Hearing this.
Kong Wenjun nodded with a smile.
Seeing Kong Wenjun agree, the old man happily took out a jar of good wine hidden under the straw. Then, he found two big bowls and poured out the wine without spilling a drop.
"At such a moment, how can we not drink a cup of wine?？”The old man laughed as if he had gone mad. He raised the bowl of wine and handed it to Kong Wenjun.
Kong Wenjun smiled and took it.
"Mhm, let's begin. Let's use wine as the topic. Also, write down why I'm hiding here and what kind of feelings I have.”The old man smiled strangely.
Kong Wenjun was slightly stunned, and he smiled bitterly at the old man. This old man was simply making things difficult for him. After all, how could he know what kind of feelings this old man was having while living in seclusion here?
"Mhm, let me give you a hint. This old man has seen that the Yin and Yang in this world are reversed and dark. He has a lot of talent, but there is no place for him to display his ambition. He can only hide here and drink and recite poems every day to kill time. I don't know when this world will regain its clarity.”The old man also felt that he seemed to be making things difficult for him, so he smiled and explained a little.
Kong Wenjun nodded and closed his eyes to think carefully.
Talent is not appreciated, the world is sad, the heart is angry, only to drink to make fun.
After a while.
Kong Wenjun suddenly opened his eyes, took out his white jade brush, and shook it slightly. Righteousness Qi gushed out and condensed into a white paper, and he started writing rapidly.
"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows into the sea without returning?”
When a line of small words written by the thin golden body appeared on the paper, a rumbling sound rang out. The originally quiet prison was now filled with the sound of surging waves.
The old man, who was drinking and having fun, suddenly opened his eyes. He stood up and looked at this scene in disbelief.
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall grieves for the white hair, like the black hair in the morning and the snow in the evening!”
The white light formed a picture in the air. A white-haired old man looked at his own appearance in the mirror and sighed quietly. He no longer had the same appearance as before.
"You must enjoy life to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty.”
The scene changed slightly. A handsome young man loved to drink. No matter when or where, he would like to drink a few glasses. He would never let his glass be empty and enjoy the joy in his heart.
"I'm born with talent.”
"To cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, you must drink three hundred cups at a time.”
"Old Senior, Kong Wenjun, please drink.
"I'll sing a song with you. Please listen to it for me.”
"Bells, drums, and jades are not valuable. I hope I won't wake up after a long time of drunkenness.”
"Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, only the drinker has left his name.”
"In the past, the King of Chen had a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand taels of wine to his heart's content.”
"Master, why are you saying that you don't have enough money?”
"A streaky horse and a thousand gold fur coat. I'll go out and exchange them for good wine.”
As Kong Wenjun wrote each sentence, the image in the air would change at the same time. Only when Kong Wenjun put down the white jade brush in his hand did the image slowly dissipate with the wind.
At this moment.
The crazy old man was no longer crazy. Instead, he lowered his head and fell silent. Suddenly, he picked up the wine jar and raised his head to drink wildly. Wine poured out endlessly, wetting his clothes. He did not care!
Kong Wenjun sighed slightly, picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp. Life must be happy, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon.
"Hahahaha, good poem, good poem!”After drinking the wine in the wine jar, the old man suddenly laughed wildly towards the sky. He smashed the wine jar in his hand and took out an ancient book from his pocket and handed it to Kong Wenjun.
Kong Wenjun stood up and bowed half a disciple's bow to thank the old senior for giving him the book before reaching out to take the ancient book.
"This old man admires, admires! I didn't expect your literary talent to shock the heavens and the earth. Even if this old man deliberately made things difficult for you, you could actually write such a famous piece. This old man is convinced!! Hahaha!" The old man didn't feel depressed at all after losing. Instead, he laughed happily. One must enjoy life when one is satisfied. At this moment, he no longer felt lonely at the top. He only felt happy. In terms of literary talent, he claimed to be second, but no one had ever dared to claim to be first. Now, Kong Wenjun was clearly regarded as a literary giant who was evenly matched with him.
Thinking of this, the old man picked up a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He threw himself on the ground and started writing at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, he had filled four or five sheets of paper.
"This old man has never had a match in my life. I didn't expect to meet one today. This is a blessing. This old man will write it in his book and pass it down for hundreds of generations!! Little mister, you don't mind me writing that poem of yours here, right?”The old man turned around and asked.
Kong Wenjun smiled and shook his head." You're too polite, old sir. This is a blessing for me. If I'm not wrong, you're Zhuge Wolong, the scholar of the Heavenly Arrival State, right?" Your literary talent is truly heaven-reaching and earth-reaching. In this day and age, it is truly a blessing for junior to be fortunate enough to be written into senior's book.”
What Kong Wenjun said was true. Zhuge Wolong was very famous in the world. Some people did not know the Emperor, but everyone knew Zhuge Wolong. Once Zhuge Wolong's book was published, it would be sold out in the blink of an eye.
If Zhuge Wolong were to write about today's events in a book, Kong Wenjun's fame would definitely be comparable to that of a peerless Confucian scholar. Especially if he could make Zhuge Wolong, such a shocking genius, bow down to him with a poem, it would shock the entire world.
"Kid, you're good at everything, but you're old and cultured.”Zhuge Wolong waved his hand impatiently and continued to write on the ground, not caring that Kong Wenjun had recognized him.
Kong Wenjun rubbed his nose awkwardly. He had always spoken in this manner. Although his personality was never scholarly, his language was like this. He must have read too many ancient books.
Time passed slowly. After eating the fresh food specially prepared from the inn by the jailer, Kong Wenjun began to flip through the ancient book. This ancient book was called 'Innate Sixty-four Divinations'. It was said to be able to predict the future from heaven and earth. It was obtained by Marquis Wu Zhuge Liang from Mount Shouyang.
"Have you read the Book of Changes?" Zhuge Wolong asked as he nibbled on the drumstick Kong Wenjun gave him.
"Of course." Kong Wenjun nodded.”
The Book of Changes was a must-read book for emperors and Confucian scholars. How could they not read it? Also, don't treat the Book of Changes as a simple divination technique. The Book of Changes encompassed thousands of things. Every time you read it, what you understood, saw, and learned would be different.
"Since you've seen the Book of Changes, then it's easy. I'll teach you the divine power of the Innate Sixty Divinations.”After Zhuge Wolong swallowed the drumstick in a few bites, he sat down cross-legged and began to teach Kong Wenjun the sixty-four hexagrams.
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