Li Xianyuan felt a sense of emptiness in his heart for no reason. People are so strange. He had lived alone in the mountains for thirteen years, and he had only been down the mountain for less than ten days before he became unbearably lonely.

He was used to having Li Waner chirping beside him, but her sudden disappearance left Li Xianyuan with a huge emptiness in his heart.

Relying on his concentration to suppress his inner emotions, Li Xianyuan closed his eyes again to stop his random thoughts.

At first, countless fragments flashed through his mind. As time went by, Li Xianyuan's breathing became more stable and distracting thoughts gradually decreased.

It's late at night and the second watch is not far away.

Li Xianyuan sat upright at the table with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Time passed, and suddenly he felt as if his body was floating. Li Xianyuan couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise. He saw himself appearing in a simple room for some reason.

The room can be described as a bare-walled house with yellow mud walls, no doors, no windows, and not even a roof. When you look up, you can see the clear night sky.

Li Xianyuan's mood was inevitably disturbed when he suddenly appeared in a strange place, and he immediately retreated from it.

Returning to consciousness, Li Xianyuan's body suddenly froze. The moment he exited, he felt a wave of heat blooming along the center of his eyebrows and quickly spreading throughout his body.

The originally fuzzy memories deep in my mind became clear, and some things that had been almost forgotten were re-remembered, including articles and poems I had learned in my previous life.

In this way, it would be more convenient for Li Xianyuan to copy.

The heat comes and goes quickly, but it dissipates in an instant without a trace.

Li Xianyuan blinked and looked around. His five senses had not become more sensitive and were still the same as before. Only his thinking speed and memory were a little faster than before.

There is still heavy thunder and light rain.

Whether it's Quote Quxingli or Huanhua Mingtang, it all gives people the same feeling: when I go to an inn to eat, the waiter brings out the delicious fried chicken, I grab it and take a bite, only to find that it's made of tofu.

"This Mingtang... is really simple." Li Xianyuan said to himself, stood up, and came to the bronze mirror in the corner of the room.

The appearance remains unchanged...

Just when he thought of this, Li Xianyuan noticed something strange between his eyebrows.

This place was far away from the candlelight, and it was dim to see clearly. Li Xianyuan turned around, took the oil lamp, and looked at the bronze mirror. Sure enough, he saw a faint trace of ink between his eyebrows.

Li Xianyuan raised his hand to rub it, but the mark was still there. He dipped some water into the towel and wiped it, but there were still ink marks on the red brow.

Li Xianyuan simply ignored it for the time being, and returned to the table with the oil lamp in hand and sat down. When he just exited the bright hall, he accidentally glanced and noticed something hanging on the mud wall in front.

Calm down your mood, close your eyes again, and communicate in the bright hall again.

With the lessons learned from the past, it was easier to enter this time. Within a moment, Li Xianyuan's figure appeared in the shabby room again.

To avoid being kicked out again, Li Xianyuan quickly walked to the mud wall in front of him. He saw a poem posted on it. The poem was none other than half of "Gu Lang Yue Xing" written by Li Xianyuan during the Tongsheng Examination.

It is now located in the middle of the main wall, emitting a faint milky white fluorescence, rising slowly and blending into the night.

I think all the poems I wrote will appear on the walls of the Mingtang. The half of the prodigy poem I read during the day was not written down, so it is not included here.

Li Xianyuan stretched out his hand and pushed the mud wall. The seemingly precarious mud wall did not move at all. As soon as his mind moved, his eyes flashed and he returned to reality.

He dug out the wrinkled rice paper from his bag, flattened it and held a corner of it with an oil lamp. He took out his writing brush, dipped it in the teacup, and started writing.

prodigy poem

The emperor values ​​heroes,

The article teaches Caoer.

Everything is inferior,

Only reading is good.

The faint sound of reading slowly emerged, then suddenly disappeared like a bubble when Li Xianyuan stopped writing. Li Xianyuan removed the oil lamp, shook the rice paper to let the ink dry on it, then carefully rolled it up and put it in the baggage, closed his eyes and concentrated in the bright hall.

The figure appeared in the humble room of Mingtang, and Li Xianyuan raised his eyes to look. Sure enough, he saw new poems appearing on the front wall.

The newly appeared prodigy's poem suddenly shone brightly, and the paper carrying the poem pressed against Gu Lang Yue Xing. Gu Lang Yue Xing was not to be outdone. The two poems competed with each other, and finally the brilliance disappeared at the same time, each occupying half of the front wall.

With the appearance of the prodigy's poems, subtle changes have taken place in the humble Mingtang room. The rough and uneven parts of the mud wall have become somewhat smoother.

Poetry and Wen Zhenmingtang, is this Tong Sheng's magical power?

I wonder what it will be like when poems are hung all over the wall and there is nowhere to hang them.

Li Xianyuan thought in his mind, but it's too early to say this.

He wanted to write a few poems to see if there would be any changes in the bright hall, but considering that it was quiet at night and he was in an inn, he had to give up.

Returning to reality, Li Xianyuan's eyes suddenly became sharp. He pinched the spell and pointed at the candlelight and suddenly shouted coldly: "The Supreme Lord is as urgent as the law!"

…

It was unusually quiet at night.

Nothing happened, only the candlelight flickered a few times as he waved his sleeves.

How to use Haoran Qi is not mentioned in any allusions, and can only be taught in academies. Li Xianyuan now has the Haoran Qi in the hall, but he does not know how to use it.

Li Xianyuan seemed to hear Li Waner's bell-like laughter laughing at him, and felt embarrassed for no reason, so he puffed up his mouth and blew.

"call--"

The candlelight trembled and went out.

The room was dark, with moonlight pouring in from the window.

Late at night.

…

In the early morning, Li Xianyuan slowly woke up while lying in front of the table, sat up and stretched his body.

The sun shines through the window, and the noise on the street can be heard faintly.

Open the window and let fresh air flow in.

After washing, Li Xianyuan tied her hair into a bun in front of the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, the faint ink marks between the eyebrows have changed a bit. Originally there was only one stroke, but now there is one more. The two ink marks are like incomplete plum blossoms. Paired with the indifferent eyes, it adds a touch of fairy temperament to Li Xianyuan.

This skin is enough to go to the village and pretend to be a god descending to earth.

As Li Xianyuan guessed, the ink marks between the eyebrows are related to Mingtang.

After tidying up his clothes, carrying the painting tube on his back, and going downstairs to the backyard to feed Xiao Qing hay, Li Xianyuan went straight out without breakfast.

On the road, I met a very familiar young man, dressed in colorful brocade clothes, holding half a chicken leg in his hand and eating until his mouth was full of oil, followed closely by a servant carrying a big bag.

There was no intersection between the two. Unexpectedly, the young man recognized Li Xianyuan, threw his chicken legs back and ran towards Li Xianyuan. This was very painful for the servant behind him. He carried a huge burden and shouted, "Master, wait for me." He caught up after him panting.

"Brother Li, Brother Li!" The young man ran over as if he was familiar with himself. He rubbed his dirty hands on his body with excitement and said, "I am Shen Sheng. Brother Li, just call me Da Sheng."

Li Xianyuan had met him before and was one of the thirty-two boys on the list. He nodded to him: "I recognize you."

The young man became even more excited when he heard this, almost sticking his butt out and flying up. He surrounded Li Xianyuan to ask questions, acting like a little follower.

The young man didn't think much about it, and in a few words he said that it was his father who asked him to befriend Li Xianyuan.
Chapter completed!