Twenty young students, together with twice as many servants, and more than a dozen singers, rode dozens of carts, singing and dancing along the way, and left the capital. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Qin Di sat alone in the carriage, facing the spring breeze, facing the morning sun, watching the peach and plum blossoms bloom and the bees flying around, only feeling relaxed and happy, indescribably comfortable.

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

At this time, it is spring, everything grows, the grass is as soft as shade, and the trees are green like covers. Everything was so beautiful.

The word spring, from the oracle bone inscription, is also used as 芚. There is a word "tun" in the middle of it, the upper part of the bud, the bottom of the root, is the image of the grass and trees breaking out of the ground. Therefore, the five elements belong to wood in spring, and it is the best time to practice wood exercises.

Although it is only a 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, his eyes half-closed and half-closed, his nose constantly stirring, slowly absorbing the surrounding wood aura. He felt that although these wood auras were very thin, they contained vitality, a little more lively than the cave world, and seemed to be more spiritual.

From time to time, I heard the laughter of my colleague Hanlin, and it seemed that someone had written another poem.

Then it was the singer who let go of her singing voice and sang it with a beautiful voice.

The songs are one after another, and the hearts of those who listen to them are about to fly.

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

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

Qin Di shook his head with a smile: "If you are shallow in your knowledge, where can you make poems?"

The visitor shouted, "No, 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 write if you don't write?"

"Be sure to write it! Everyone is waiting!"

"But I really can't write it!"

"You can just recite a couple of sentences and join in the fun. ”

"Will it be recorded and lose the face of our Southwest Regions?"

"This ...... I'm not sure, so Mr. Hezhu, you better show your real skills. ”

Qin Di really couldn't push it over, so he turned his mind and decided to copy a poem to deal with business, so he recited in a deep voice: "Why is it late in spring, the east wind blows crape myrtle." Zigui is sad and sentenced, and Yang Liu hates silk. There is no news from God, and the immortal is gone. The water grows farther away, and the steps become acacia. ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard several people exclaiming: "Good poem! Mr. He Zhu, your poem has both the elegance of a fairy poem and the feelings of a child.

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

Everyone applauded: "I didn't expect that there are such talents in the Southwest Region, Mr. He Zhu is amazing!"

Qin Di just smiled, got up and bowed his hand to everyone, then sat down again, and continued to absorb the lively wood aura in the air unhurriedly.

When they reached the wilderness, they set up tents on the field, lit bonfires, and continued to sing and chant poems.

Qin Di neither recited poetry nor sang harmony, he simply took over the barbecue work from the servant, and casually grabbed a low-level spiritual grass and sprinkled it on it, and suddenly a special fragrance filled the air, seducing all the people who chanted poetry.

"Huh, Mr. Hezhu can also barbecue?"

"What kind of spice did you sprinkle? How come I never smelled it?"

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

"This smells so good, hmm, I can't help it, when will it be baked?"

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

After a while, a five-pound piece of beef was roasted, and it was immediately robbed by everyone.

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

After eating one piece, the men became even more frantic, staring around the stove with wide eyes, waiting for the second piece to come out.

Fortunately, Qin Di roasted quickly, and after a while, he roasted thirty or forty catties.

It doesn't take long to grill the meat, as long as the internal temperature is kept at 110 degrees, it will be fine for a minute, and the beef with a little blood stains is more tender and tasty.

After eating, these people became very excited, sang and chanted poems for most of the night, and finally hugged their favorite singer to rest.

Qin Di didn't want to listen to the noisy and happy sounds, so he hid in the cave world and continued to learn fire refining techniques from Shi Babao.

The next morning, those young jinshi who came out of the Hanlin Academy woke up early in the morning, but they didn't expect to be full of energy after tossing all night, all of them had ruddy faces, and they didn't even have dark circles under their eyes.

Qin Di also became very popular, from time to time people came to ask questions, exchange poems, and singers came to join in the fun, around the carriage and refused to leave.

Qin Di had no choice, so he had to take out a small jar of low-grade spirit grass powder and said: "This is the spirit herb I brought from my hometown, there are so many left, they are all handed over to you, you take it to barbecue, save some use, and it will be gone when you run out!"

So there was a hula, and the people ran away with the jars! No one came to ask questions.

The group wandered outside, first from the capital to the east, through the Peach Blossom Creek, to the Pushan Field, 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 heavens, and the wisps of innate wood aura were swallowed into his abdomen and loaded into the yin bottle of the yin and yang cylinders.

Although it is only a trace at a time, these wood auras have their own unique personalities.

Qin Di found that if the wood aura was collected from the spirit grass alone, that kind of aura would be too weak, especially the artificially cultivated spirit grass garden, which lacked enough toughness and could not represent all the wood spirits.

Among the five elements, wood has both yin wood and yang wood, with two attributes of yin and yang, so there is both "blue dew, such as crying eyes, nothing is concentric, fireworks are unbearable" weakness, but also "heavy snow presses green pine, green pine is straight and straight, want to know that the pine is high and clean, and wait until the snow melts" strong.

The wood aura he collected from the wilderness where his aura was scarce condensed more tenacity and unyielding, so it had more attributes of yang wood, which was particularly precious.

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

Qin Di shook his head: "No, if you say no, there will be no one!

Then the people became very unhappy again, and they had no strength to sing.

It wasn't until a few more days later that everyone came to their senses and continued to recite poems and lyrics, but they also slowly distanced themselves from Qin Di, as if they had lost face because of begging for spices.

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