69novels Chapter 222 Poetry Decision (51 plus more)
Chapter 222 Poetry Decision (51 plus more)
"Get up!" Hu Tao shouted, "Beside the long bridge, all the spirits are connected. Rebirth is happening again in the Hall of Rebirth."
"Please!" Mo Ran said without thinking, "Under the shade of the tree, the boy in black, the deceased is here to send the deceased to the afterlife."
Paimon covered his mouth and murmured, "Why do these words sound so sinister?"
Kong and Ying both nodded, but they didn't know much about poetry or songs, so they simply kept silent.
Yun Jin murmured Hu Tao's poems, and Keqing pondered Mo Ran's dialogue, and each of them had their own opinions. As the two referees who understood poetry, they had a heavy responsibility.
Xin Yan's expression was a little dull, because this poem seemed to have nothing to do with her passionate song.
Keqing was the first to speak, breaking the silence, saying: "Mr. Mo Ran's dialogue and Hu Tao's poem are similar in meaning, so Mr. Mo Ran should win this round."
Yun Jin nodded slightly and said, "That's true. The poem written by Hall Master Hu describes the location and function of the Hall of Rebirth, while Mr. Mo Ran talked about the work of the staff of the Hall of Rebirth and also mentioned the approximate location."
"If these two lines of poetry match, then Mr. Mo Ran wins the first game. Congratulations to Mr. Mo Ran for winning the first game and having a good start!"
Although Hu Tao lost the game, he still had a smile on his face. He stuck out his tongue and said, "Winning or losing for a while doesn't matter. As the saying goes, the first time you do something, the second time you lose it, and the third time you're exhausted!"
"Mr. Mo Ran, please be prepared. Take this challenge!" Hu Tao smiled cunningly and said, "One table, two lamps, three friends. Four seasons gather together for five generations to prosper. Don't face the moon in vain!"
"Numerical poetry? Hmm..." Mo Ran thought for a while and said, "Six is smooth, seven is full, eight is talented, nine is enough to satisfy your hunger, ten is enough to relieve your worries, it is the most proud thing in the world!"
Paimon covered his head and said with a bitter face: "In the last round, at least I could barely understand it, but this time I really don't understand it!"
Ying thought for a while and said, "Hu Tao's poem is easy to understand, but brother, what does "five generations of prosperity" mean?"
"It seems like a blessing message like "Happy Wedding". Kong Yue said, his voice getting lower and lower, because there were three friends in front of him, so didn't they say something about love and hatred?
Ying's mouth opened slightly. She didn't expect Hu Tao would use this to write a poem. In her impression, isn't poetry generally meant to convey the mood that the author wants to express? But why did Hu Tao do this?
"Let me explain." Yun Jin looked at the yellow-haired girl and said with a smile, "May your descendants prosper for five generations. In ancient times, this phrase was indeed used as a wedding eulogy, but nowadays it is only used to express the good wishes of wishing for the prosperity of descendants."
Ying nodded as if she understood, and said, "In other words, this means that there are three good friends who often get together, and they hope that their descendants can be like this, right?"
"That's about what I mean. The traveler is really great. He understands it immediately." Yun Jin clapped his hands and praised.
Keqing stood still, even the conversation between the others did not disturb her thoughts. After a long while, she felt her eyes light up and said, "I have solved it."
"Are you finally okay?" Kurumi half-lay on the Homa staff leaning against the wall, covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, her eyes hazy as if she had just woken up.
Mo Ran looked at her and smiled slightly, but he didn't know why they didn't let him understand the meaning of the poetry. Could it be that the author couldn't understand what he wrote?
Under the gaze of several people, Keqing expressed the thoughts that she had been thinking about for a long time:
"Six Shun, Seven Full, Eight Bucai. Six Shun is what the people of Liyue often say, Six Six Da Shun, which is meant for congratulations."
"The subsequent 70% is what I understand as the tea should be 70% full, and the remaining 30% is the affection, so we should get together more and interact more."
"Badoucai means a person who possesses eight buckets of talent, is well-read and knowledgeable, and combined with all the things that follow, it means..."
"When six things go well, drink seven parts of tea with friends. This person has eight buckets of talent, which can provide nine parts of food and clothing. Drink the wine to the full, and he is the most comfortable and proud person in the world."
"Mr. Mo Ran, is what I meant correct?"
Mo Ran nodded and said, "That's what I mean."
"Wait, wait." Paimon still didn't understand something, so he asked, "Please explain Walnut's poem as well. I still don't understand some of it."
"Okay." Yun Jin explained: "Just talk about the intention since the fifth generation of Qi Chang, don't just face the moon in vain."
"You should work harder, and not be alone looking at the moon and begging for mercy when you are old. So, Paimon should read more books."
"Oh!" Paimon held his finger in his mouth, nodded, and looked thoughtful.
"So who won this game?" Xin Yan asked impatiently.
Yun Jin smiled softly and said, "Mr. Mo Ran still matches the answer, and the word order is still neat and parallel. Naturally, Mr. Mo Ran wins."
Walnut blinked her plum blossom eyes, chuckled twice, and said, "Victory and defeat are common in the military, but from now on, don't judge one sentence at a time. Sir and I will continue to argue until one of us can't agree. How about that?"
"Master Hu is really a man of elegance. He is not inferior to Mr. Zhongli, and even better." Mo Ran's eyes also showed a trace of brightness, and he said: "But, in this battle, I will accompany you to the end!"
"Then come!" Hu Tao kicked his feet, turned in the air, and landed steadily, saying: "The sky is clear and Hai Mingjun, what worries you?"
Mo Ran's sleeves moved without wind, and he said, "I have traveled thousands of miles alone and have no place to go."
"On Qingming, the bottom of the river can be seen, the stream gurgles, and there are houses in the countryside and on the hilltops. The smoke from cooking rises straight up to the clouds, and then bends and twists like no other."
"The waves are blue and the crowds are like clouds. The streets are bustling but the only one is empty. The carved railings and jade bricks are no longer as beautiful as before. All the ups and downs are in vain."
"The caves are dark and unknown, but the surroundings are hard to penetrate."
"There are those who are not stained by the mud, who create new things and cleanse the jade world."
"God rewards hard work, and virtue brings good things."
"If you work hard, you will never get any harvest."
"When I was young, I learned new ideas, and they entered my heart. I never repented. My wonderful music is loved by those who know it."
"When she reached the age of marriage, her hair appeared in my eyes, her voice was extraordinary, and the Qilian Mountains were radiant at night."
When reading this poem, Hu Tao and Mo Ran glanced at Xin Yan briefly, but their glances were fleeting to avoid being discovered.
Hu Tao took a sip of tea and said, "Mr. Mo Ran's literary background is indeed not much weaker than that of Mr. Zhongli."
"Master Hu, you are too kind." Even after talking for so long, Mo Ran did not feel dry in the mouth. Instead, he became more interested and asked, "Again?"
"Okay, come!" Hu Tao put the teacup back, turned around and went back to the battlefield, saying, "I saw flowers blooming halfway along the road, so I stopped and looked away."
"To know a flower is to know that its heart is not narrow."
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Mo Ran and Hu Tao were actually very happy, but it was the referees who were having a hard time. They kept throwing sentences at them one after another, and the noise in their ears was as noisy as the buzzing of mosquitoes.
Paimon couldn't hold on any longer, so he lay in Ying's arms and fell into a deep sleep. The latter gently stroked his soft hair, feeling very satisfied.
Kong supported his chin with both hands and listened with great interest, especially the movements and tone of voice when the two people were reciting poems, which made them show a unique flavor.
Mo Ran didn't move much, his feet didn't even leave the ground, but Hu Tao was different. He sometimes looked up at the sky, and sometimes wandered around the venue.
Or maybe she would jump onto Mo Ran's back, but because of the similar clothes and the big difference in body shape, she looked like a kind old father, who was alone with her naughty daughter.
Keqing's eyes were very bright, and they became brighter with each line of poetry.
Yun Jin had a similar expression, her eyes seemed to contain stars in the sky, so bright and dazzling.
Xin Yan had long since turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside, and was only thinking about the performance later in the day. She couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of being able to perform at such a big festival as the Sea Lantern Festival.
"Dad, Mom, I will prove to you that rock music can be something that everyone likes. I am not wasting my time on it. I can also make money to support my family!"
She reached out and grasped the guitar on her back. She and it would step onto the performance venue together, and together, they would shine with their own unique brilliance under the spotlight of the crowd.
While he was thinking, the poetry battle between the two men in black had come to an end. After this duel, one of them was still calm and composed, while the other's throat was smoking. The winner was clear to see.
Hu Tao hurried to the Hall of Rebirth, brewed a cup of tea that was seven-tenths full, then picked up the teapot and drank half of it directly, then said softly.
"It really quenches my thirst!"
Hu Tao held the brewed tea in both hands, stopped jumping, and walked steadily to the other man in black clothes. He bowed slightly and offered the tea to him.
Mo Ran smiled and nodded, took the tea, took a sip, and said, "Is this tea something Zhongli took from my house?"
"Hey, guest official Zhongli would actually do such petty theft!" Hu Tao's eyes showed surprise, but if the corners of his mouth were not raised so obviously, perhaps people could turn a blind eye to it.
Mo Ran didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After sighing, he shook his head and said with a smile, "Master Hu, when did you become so bad at acting?"
Hu Tao stretched himself, put his arms behind his head, and said with a grin, "They say life is like a play. If I don't act, I'm not myself! If that's the case, I might as well give it to the me who is no longer in my life. Anyway, this tea has been opened, and there's no way I can give it back!"
"Haha, no matter when, Master Hu's twisted logic seems to have no end." Mo Ran looked towards the north. It was the same last time. When he was talking to Hu Tao, he missed his old friend.
"Sir, what you said is wrong. If it is a fallacy, you will not accept it? But if it is the truth, do you accept it?" Hu Tao's head shook, but the words he said were clear to the ears, like the sound of thunder.
Mo Ran just smiled it off.
Hu Tao is a person who speaks most of the facts in the world in a joking tone, because she believes in one thing: the world is what she sees.
Then as long as she is happy every day and lives her whole life in this world, that is, happy, most of the things that made her sad had disappeared after the old hall master returned and the Eye of God appeared.
If this is the case, why should we live in grief every day? Although the deceased are resting in peace, they may be somewhere, watching over the people they miss the most.
Hu Tao kept thinking that if her grandfather came back, he would definitely not want to see her crying, and he definitely would not want the foundation of Wangsheng Hall to be ruined in her hands.
Then she would go out to the streets every day with a smile on her face to sell her business. Even if there were only the funeral attendants and guest officials from the Wangsheng Hall and a few others around her, she didn't care and she wasn't afraid.
The Eye of God on Walnut's back shines brightly. I don't know if it's the lingering thoughts of the deceased that makes it glow, or if it's the bright light shining up because of the bright sunshine.