Chapter 142 Pretentious
Li Motang said, "I didn't expect that Senior Gongyang would go to Yunlu Academy. I don't know why. With his status and strength, it is very rare for him to tell us so much after helping us.
Let's go, we will go back too. I think the Demon Collection Department must make changes to Qu Liang and his group and today's incident!"
"I support you!" Huang Feng said seriously, and then left. Anyway, this is not something he needs to worry about. He can give as much verbal support as he wants.
How could Li Motang not see what he meant? He held the sword, aimed at the back of his neck, gestured in his mind, and then flew the sword to catch up.
In Yunyan Town, Xiao Nuan had arrived and accompanied Li Yixuan to wait for them to come back.
Li Yixuan was very generous and did not feel uneasy at all. While Li Motang was away, she openly inquired about Huang Feng's situation.
Xiao Nuan was also very smart. Although she did not dare to disobey, she could shirk: "Your Highness Anyang, the lady does not allow me to talk about Mr. Huang's affairs, and I have no choice."
After saying that, Xiao Nuan thought seriously in her heart, what if Li Yixuan did not believe it.
Unexpectedly, Li Yixuan did not doubt him. She pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, and looked like she was thinking carefully: "You hid it so deeply. It seems that my sister likes it very much. My chance is slim."
Xiao Nuan muttered in her heart: "What slim? There is no chance!"
The two talked in a low voice. Yu Zirun sat aside and took out a book from the bookcase and read it silently. He promised to help take care of Li Yixuan, and he stayed by her side.
This wait took half a day.
Li Motang and Huang Feng returned to Yunyan Town. It was already evening. In addition, they had just experienced a war. Neither of them planned to continue on the road and decided to rest in the town.
Li Motang thanked Yu Zirun and asked: "What are your plans next?"
"I have been traveling down the mountain for a few days and plan to return to the academy." Yu Zirun asked, "Your Highness said before that he was going to Yunlu Academy, so I will lead the way for you."
Li Motang smiled and said, "That would be the best."
After chatting for a while, they learned that Yu Zirun was actually one of the direct disciples of the dean of Yunlu Academy.
Li Motang and Huang Feng looked at each other, wondering if they could find a breakthrough from Yu Zirun, but they just exchanged a glance and gave up.
This trip was to seek immortal fate for Li Yixuan. Asking for help from others and using too many means would easily arouse people's disgust.
Huang Feng silently observed Yu Zirun and found that he didn't talk much. In his spare time, he kept a book in his hand, and he read classics, history, and collections. He was a very serious reader.
This instantly aroused his inner bad taste, and he couldn't help but want to tease serious people. What should he do?
In the inn in the town, the two upper rooms naturally had to be given to the two princesses, and Huang Feng and Yu Zirun made up one room at random.
The sun had set and the moon had risen. Huang Feng saw Yu Zirun reading a book under the oil lamp, walked to the window, opened the window, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky.
The wind blew the candles and swayed. Yu Zirun looked up and heard Huang Feng looking at the moonlight: "The white rabbit pounded medicine from autumn to spring, and Chang'e lived alone. Who is her neighbor?"
When Yu Zirun heard this, he sat up straight. He didn't expect Huang Feng to be a scholar. He could tell from his one sentence that he had a high level of poetry.
He waited carefully for the following content, but Huang Feng stopped reading.
"Thinking, he must be thinking." Yu Zirun guessed that scholars should not be rushed when writing poems, so he waited very patiently.
Then Huang Feng seemed to abandon the previous two sentences, shook his head, and started another one: "The moonlight in front of the window, I wonder if it is frost on the ground."
Yu Zirun was anxious, you should finish the previous one first.
He was anxious, but he carefully tasted the two new sentences. They were concise and concise. Just from "I wonder if it is frost on the ground", he could sense the atmosphere and artistic conception of the whole poem, which was cold and lonely.
"If the last two sentences can be the highlight, it will also be a good work!" Yu Zirun thought and waited.
As a result, he saw Huang Feng silently closing the window, turning back to him and saying, "Sorry for disturbing you reading."
Then he went to the bed to practice breathing.
"Ah..." Yu Zirun looked at Huang Feng, who no longer paid attention to him and practiced silently, and felt that there were ants crawling in his heart.
He wanted to continue reading, but he couldn't read it. The words in the book turned into a few poems that Huang Feng had just recited.
Although it is difficult to appreciate just these few sentences, after all, the last two sentences or the second stanza of most poems are the focus, but he believes that the two poems that Huang Feng just recited have already laid out the artistic conception, and the second half has great potential.
Even if you can't grasp it, and it ends badly, you have to finish it. It is best to write poems in one go. You can't leave it for later.
Yu Zirun couldn't read the book anymore, and paced around the room. He seemed to feel a little rude, sat back, and stood up again.
Finally, he couldn't hold back and called out softly, "Brother Huang?"
"Hmm?" Huang Feng answered with his eyes closed. He was practicing breathing, but he was paying attention to Yu Zirun's mood. He almost laughed like crazy.
As expected, good poetry is to scholars just like a good sword is to sword cultivators. It has an incomparable temptation, even for scholars from Yunlu Academy of the Twelve Immortal Sects.
I just don't know if the academy's literary saint will react like this. If he can use this to control the other party, it will be much easier to seek immortal fate for Li Yixuan.
Maybe the whole academy will worship him.
After a while, Huang Feng's dream came true: Wensheng took the initiative to give up his position and cried for him to be the dean of Yunlu Academy.
After Huang Feng closed his eyes and responded, his smile gradually became crazy. Yu Zirun was startled and took several steps back. He carefully observed the wall, wondering if he was possessed by a ghost.
Huang Feng also realized that he was a little too much at this time, and opened his eyes: "Ahem, I was distracted, you called me just now?"
Yu Zirun saw that he had returned to normal, and then he felt relieved and said honestly: "Yes, I want to ask Brother Huang, why did you only write half of the two poems just now? Didn't you think about the second half?"
Huang Feng shook his head: "Not really, I just thought that you were studying, and I didn't want the emotions in the poem to affect you."
"No... It doesn't matter." Yu Zirun was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly, "Brother Huang, to be honest, as a scholar, it's really unbearable to only write half of a poem."
"That's right, I didn't think it through." Huang Feng stood up and opened the window again.
Yu Zirun was stunned. Wouldn't it be enough to just read it directly? Is it necessary to do this?
Even Huang Feng couldn't help thinking that if he was not a human, but a monster, he must be a "pretentious spirit"!
He stood with his hands behind his back, chanting: "The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground, I look up at the moon, and I look down and think of my hometown."
Looking back, he saw Yu Zirun savoring it carefully, and he showed admiration.
There were no gorgeous words, no magnificent atmosphere, but just twenty words, expressing the homesickness, making Yu Zirun couldn't help but ask: "Where are you from, Brother Huang?"
Originally it was just a joke, but at this moment, looking at the moonlight outside the window, Huang Feng made himself a little sad: "I was born in a flower-growing family, that is my hometown."