The core rule of poetry is the use of tones.

As long as this remains consistent, even in a different world, Xu Qi'an's poetry that he learned during his nine years of compulsory education could still be useful.

Xu Xinnian glanced at him and lifted his chin. "A bird in the sky, a worm on the ground. The bird swoops down, the worm reincarnates."

"Ha..." Xu Lingyue covered her mouth and giggled. But when Xu Qi'an glared at her, she blushed and lowered her head.

...He's so sarcastic, I really want to hit him. Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched. This was a poem he wrote when he was ten years old, which was used to educate the three Xu siblings (Xu Lingyin was still a tadpole at the time) by their aunt's father, the scholar grandfather.

One time, the scholar grandfather tested their poetry, and this masterpiece was born.

Aunt sneered, "Ning Yan, it's not that I look down on you, but the old Xu family only produced one seed for studying in a year. The handwriting of you two nephews is like a bug crawling."

"If you can't even write well, why bother writing poetry?" Aunt rolled her eyes, her posture full of charm.

Second Uncle was a little embarrassed and coughed. "Ning Yan, let's not get involved in the affairs of scholars. We're taking a break today. How about we work together in the yard?"

In other words, don't join in the fun, you don't understand the affairs of scholars, and you embarrass yourself and your father by being ridiculed by your mother-in-law.

"A thousand miles of yellow clouds, the sun setting in the west." Xu Qi'an said lightly.

Aunt rolled her eyes and lowered her head to drink porridge.

Second Uncle wiped the oil stain from his young daughter's mouth.

Xu Xinnian frowned, unable to tell anything from just one sentence, but it was already surprising that Xu Qi'an could write such a neat seven-character quatrain.

"The north wind blows the geese, snowflakes falling one by one."

Xu Xinnian was stunned, and a vivid scene appeared in his mind.

Xu Lingyue looked up, her lively and beautiful eyes staring at her cousin in surprise.

Xu Qi'an lowered his head to drink porridge, saying nothing.

"What about the rest? What about the rest?" Xu Xinnian urgently asked, feeling like he was listening to a storyteller in a teahouse. Just as the story was getting exciting, he suddenly slapped the table and said, "To know what happens next, please listen to the next episode."

It was maddening.

"I can't write poetry." Xu Qi'an looked at Aunt casually. He just felt that Aunt looked particularly dignified and beautiful today, and there was no hint of apology in it.

Aunt widened her Cardin eyes and turned to ask her son, "Is this poem good?"

Xu Lingyue said softly, "It's very artistic!"

Although she had limited education, she could still tell that the first two lines were excellent seven-character quatrains.

Seeing the attitudes of his daughter and son, Xu Pingzhi was shocked and stared at Xu Qi'an without blinking, with both surprise and expectation in his eyes.

"Don't worry about not having friends on the road ahead, the whole world knows you!" Xu Qi'an chewed on a fried dough stick and threw out the last two lines.

Snap... Xu Xinnian's chopsticks fell on the table."Don't worry about not having a confidant on the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you..." He muttered to himself, immersed in the artistic conception and unable to extricate himself.

Xu Lingyue's delicate body trembled, and goosebumps rose on the back of her hand.

Xu Pingzhi grinned, "Damn, why does it give me the creeps?"

Although Auntie was not convinced, she agreed with her husband's words.

The power of poetry lies in this, it is a spiritual shock, even for those who cannot write poetry, do not understand the rules of rhythm and rhyme, but when reading a masterpiece, they will still involuntarily get goosebumps.

This feeling often overwhelmed Xu Qi'an when he was studying, reading the classic poems in his Chinese textbooks.

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sunsets, the north wind blows geese and snowflakes, don't worry about not having a confidant on the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you."

Xu Xinnian couldn't help but stand up, with two excited blushes on his face, making him even more... charming.

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Such a masterpiece!

Although he was not good at poetry, as a scholar, who didn't aspire to write a hundred poems after drinking? When hearing good poetry and writing, he couldn't help but sing along and get excited.

"When did you start writing poetry?" Xu Xinnian stared at Xu Qi'an with bright, shocked, and questioning eyes.

"When did I say I couldn't write poetry?" Xu Qi'an laughed, "Can the poems I wrote during my enlightenment represent my current level? I have always been quite talented in poetry, just haven't shown it."

"It turns out that Ningyan is the seed of our Xu family's scholars," Uncle Xu was delighted, with a smile on his face, "If I had known earlier, I would have let you study and practice martial arts."

Auntie was not convinced and opened her mouth, but couldn't come up with a strong rebuttal.

No, if that were the case, I would not be able to write, and the second child would not be able to practice martial arts... Xu Qi'an knew that the original owner was a poor student, studying was just a waste of time, and it was better to drop out of school and work in construction.

Xu Xinnian was not suited for martial arts training either. Could he expect a tender and delicate pretty boy to lift weights and exercise?

"But, this poem was written by Ningyan. You can listen to it, but don't claim it as your own, Cijiu. It's not something that non-scholars should do," Uncle Xu said.

Xu Xinnian snorted and didn't bother to respond to his father. Was he that kind of person? He turned to Xu Qi'an and said, "Let me borrow this poem. I will explain that the poet is you."

The person who's courting death is me... Xu Qi'an nodded slightly, "Go ahead, use it to show off in front of others."

Of course, for a scholar, showing off in front of others is a must.

He originally planned to give this poem to Xu Xinnian to help him make connections with people. He didn't care who signed it. He wasn't a member of the literary circle, and poetry didn't have much effect on him. This was also the reason why he hadn't used poetry to show off in front of others for a month.

The environment didn't allow it.

Spending all day with a group of catchers who wielded knives and guns, it was better to teach them how to sing folk songs.

"What's the title of the poem?" Xu Xinnian asked....I forgot. Xu Qi'an's face stiffened. "This poem was written on a whim and has no name. Just make do with it."

...

After breakfast, Xu Xinnian led his father's beloved horse out of the backyard and hurried away. The uncle and nephew sparred in the courtyard, stopping when they reached a certain point.

"Not bad, you've made progress. If you want to improve further, you need to enter the Qi Refining realm. However, the energy needs to be generated through the interaction of heaven and earth," Xu Second Uncle took the towel handed to him by the servant and wiped his face. "Apart from medicinal baths, you also need a master in the Spiritual Refinement realm to open the Heavenly Gate for you. Otherwise, you will never enter the Qi Refining realm in your lifetime."

The Spiritual Refinement realm was the seventh rank in the martial path.

"What are you trying to say, Second Uncle?" Xu Qi'an wiped his sweat.

"I was born and died in the Battle of Mountains and Seas, accumulating military exploits and trading them for a master to open the Heavenly Gate for me to enter the Qi Refining realm. The second year after I returned home, Xinnian was born."

"Nowadays, the world is relatively peaceful, and you don't have the opportunity to accumulate military exploits. How can you enter the Qi Refining realm? If you don't enter the Qi Refining realm, how can you start a family?"

"Qi'an, Second Uncle is getting old. My only wish is to see you marry and have children, so I can be worthy of your deceased father."

"Let's take it one step at a time," Xu Qi'an said perfunctorily.

Apart from accumulating military exploits, there were other ways to advance, such as spending money.

Both medicinal formulas and masters could be obtained with silver.

As martial artists were forbidden by the court, the number of martial artists was strictly controlled. It was explicitly stated that Spiritual Refinement masters were not allowed to open the Heavenly Gate for anyone in private. If they wanted to open the Heavenly Gate for their own children, they had to report to the government.

However, the bureaucracy in the Great Feng was extremely corrupt, with officials and profiteers running rampant. The authority of the court was gradually weakening. Even if they did not dare to openly violate the law, many Spiritual Refinement masters would still look for trading partners on the black market.

Xu Qi'an worked hard to earn money, intending to use silver to replace military exploits.

Otherwise, what use was this iron rod if he was always stuck in the Essence Refinement realm?

Aunt led her two daughters over, standing under the eaves of the corridor and shouting, "Master, it's a warm day. Take Bell and Moon out for a walk."

Xu Second Uncle frowned. "I have something to do."

"Isn't today a day of rest?"

"I made an appointment to drink with my colleagues. I'm leaving soon. Otherwise, let Qi'an take them out to play."

The girls from scholarly families were usually kept in seclusion and couldn't go out casually.

The Xu family was a family of military commanders and didn't have such strict family education.

Xu Qi'an turned around and happened to meet the clear and bright eyes of the 28-year-old girl. The girl, who was even more beautiful than her peers, pursed her lips and lowered her head in shyness.

"I happen to have nothing to do," Xu Qi'an nodded.

Come to think of it, in my past life, I took my 16-year-old sister out for a walk in the 18-year-old "Golden Age." Of course, that sister couldn't compare to Xu Lingyue.Translation:

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