Senzo

Chapter 134 The Softness and Hardness of Wood

Twenty young students, together with twice as many servants, and more than a dozen singers, rode dozens of carts, singing and dancing all the way out of the capital.

Qin Di sat alone in the carriage, facing the spring breeze, facing the rising sun, watching the peach and plum blossoms, and the bees flying around, only felt refreshed and indescribably comfortable.

At this time, there was no trace of anxiety in his heart, and everything was so natural.

It is spring at this time, everything grows, the grass is soft like shade, and the green trees are like cover.Everything is so beautiful.

The word spring, from the oracle bone inscriptions, is also called 芚.There is a word "Tun" in the middle of it. The upper part sprouts and the lower part takes root, which is the image of vegetation breaking through the ground.Therefore, the five elements belong to wood in spring, which is the best time to practice wood-based exercises.

Although it is only in the mortal world, there is no rich aura, but as long as there are green trees and grass, there will be innate wood aura emanating.

Qin Di sat quietly, eyes half-closed, nose flapping constantly, slowly absorbing the surrounding wood aura.He felt that although these wood auras were very thin, they were full of vitality, a little more lively than the cave world, and seemed to be more spiritual.

From time to time, the laughter of fellow Hanlin came to my ears, as if someone had written another poem.

Then the singer let go of her voice and sang with a beautiful voice.

One song after another, the hearts of those who accompanied me were going to fly.

Someone else shouted loudly: "Write it down, write it down! This poem is wonderful! It should be printed into a book and distributed all over the world!"

About an hour later, someone came to Qin Di's carriage and asked, "Mr. He Zhu, it's time for you to write a poem!"

Qin Di smiled and shook his head: "I have little knowledge, how can I write poems?"

The visitor shouted: "That won't work. Everyone has to take turns. If you don't write, sir, the activity will not be able to continue."

"Do you really want to write? Can't you not write?"

"It must be written! Everyone is waiting!"

"But I really can't write!"

"You can recite a few lines casually, just join in the fun."

"Will it be recorded and embarrass us in the southwestern region?"

"This... I'm not sure, so Mr. He Zhu, you should show your real skills."

Qin Di really couldn't push it, so he turned his head and decided to copy a poem to deal with business, so he recited in a deep voice: "The spring is so late, the east wind blows the crape myrtle. Zigui is sad, and the willow hates the slightest. God has no news, the fairy Biao Yao is gone. The water is long and the sky is farther, and every step becomes lovesickness."

As soon as the words fell, countless people praised: "Good poem! Mr. Hezhu, your poem has the elegance of fairy tales and the sentiments of children. It should be composed and sung, recorded and published all over the world!"

Qin Di responded casually, and soon a singer sang out.

Everyone applauded: "I didn't expect there to be such a talent in the Southwest Region, Mr. He Zhu is amazing!"

Qin Di just smiled, stood up and cupped his hands at everyone, then sat down again, and continued to absorb the lively wood spirit in the air leisurely.

When they arrived in the wild, they set up tents on the field, lit a bonfire, and continued to sing and chant poems.

Qin Di neither recited poems nor sang, simply took over the work of barbecue from the servants, grabbed low-grade spiritual herbs and sprinkled them on it, and suddenly the air was filled with a special fragrance, making those who recited poems feel ashamed. Seduced over.

"Huh? Mr. He Zhu can also barbecue?"

"What spice did you sprinkle? How come I never smell it?"

Qin Di smiled: "This is a kind of 'spiritual herb' from my hometown. I don't bring much, so I'll give you a taste."

"This taste is too fragrant, um, I can't bear it anymore, when will it be baked?"

"It's coming soon! It's going to be soon!"

After a while, a piece of beef weighing five catties was roasted, and was immediately snatched away by everyone.

These scholars also forgot to maintain an elegant image, and their hats were crooked when they scrambled.

After eating one piece, these people became even crazier, staring around the fire, waiting for the second piece to come out.

Fortunately, Qin Di roasted very quickly, and roasted thirty or forty catties in a while.

It doesn't take too long to roast meat, as long as the internal temperature is kept at 110 degrees, 1 minute is fine, and the beef with a little blood is more tender and delicious.

After eating, these people became very excited. They sang and chanted poems in the middle of the night, and finally went to rest with their favorite singers in their arms.

Qin Di didn't want to listen to the noisy and happy voices, so she hid in the cave world and continued to learn the fire art refining weapon with Shi Babao.

The next morning, those young scholars who came out of the Hanlin Academy woke up early in the morning. Unexpectedly, they were still radiant after a whole night of tossing. Ask the servant to buy more and bring back more.

Qin Di has also become very popular. From time to time, people come to ask questions, exchange poems, and singers come to join in the fun, refusing to leave around the carriage.

Qin Di had no choice but to take out a small can of low-level spirit grass powder, and said: "This is the spirit herbs I brought from my hometown. There are only so many left, and I leave it to you. You can use it to barbecue and save money." Use it a little bit, and it will be gone after you use it up!"

So with a whoosh, those people all ran away with the jars in their arms!No one came to ask questions.

A group of people wandered outside, first from the capital to the east, crossed Taohuaxi, and came to Pushanye. Looking at the verdant green trees all over the mountain, Qin Di was happy in his heart, and unconsciously accelerated the rhythm of swallowing the sky. The wisps of innate wood aura were swallowed by him and put into the yin bottle of the yin and yang cylinders.

Although only a trace each time, these wood auras have their own unique personality.

Qin Di found that if the wood aura was only collected from the spiritual grass, that kind of aura would be too weak, especially the artificially cultivated spiritual grass garden, which lacks enough toughness to represent all the wood aura.

Among the five elements, wood has both yin and yang woods, which have two attributes of yin and yang, so there are not only the softness of "the orchid dew, like crying eyes, nothing in the same heart, and the fireworks are unbearable to cut", but also the "heavy snow presses the green pine, and the green pine stands upright". And straight, if you want to know the pine is noble and clean, it will be strong when the snow melts.

The wood aura he collected from the wilderness where the aura was lacking condensed more tenacity and unyielding, so it had the attribute of Yangmu, which was particularly precious.

Half a month later, those people used up the spirit grass powder in the jar and came to Qin Di for it again.

Qin Di shook his head: "No, if you say no, there will be no! Thousands of miles away, where would you bring too many things?"

Then those people became very disappointed again, and there was no energy for singing.

It wasn't until several days later that everyone came to their senses and continued to write poems and lyrics, but they also gradually alienated Qin Di, as if they lost face because of begging for spices.

Qin Di didn't care either, and sat happily in the carriage every day, with his mouth wide open, like a fool.

(End of this chapter)