Diary of Going North: When the Stars Shine in My Mind

Name: Diary of Going North: When the Stars Shine in My Mind
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Ch. 120 — 藏锋守拙，静待风起

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In the late Jiajing years, I, Shen Mo, was a bit noisy. Ever since I worshiped the ancestral jade pendant, my sea of consciousness has become a venue for fights between gods: Li Bai urged me to drink and write poems every day, Qin Shihuang wanted me to come to the world at every turn, Wang Yangming took advantage of every opportunity to question my conscience, Zhuangzi advised me to lie down, Xin Qiji shouted about the Northern Expedition... Oh, Liu Bang and Cao Cao, who had just moved in yesterday, were pulling their sleeves in the conference room over "how to politely kick each other out." They call this "blessing by ancestral spirits", but I just think it is "spiritual internal consumption and luxurious family bucket". Until I touched a sword mark left by Li Bai outside the city of Yangzhou, and accidentally lit up the "Poetry Sword" skill - using poetry as ink and all things as pen, I can "write" the mountains and rivers in my heart, the tastes on my tongue, and all the living beings in my eyes as a sharp edge towards reality. I thought I could live a cool life with this "cultured person fighting", but unexpectedly: Qin Niang, who was saved casually, is a key criminal of Jin Yiwei; The Confucian scholar I met by chance was a giant who had retired from the court; Even the ancestor in my mind who shouted "I'm 70%" seems to be quantumly entangled across time and space with Emperor Jiajing's scandal of cultivating immortality. Beauty scrolls hide murderous intent, and landscape poems are full of battlefields. And I, this poor scholar who holds court meetings and fights by writing poems in my head, who just wants to taste delicious food and see the beautiful scenery, I had to amidst the quarrels of my ancestors, Pull out that rusty sword, To this absurd yet real Ming Dynasty in front of me, I would like to say something softly: "Here comes the pen. Just one word from me can control the world and settle the storm."