Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 90 The Head of the Poetry Society
When Gu Xu finished writing the last word, he put the brush in his hand back on the table.

Suddenly it snowed.

Just like catkins over the bridge, pear blossoms cover the house; powder accumulated in an instant will turn into salt in an instant.

A piece of silver wraps between heaven and earth.

The pond beside the waterside pavilion also froze instantly.

Under the background of snow, everyone's vision became blurred like clouds and fog.

But the plum tree by the corner grew rapidly and became more and more lush.

Some white, some red.

White is plain, red is fresh.

Everyone around the long table obviously noticed this scene.

Chen Anzhi lowered his head and remained silent.

Although she has always behaved demurely and modestly on weekdays, as the direct daughter of the Chen family in Xiangyang, she is a person with high self-esteem and rarely really admires others.

But today, when she saw the poems written by Gu Xu, she had mixed feelings.

When ordinary people write poems about things with flowers, in addition to praising the beauty of flowers when they bloom, they often lament the desolation of flowers when they wither.

However, a sentence like "she laughs in the bushes" is almost never written.

What an upbeat spirit this is!
"Although this young man is sitting at the same table with us, he is fundamentally not the same person as us," Mrs. Lu sighed silently and sighed from the bottom of her heart, "Our poems are pretentious sadness and gorgeousness. Empty words.

"But in this young man's poems, there are ideals and aspirations."

Chen Anzhi nodded, agreeing with her words.

Lu Shiyao's expression was still indifferent, and there was no expression on his white and frosty face.

But deep down in her heart, she couldn't help but feel a little turbulent.

Although she is now recognized as a talented woman in the whole of Daqi, most of the poems she writes are "the wind is fluttering, the rain is Xiaoxiao" and "miserable and miserable".

Everyone commented that her work was always deserted and full of unresolved melancholy.

But now, Gu Xu's poems made her refreshing.

She only felt that this young man who called himself "Longevity Son" always seemed to have good expectations for this world.Even in the freezing and snow-covered winter, he firmly believes that the spring of "blossoming mountains and flowers" will eventually come.

"It's just... in this indifferent world, will there really be such a day?"

Tang Hui sat in the chair and took the lead in applauding Gu Xu.

There was genuine joy in his eyes.

As for Chu Fengge, he still stood there.

He didn't know poetry very well, and he didn't know what was so good about the poetry written by Gu Xu.

But the surrounding scenery of ice and snow and plum blossoms clearly proves that these poems are excellent works.

"It would be great if I could write poetry..." Chu Fengge sighed.

At this moment, Gu Xu simply grabbed the attention of everyone present.

Chu Fengge could not wait to replace him.

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Afterwards, Mrs. Lu handed the dice on the table to Gu Xu, preparing to call the next person to draw lots to write a poem.

However, at this time, all the people present shook their heads and said, "Young Master Changsheng has a poem ahead, we people should not make fun of you."

They all believed that even if they devoted all their life to learning and practiced the words repeatedly, they would not be able to write better poems than Gu Xu.

If that's the case, why write it out to add to the laughing stock?

All in all, they're cowardly.

Madam Lu nodded, agreeing with their decision.

"That's good," she said lightly. "However, we must be the leader when we form a society to write poetry today. Do you have a choice?"

"Young Master Changsheng should be number one!" Tang Hui suggested without hesitation as soon as she finished speaking.

Chen Anzhi pondered for a moment, and then said: "Master Changsheng's poetry works are unusual, borrowing Mei Yanzhi, in terms of spirit, mind, and structure, they are far better than me. I would like to call him the leader of the 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Society' today. !"

Another person said: "Young Master Changsheng can write three excellent poems in an instant, and his talent is far beyond ordinary people - today's leader of the poetry club, he is none other than him."

"I agree too." Chu Fengge pointed at Gu Xu and echoed expressionlessly.

"Fairy Su Xue has any objection?" Madam Lu looked at Lu Shiyao who had been silent.

At this time, Lu Shiyao was staring at the plum blossoms in the garden, and his mind seemed to be no longer there.

Hearing Mrs. Lu's words, she was stunned for a moment, and then said lightly, "What objection?"

"Everyone here thinks that the poems of 'Longsheng Master' should be the first, do you have any objection?" Mrs. Lu repeated the words again.

Lu Shiyao said softly, "I have no opinion."

"The number one today will be won by the 'Longevity Young Master'." Mrs. Lu announced.

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Gu Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He can probably guess that he has successfully passed the first test set by "Jinghong Pen".

Because in this challenge he cannot afford to fail.

So he wrote the poems he thought of in one breath.

The result really triggered the image of "Jinghong Pen".

And the plum blossoms lasted longer than Lu Shiyao's Fuyu.

Therefore, he silently thanked the cultural treasures left by his predecessors in his previous life for helping him to tide over the difficulties here.

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After the announcement of the leader, today's "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" ends here.

The guests at the table left one after another.

The splendid and prosperous scenery around Gu Xu is also gradually fading, like an ethereal dream.

And that gloomy, cold, hell-like scene reappeared in front of his eyes.

At this moment, Lu Shiyao, who was sitting at the corner of the long table, suddenly got up.

She stood there, looking at Gu Xu and the others who were gradually disappearing, and hesitated.

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When the illusion of the past disappeared completely, Gu Xu saw the little girl with disheveled hair again.

She was wearing white clothes, standing barefoot on the ice and snow, looking up at Gu Xu.

If Tang Hui is right, this little girl of six or seven years old should be the spirit of "Jinghong Pen".

"Congratulations on passing the first test." She handed a new flower note to Gu Xu's hand and said in a cold and ethereal voice.

"May I know how many tests there are in total?" Gu Xu took the flower note and asked politely.

The little girl stretches out three fingers.

"It's a pity that you didn't live in the same era as Miss." She sighed and continued.

Then she turned and left, quickly bypassing the tall shadow wall and disappearing from Gu Xu's field of vision.

"Little brother's poetic talent is really admirable!" After the little girl left, Tang Huiwang looked at Gu Xu and praised with a smile.

Gu Xu shook his head: "Master Tang is wrong. I just read a lot of books and borrowed the wisdom of the sages from them."

At the same time, he looked down at the flower paper in his hand, and found a few lanterns painted on the front, next to which was written in small letters with hairpins—

"Lantern Festival Lantern Festival Invitation Letter".

The content on the back is:

"A small round city,

"Seeing the water, there is no one.

"The sun shines on people's faces,

"The fish and shrimp are not born."

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PS: Sorry, it's too late to go home from overtime today, there's only one chapter left.

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