a powerful talent suddenly emerged from his pen, eventually enveloping the entire article.
The next moment, these words seemed to leap from the paper and eventually attach themselves to the wall.
"penetrating?"
Zhao Mingcheng stared at the words, then paused, his eyes widening, and suddenly clapped his hands:
"This essay is truly wonderful. Sima Xiangru represents the highest achievement of the new style of fu, and you, Ye Ru, are probably able to represent the highest achievement of parallel prose."
"Senior, you flatter me. I was just thinking about the place I lived before I became a student of the Imperial Academy. When I saw this place, I realized how different it was from my old home. That's why I had the idea to write this article. I'm just showing off my limited knowledge."
Ye Ru shook his head and said with unusual humility.
This last sentence comes from the Analects, Book 9, Chapter 12: "Where a virtuous person dwells, what is there to be ashamed of?" Removing the phrase "where a virtuous person dwells" makes you seem much more humble, giving the impression of neither arrogance nor haughtiness. You are a promising young man.