Chapter 30: Songs and Poems (Part 2)
"Mr. Shang!"
The cheers of the crowd finally made him regain some clarity of mind. The legendary Shang Xiufang had appeared.
The dress she wore was nothing more than a blue long skirt, but when she wore it, she had indescribable charm in it. Every move she made was like something out of a painting or a poem.
Especially that kind of extremely lazy temperament, which implies a charm that can captivate everyone. After she appeared, the whole world seemed to revolve around her and evolved into countless lives. Even though Zhang Xuanning had seen countless beauties in modern times, he couldn't help but feel amazed.
As soon as Shang Xiufang appeared, she captured everyone's attention. No matter what the people present were doing, they were unconsciously attracted by her, and the whole scene suddenly became silent.
Stimulated by this, the evil energy that had been slowly rising in the body suddenly rushed into the brain with a "boom". Countless incredible feelings attacked Zhang Xuanning, almost making him feel like he had fallen into an incomparable abyss. He was unable to struggle, but he still retained some thinking power.
Heavenly Demonic Power?
No, that's not it. Once the Heavenly Demonic Power is used, a bottomless deep hole will appear around the force field, causing people within the area to feel a terrible sensation of falling forward. It also makes people realize clearly that if they fall into it, there is no way back.
This force field is more at a spiritual level. Its power lies not in invasion but in inspiring the same emotions through an incomprehensible resonance.
Zhang Xuanning tried desperately to struggle, but he felt the evil spirit becoming more and more heavy, drowning him. He unconsciously showed a struggling look, but at this time, everyone was attracted by Shang Xiufang and no one noticed him.
Shang Xiufang has started dancing. As her dress flutters, her white hands appear like orchids, brushing behind her. Then she stands on one foot and spins out, her gauze skirt fluttering with the dance. Her expression changes with the dance, but no matter how it changes, whether it is anger, resentment, or laughter, it always attracts people's hearts, making them unconsciously immersed in it and intoxicated.
Just listen to her singing:
Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never comes back?
Don’t you see the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned white in the evening?
When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest; don’t leave your golden cup facing the moon empty.
I was born to be useful, even if I lose all my money I will get it back.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and at the party you must drink three hundred cups.
Huang Guanzi, please persuade Kou Xu, and don't stop drinking.
I will sing a song for you, please listen attentively.
Bells, drums, delicacies and jades are not expensive, I just wish to be drunk forever and never wake up.
Since ancient times, all saints and wise men have been lonely, only drinkers leave their names.
In the past, King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine and had a lot of fun.
Why does the host say that he has little money? I must buy some wine to drink with you.
I will call my servant to go out and exchange my colorful horses and furs worth thousands of gold for good wine so that we can share our eternal sorrow.
Through the artistic conception of the poem, Shang Xiufang's heart was immersed in the deity. The geometry of life was like a dream, and she was also full of passion and joy. The joy of life was created in such a world.
Zhang Xuanning let out a "boom". In an instant, he felt her singing and dancing merged with his own state of mind. Countless joys, sorrows, old grudges, and new sorrows filled his heart. As one wave went away, another wave was born again.
Countless fragments of life appeared in his mind one by one, including the fear of life and death, the yearning for love, and the determination in making choices. Unconsciously, his evil spirit boiled like the sea and he could no longer control himself.
At this moment, the singing and dancing suddenly stopped, and the entire created world disappeared. Shang Xiufang stood among the crowd. The whole hall was silent for a moment. No one was moved or fascinated by her, and no one had any doubts about Shang's artistic attainments anymore.
After waiting for a while, there was thunderous applause.
Xu Shanxin sat up, stroked his white beard, and said with a chuckle: "Since ancient times, saints and wise men have all been lonely, only drinkers have left their names. This is the song of "Drinking Song" that has recently become famous all over the world, Master Shang, you are worthy of being Master Shang. With you celebrating my 58th birthday, I have no regrets."
Shang Xiufang bowed slightly , her bright eyes moving with a hint of confusion: "Mr. Xu, did you know that the author of this poem is also at the table today?"
"Oh, is that true? How come I didn't know that?" Xu Shanxin was startled and asked, "Where is it? Please come up quickly!"
"Oh, this is my invitation. Please don't mind it, sir!" Hou Xibai said with a smile. He was a romantic and free-spirited person, and was famous among the wealthy families.
"Such a young talent, why would you mind? Please come quickly. Young Master Hou has invited such a distinguished guest, why don't you let me see him?"
Shang Xiufang turned around, walked down the stairs slowly, bowed slightly to a person in the middle seat, and said, "Please invite Master Zhang up!"
As she walked down the stairs, everyone present focused their eyes on her. Until she said this, they immediately focused their eyes on the seat she was looking at.
The minor official at the table was totally at a loss, not knowing what to say. Beside him, Zhang Xuanning's mind was completely confused, but under the gaze of hundreds of people, he stood up leisurely and said loudly to the stage: "Zhang Xuanning greets Lord Xu, and greets all the gentlemen."
He did not even bow to show respect but just spoke with his hands clasped, which was actually very rude. However, at this moment, everyone felt that the young man had a calm and majestic temperament, as if his greeting was very appropriate and natural.
Xu Shanxin had been an official for decades, and was also a senior official, often serving in the emperor's household. He had seen countless heroes. He was also surprised at this moment, but remained calm. He just stroked his beard and smiled: "What a handsome young man, he is really rare in the world. Come, take the seat of honor!"
"Brother Zhang, today is Mr. Xu's birthday. Since we are the guest, do you have any poems that will be sung by the world?" Hou Xibai stepped forward and said.
"Of course I have poems, but I would also like you to pour wine for me, and ask Mr. Shang to play some music for me, how about that?" Zhang Xuanning laughed, sat down directly, and then said.
"Boom!" Everyone present started talking about it. This was no small matter. If there was a good poem, it would naturally be a romantic story. But if there was no top-notch poem, it would be a laughing stock for the world.
But at this moment, Zhang Xuanning's mind was both extremely confused and extremely clear. It was difficult to explain how crazy he was. He just felt that acting in this way was a matter of course.
"You can ask me to pour wine, but let's see what poems you have to tell today!" Hou Xibai closed the fan with a snap, his eyes showing great interest.
Shang Xiufang stepped forward with a smile and said, "In that case, let Xiufang play a song first."
As she spoke, she stepped forward, played the zither and plucked the strings. Suddenly, music flowed out like running water, passing through the entire hall drop by drop, and flowed into Zhang Xuanning's ears. For some reason, all of a sudden, he felt countless pains attacking his heart, as if suddenly, countless unrecallable regrets emerged, and he almost burst into tears.
The wine had been poured. Zhang Xuanning did not say anything, but just laughed and drank it in one gulp. He drank three cups in a row. Then he felt an evil spirit surrounding him. His joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were like the tides. He did not know where his body and mind were, but he was already singing poems.
"Heaven and earth are the inns of all things. Time is the passer-by of a hundred generations. And life is like a dream, how much joy can there be? The ancients held candles and wandered at night, and there was a good reason for that. The kindness of the people called me with smoke and scenery, and the earth lent me with writing. Meet in the fragrant garden of peaches and plums, and write about the joy of family. The handsome men of the younger generation are all Huilian; I am the only one who sings and sings, ashamed of Kangle. The quiet appreciation has not yet ended, and the lofty conversation has become clearer. Set up a banquet to sit among the flowers, and drink wine under the moon. Without good works, how can I express my elegant thoughts? If the poem is not completed, the punishment is to drink wine according to the number of Jingu wine."
As soon as the first few lines of the poem came out, Xu Shanxin could not help applauding. When the words "If the poem is not completed, the punishment will be the number of wines in Jingu" came out, he laughed out loud and was extremely happy.
Life should be like this, drinking and having fun, isn't it joyful?
“The world is the inn of all things; time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. Life is like a dream, how much joy can there be!” Hou Xibai was suddenly shocked, and felt that he was in the romantic world among flowers. At this state, he really got the true meaning of flowers and moon. For thousands of years, everything in the world was controlled by the heart.
All of a sudden, it was like a sudden enlightenment. He could no longer control himself, and his true energy gushed out. The inner demons he had experienced when he met Master Feixuan before seemed to be cleared up all at once, and his whole body felt relaxed. The feeling was indescribable.
