The Legend of Immortal Yun

"Master Li Yun has published another new poem!"

A group of girls, each holding a stack of silk in their hands, appeared among various clubs in Tingchao College. Soon, all the silk in their hands was snatched away by the teachers and classmates.

After Li Yun's song "One Cut Plum" was taken back by Chen Sichun and others, with their active promotion, it quickly became popular throughout the college and quickly spread to the entire Tingchao City like a plague.

Li Yun's fame exploded in the sky like fireworks, quickly lighting up the entire city.

"There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart."

Many harem-laden women recited this poem, always in grief, with tears streaming down their faces.

In teahouses, restaurants, Goulan theaters, and markets, anyone who can't recite "Yijian Mei" will be looked down upon.

Many people were not clear about the meaning of the poem's title "A Cut of Plum" and mistook plum blossoms for the author's poetic expression. As a result, they frantically bought plum blossoms, causing the price of plum blossoms in the city to skyrocket. Even the plum blossoms planted in some people's homes were sold out. People sneak in and steal.

Plum blossoms have inadvertently become an important symbol of love between men and women.

Men who go in and out of brothels would be too embarrassed to go in without holding a plum blossom in their hands.

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"There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart."

In Tingchao Pavilion, Xianxian stared at the silk in front of her blankly, and kept reciting this poem, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her tears flowed secretly.

The cute and witty young man somehow came back to her mind. She couldn't help but pick up the pipa, play it with her delicate hands, and start composing music for this poem.

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"There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart."

A petite and cute girl gently read this poem and asked: "Father, is this poem really good?"

"Yes, it's really well written!"

"Did you write it?"

"A father cannot write such a good poem."

"Who wrote that?"

"He is your future husband."

"What is husband-in-law?"

"Well... you'll know when you grow up."

"Then I want to grow up quickly!"

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"There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart."

A pretty girl was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, and murmured: "No, if this continues, I will almost lose sleep. Could it be...do I really fall in love with him? How is it possible?!"

Chen Sichun, as her name suggests, is thinking about spring these days. Unfortunately, the person she loves is Li Yun, who is four or five years younger than him and only half her height. This makes her feel extremely depressed.

She got angry, turned over, sat on the futon and meditated.

Unexpectedly, not long after, her mind was filled with the poems "When Will the Bright Moon Come" and "One Cut of Plum Blossoms", which made her so angry that she sighed and fell down.

In fact, many girls and even many boys in Tingchao College are similar to Chen Sichun at this moment. They are simply obsessed with these two poems, and they feel a little distracted and absent-minded every day.

This is the power of poetry!

A good poem, or a good word, can directly touch people's hearts and resonate with their souls.

Li Yun comes from a world of scientific and technological civilization. This world once had the peak period of poetry creation and produced countless talented poets and lyricists. They are like stars in the sky, lighting up the sky of history.

A poem they left behind represents an era, or even the highest cultural peak of a technologically civilized world. This is their best gift to mankind.

Many of these poems were deeply engraved in Li Yun's mind. Of course, many that he could not remember were kept in Xiaoxing's think tank and would never be lost.

Now, he just picked two songs from them, and they have already caused an uproar in Tingchao City, which he did not expect.

Because, he is currently surrounded by boys, girls, and even almost all the women from the Li family, asking for autographs.

"Hazy...are these people crazy?"

Li Yun got up in the morning and was about to go to the martial arts training ground. Unexpectedly, the door was already full of people, some he knew and some he didn't know, but without exception, all of them were holding a piece of snow-white silk in their hands, asking for his autograph.

When these men and women of the Li family heard that the great poet Li Yun, who had become famous like a comet recently, was actually one of their own Li family members, they were all ecstatic.

Chasing stars is a must, but how to prove that you have chased stars naturally requires some tokens.

Therefore, asking for signatures became a necessity. They all took out their best silks, some of which were even close-fitting, ready for Li Yun to sign on them and then show them off to others. For them, Li Yun's signature will be a priceless treasure.

"What should I do? This day is really unbearable! I just sent away a few girls, but now a group of girls have arrived!" Li Yun hurriedly slipped back.

"Master, what a great opportunity!" Xiaoxing said suddenly.

"What a good opportunity?! I almost have a headache."

"An opportunity to earn black stones."

"You mean..."

"That's right, one signature requires a low-grade mysterious stone. Don't be afraid of charging more, they might take it outside, resell it, and get even more!"

"It makes sense. Anyway, they won't leave without getting the signature. I've done this business!" Li Yunxun said with a snort.

When he went to the door, he found that his best friend Li Meng was among them. He immediately opened the door and called him in, and explained to him.

When Li Meng heard this, he nodded repeatedly, stood guard at the door, and said loudly: "Everyone, listen up! Xiao Yunzi said that whoever wants to sign must hand over a low-grade black stone. After getting the signature, he must leave immediately, otherwise he will not give it again in the future. sign."

Buzz!

The crowd immediately became commotion and shouted: "I will hand over the mysterious stone! I will hand over the mysterious stone! I will hand over the mysterious stone!"

"Don't be anxious, come one by one and line up!" Li Meng quickly directed the crowd to wait in line. He was responsible for collecting the mysterious stones and signing autographs. He was very busy!

Seeing this, Li Wei had no choice but to come over to help and was responsible for adding ink.

These people got the signatures, and after they left, some brought black stones and silk to ask for signatures. Some people outside the Li family even learned the information and immediately entrusted them to ask for signatures. As a result, the team did not decrease and could not be seen again. At the end of the day, it was always busy from morning to night.

Li Yun was reluctant to sign autographs. When he was about to die, he saw the shiny low-grade black stones piled up like a hill, but he gritted his teeth and persisted.

He held a mid-grade black stone in one hand to absorb energy, and a brush in the other to sign. The more he wrote, the more he looked like a rich man.

Li Wei's eyes almost bulged from the sight, and he kept adding ink for him, thinking secretly: "A signature is a piece of low-grade black stone. It seems that this ink is too valuable, so I need to polish it more."

In the evening, when he couldn't hold on any longer, Li Yun stopped writing and asked Li Meng to inform those people that that was the end of the day. Those who needed it could come back tomorrow.

The crowd slowly dispersed reluctantly.

"A total of thirty-five thousand three hundred and thirty-eight pieces of low-grade mysterious stones!" The three of them counted them, and Li Wei shouted loudly.

Li Yun rewarded Li Meng with a thousand pieces of low-grade mysterious stones, which frightened Li Meng. In the end, he refused, picked up ten pieces of low-grade mysterious stones and ran away.

"This kid is quite simple." Li Wei nodded as he watched Li Meng leave.

"Let's help him again if we have the chance in the future." Li Yun said with a smile.

"Yun'er, your income in this day is almost more than your father's lifetime income. It's incredible!" Li Wei marveled.

"No way, it's hard for people to find money, but it's easy to find money from people. That's the truth!" Li Yun smiled bitterly and shook his hands, feeling extremely sore.

"Should we continue tomorrow?" Li Wei's eyes flashed and he asked expectantly.

"No, we can't do this anymore!"

"Why?"

"The demand came a bit suddenly today, when the popularity was booming, so I satisfied them without hesitation. However, if we want these signatures to continue to increase in value and make them feel that they are worth their money, we have to reduce the supply and increase the value of the signatures. value."

"That makes sense!" Li Wei nodded in approval.

"So, I will suspend signatures. After a few days, I will publish a few more poems to increase my popularity. At that time, I will supply a limited number of signatures and increase the fee per signature, so that I can collect Xuanshi for a long time." Li Yun analyzed .

"Yun'er knows the ropes well!" Li Wei was dumbfounded and admired sincerely.

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The next day, there were still many people lingering at the gate of the courtyard, but they saw a notice posted on the door, which said, "Mr. Li Yun was too tired yesterday and is ill, so it is inconvenient to sign. If you need it, please come back another day."

After Li Yun meditated for a night, he felt refreshed.

After breakfast, I thought for a while, put on a big scarf, covered half of my face, slipped out of the back door of my father's study, and quietly came to the door of the classics room.

"Grandpa Huai, I'm here to return these two classics."

"Okay! Why did you cover your face?"

"Afraid of the wind."

"It seems there is no wind."

"Yes, not even a little bit of wind."

"That's a little strange."

"Yes, I feel puzzled too."

"Here, grandpa will take a look at it for you."

"No need, it'll be fine in a few days. It's like this every time."

"So that's it. By the way, my little granddaughter asked me to ask you for an autograph. She said she had something to do outside yesterday and couldn't come back. Today I heard that you were sick again."

"Excuse me, Grandpa Huai, who is your granddaughter?"

"Li Ruoyu."

"No problem, I'll come over and bring it to you next time."

"Okay! If you write another poem for her, I will let you go to the third floor, haha!"

"Thank you Grandpa Huai!"

Li Yun was so happy that he almost ran home to write immediately. However, he resisted the urge, walked into the public area, and started reading.

This is a reading action that he has planned for a long time. With so many classics, there are always some parts that he has missed. These missed knowledge may play a key role at some point in the future. If they can all be stored in Xiaoxing's Think tanks can be called upon at any time, so that their value can be unleashed.

He looked at it, starting from the first row of display cabinets, and started flipping through one book after another.

There were not many people in the public area today, and the few who remained were absent-minded, whispering together from time to time. Li Yun occasionally listened and found that they were all talking about his two poems, and he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart, "Hehe. Hee, it seems you were very smart to cover your face."

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