Mystery Makes Me Strong

Then came Akhandeb's request.

Called Li Yuanfeng and asked for Qingzhu's communication method. The other party said that he was organizing the next batch of contacts and asked him to wait for two days.

Wen Rensheng agreed.

He remembered that Ahandeb had also mentioned an embarrassing incident about "Green Bamboo". He wanted to know a certain great writer, but it turned out to be a toilet chip, which made him laugh for hundreds of years.

It's really a turn of events now, and it's time for others to laugh at it.

Two days later, Wen Rensheng and a group of contemporary ancient literature masters entered the bamboo forest in the valley again.

There are still literati everywhere, and poems are lingering.

Fortunately, this time, without the doggerel from last time, they are all serious poems and even songs.

"White, white, white, a piece of white, white to the depths and naturally white..."

Sure enough...

After listening to the poems written by these people one by one, Wen Rensheng discovered that based on the skills of many poems, they are actually no worse than those famous poems in the previous life.

After all, this group of people are the elite of the elite. After rigorous and scientific training, how could the ancients have such an environment? They all learn by themselves with the teacher, and then rely on talent and hard work, coupled with environmental encounters, and finally come up with a few famous poems.

But it is precisely because of this that the connotation and artistic conception of these poems always seem a bit fake and lack real emotion.

After all, it is difficult for this group of people to have that kind of real experience.

Wen Rensheng thought about it. He didn't know how to communicate with Mr. Qingzhu. After all, he hadn't met him last time. He just carried a poem by Zheng Banqiao, and then he was sent to a room to choose a prize.

But last time I took away two doors from others, I wonder if I can see them again this time?

Sure enough, this time, seven or eight people disappeared into the valley one after another because of their poems. When they came back, all of them had bright eyes, and they were holding scrolls or books in their hands.

There is only one strange thing, and he took a broom.

Slightly inferior to him.

However, Wen Rensheng also carried a poem this time, but he was not summoned for a long time.

"Hey, this brother's poetry is so beautiful, why was it not selected by Mr. Qingzhu?" Someone next to him asked strangely.

"Yeah, I thought Xiongtai should be the first one to be selected, but I didn't expect that he didn't win. It's a pity (joy), what a pity (joy)." Another person said insincerely, the wrinkles on his face almost laughed Flowers.

Literati have been indifferent to each other since ancient times.

The others were also shaking their heads, as if regretting that Wen Rensheng's masterpiece was not in the eyes of noble people.

Wen Rensheng thought for a while, but had no choice but to make a big move.

He found a pair of scrolls and began to paint.

Of course, the content has nothing to do with the matter of raising money, he will not expose other people's scars, that kind of thing is too tasteless.

Not to mention, if you don't make it right, you will be silenced.

He just painted a picture of "Bamboo Blooming".

Before halfway through the painting, he disappeared.

"Ah, this painting is very ordinary. It is far worse than that poem. How can I still see him?" One person said in amazement.

"I remembered, Mr. Green Bamboo, he is tired of luxurious and colorful poems, and he also likes folk tunes." Someone said smartly.

"I see. Then I will make another ditty."

All of a sudden, another bunch of limericks appeared...

It was still in the same bamboo hut as last time.

There was still no one in the room, and many paintings and calligraphy hung on the walls were missing a lot.

"What's your matter, just tell me." It was the same voice as last time, but it seemed a little sullen.

"Oh, I am asking for help on behalf of a close friend of yours." Wen Rensheng then told the story of Ahandeb.

"I don't know it." The voice denied it directly.

No wonder Aihandeb didn't come to ask for help directly. It turned out that he would have refused.

Wen Rensheng sighed in his heart, even he was a little embarrassed.

"How can you save it?"

The voice fell silent.

Wen Rensheng also fell silent.

"I won't save it. The conditions you can provide are nothing more than poems and songs as adjustments. These things are just the joy of my life. I will not squander my origin with fun."

Wen Rensheng understood, and he didn't insist, so he nodded: "Okay, I understand."

"Hey, don't you stop begging?"

"In my whole life, I will only exchange at equal value and never beg for help."

"Very good, you have the character of a literati. It's just that you have such a character, why did you take away my door last time?"

"Because your threshold is the most expensive thing here."

"Oh, you do have a good eye."

The two then talked for a while, anyway, it was just talking about romance, Wen Rensheng is quite clear about these things, after all, the background is there.

At the end, the green bamboo said: "Although I can't save it, I can show you another way."

"Please also advise."

"There is a kind of spring that can heal the origin of our existence. It will be born in every new world. If you can find it, there is hope." Qingzhu then said.

"Then how to find it?" Wen Rensheng continued to ask.

"I can only describe its characteristics. As for how to find it, it's up to you. It's very round, and it spews upwards from the center, and can spew out nine water waves of different heights."

"Thank you sir for your advice."

Then Wen Rensheng left the bamboo house.

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Wen Rensheng returned to his home.

"How is it? Is there any result?" Ahandeb asked hurriedly.

Wen Rensheng explained the results of the communication.

"It really is. In fact, I don't have any hope. Our existence has no friends, let alone so-called rescue, just like..."

"It's like Jupiter and Saturn, if one is broken, the other won't save it." Wen Rensheng teased.

"Well, almost."

"Oh, it pointed out a way..." Wen Rensheng told the story of the spring again.

"Uh, I've heard of this thing, but it just needs the right time, place and people to appear." Ahandeb was a little delighted.

"Be clear."

"The right time of day is the time when everything is shrouded in mystery; the right location is the place where the most people gather; the harmony of people is the time when the minds of the creatures are most consistent." Ahandeb said carefully.

When Wen Rensheng heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Understood, I will find a way to find it."

"Well, you go."

Afterwards, the two broke off contact, and Wen Rensheng immediately asked Shi Shi to blackmail Aihandebula.

This old liar is lying to himself again!

And it went in such a big circle.

In fact, when Wen Rensheng heard about the "origin", he felt something was wrong.

Using the source of his own world to save a monster in a mysterious world, this may be done by others, how could he be willing to do it?

He's not a fool, he keeps it for himself, isn't it delicious?

Now it seems that this green bamboo must have been blackmailed by Aihandeb, and that's why such a big picture was made.

As for why he put it on himself, it is obviously because he has enough ability to realize this matter.

It's a pity that Ahandeb's only loophole is that it underestimates its own wisdom.

Alas, my intelligence is too high, and I can easily recognize this kind of trap.

The last time I was deceived was in my previous life, when I was too honest and too easy to trust others.