Golden Summoner

After Xia Ping'an finished reciting a poem, Aunt Gongsun's face became complicated. Aunt Gongsun looked at the lake outside the boat with some sadness, and murmured to herself, "The golden millet heap has been arched, and the stone city grass in Qutang has been raised." Desolate. The festival is in a hurry and the songs come to an end. The joy is extremely sad and the moon comes out in the east." With these two lines of poem, two tears fell from my eyes without knowing it.

In the painting boat, everyone looked at Xia Pingan and then at Aunt Gongsun. Those who had not finished the poem yet stopped helplessly and stopped struggling. In such a short period of time, even if they finished another poem , it can't be better than the one Mei Zheng just made. In that case, why bother to show it again.

And looking at Aunt Gongsun's expression, she was clearly moved by this poem.

Aunt Gongsun only thought about it for a moment. After finding that everyone in the boat was silent and looking at herself and Xia Ping An, Aunt Gongsun suddenly smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I just thought about the past, and I was a little rude. Do you think How about this poem?”

Yang Qingchen originally felt that he had a chance to win, that he could dominate everyone here and win the summoning position, but he didn't expect that he didn't even have a chance to speak, and the result came out. Yang Qingchen held a breath in his heart, Naturally, he was a little unconvinced. After hearing what Gongsun said, Yang Qingchen immediately said, "I think the first half of this poem is good and amazing, but the second half of this poem, I think there is something wrong." , some parts are not clear yet, so I specifically want to ask Brother Mei for advice!"

"Oh, I wonder what Brother Yang is unclear about?" Xia Pingan asked calmly.

"The few lines of the poem after Brother Mei suddenly took a turn for the worse and became sad for some reason. There are also the eight thousand maids of the late emperor, and Gongsun was the first swordsman in the early years. In the past fifty years, it seems that the wind and dust have darkened the royal family. Isn't this a little unsuitable for the occasion? Also, I wonder who the late emperor was, so why did the royal family faint? These have nothing to do with Miss Gongsun..." Yang Qingchen began to get angry.

Xia Pingan blinked and spread his hands, "To be honest, I don't know who the late emperor was, but I just saw Miss Gongsun dancing with her sword, and the royal palaces appeared one after another. It was magnificent, and thousands of maids followed the sword. As for the dance, in the end the prosperity faded away, but there was a bright moon on the barren mountains, the remaining smoke ruined the city, the westerly wind blew thin grass, and the scenes in the sword dance were full of changes in artistic conception. I felt something in my heart, so naturally I wrote these few sentences!"

Seeing that Xia Ping'an could justify his explanation, Yang Qingchen smiled and said, "That's it!" After looking at the others, he stopped talking. He wanted to ask again. In the eyes of others, it turned out that It falls behind the inferior.

But if Yang Qingchen doesn't say it, someone will still say it.

Shu Longhui glanced at Xia Pingan coldly, with a slight smile on his face, "I don't know how Qutang Shicheng in the last few lines of the poem has anything to do with Miss Gongsun's sword dance, and whether Brother Mei calls himself an old man. Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, the Qutang Stone City is a dilapidated and desolate stone city that I saw in a secret realm of the void that I once visited. Because it is somewhat relevant to the final artistic conception of Miss Gongsun's sword dance, I used it. As for me... ..." At this point, Xia Ping'an glanced at Aunt Gongsun, and said in an old-fashioned way, "Miss Gongsun is beautiful, and she looks young at first glance. She is in her prime years. As for me, alas, I have gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes in the cold and summer. Years old, a heart is no longer young. In front of Miss Gongsun, it is not inappropriate for me to call myself an old man. Mr. Shulong doesn’t look very old. If you really want to calculate by age, Mr. Shulong can actually call me It’s not an exaggeration to say uncle!”

Shu Longhui's eyes twitched. He didn't expect Xia Pingan to be so thick-skinned. He actually wanted to become his elder in one sentence. However, Shu Longhui couldn't find any objection to Xia Pingan's explanation. He could only shut up and stop talking.

Among all the people, only Shu Longxi was secretly holding back a smile.

The others looked at each other and couldn't find anything to say.

Seeing this situation, Aunt Gongsun smiled and said, "In that case, this summoning position will be given to Mr. Mei!"

"Thank you, Miss Gongsun!" Xia Ping'an saluted Aunt Gongsun slightly, then walked directly to the sculpture of Aunt Gongsun that was shining with rainbow color, and directly received the sculpture into the secret mandala.

The sculpture was strange. As soon as Xia Pingan received the sculpture into the secret mandala, the sculpture glowed with light, as if it had come to life. It flew straight to the temple of Xia Pingan's secret mandala. He found a place for himself and The other sculptures are juxtaposed.

With the appearance of Aunt Gongsun's sculpture in the temple, the upper limit of divine power in the sky caisson of Xia Ping'an Temple increased from 9186 points to 9236 points.

Xia Pingan, who put away his summoning position, returned to where he was sitting. A burst of divine power surged through his body, and he felt very comfortable.

If you want to advance to the Eight Yang Realm, you can't miss this opportunity. You can't reach a thousand miles without taking small steps.

Shu Longxi blinked at Xia Pingan, and Xia Pingan also blinked at her. The two of them had a tacit understanding and each smiled.

…

In the next few hours, everyone drank wine and discussed Taoism with Aunt Gongsun in the painted boat, listened to the piano and watched the scenery. The painted boat also sailed out of the lake, and unknowingly sailed into a big river, drifting down the river. After crossing thousands of mountains and rivers with ease, the boat finally stopped at a ferry at the foot of a mountain.

"There are still opportunities on this mountain. How many opportunities you can get depends on your fate. There are nine roads up the mountain. You can choose one to go up the mountain on your own..." After Aunt Gongsun explained to everyone, everyone left the painting boat and watched. When we arrived at the boat, we went down the river in the blink of an eye and disappeared behind the mountains.

After leaving the ferry, we walked along the stone steps at night. After walking hundreds of stone steps, we found a simple stone tablet on the side of the mountain road. On the stone tablet were written three characters "Zhenwu Mountain".

The stone steps behind the stone monument were divided into nine and turned into nine paths, leading to nine different directions in the mountain. The half-way up the mountainside was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the top of the mountain was not visible. Everyone could hear the sound of apes and birds chirping.

"Haha, everyone, I will take the first step..." Dao Jiuzhang laughed and walked directly towards the middle road alone.

Dao Ziyun chose the next road.

Everyone else looked at each other and each chose a path into the mountain.

"Be careful..." Shu Longxi glanced at Xia Pingan and reminded him.

"the same as you!"

"Don't worry, I'm also a summoner from the Nether Realm..." Shu Longxi smiled.

The two of them each chose a path into the mountain and separated.

The road Shu Longxi chose was shaded by trees, with twists and turns, heading to the left. The road Xia Ping'an chose went all the way up the mountain stream. After walking a hundred steps on the road, he and the Everyone separated, and no one else could be seen anymore. When Xia Pingan turned around, he found that the road he had walked before had disappeared. Behind him, there was a mist, a heavy fog, and the scenery was completely different from before, as if he was in a big place. In the formation, this means that you can't look back, you can only move forward.

Xia Pingan continued to walk up the mountain. After going several miles into the forest, Xia Pingan saw the sound of tigers roaring and birds singing in the forest in front of him. Xia Pingan stepped forward, passed through a forest, and saw the stream in front of him. , there was a small wooden house, and an old man with white hair was touching the head of a tiger on the grass in front of the small wooden house, and at the same time imitating the tiger's movements.

Next to the tiger, there was a crane flapping its wings. On a nearby big tree, an ape was swinging on the branches. A bear was sitting under the tree, gnawing on a fruit, and a brown elk. , eating grass next to the old man, five different animals coexisting in harmony here, which is very interesting.

The old man also saw Xia Pingan, stopped for a moment, and said hello to Xia Pingan in a friendly manner, "It's been a long time since young people came to this mountain. I wonder where this little brother comes from?"

"Oh, I'm from Longjiao City..." Xia Ping'an said and walked over, "What are you doing, father-in-law?"

The old man sighed with compassion, "There are so many hardships in the world. Old age, illness, and death are really a great suffering. I am looking for a way to relieve the suffering of the world in this mountain!"