Poetry Bones

"My tutor does not teach topics but teaches cultivation of immortality. Cultivate the human world first" [Warm reminder: This book is biased towards the cultivation system, so readers please be patient. The first climax is in Chapter 89] When I was a tutor for a rich young man, my first words were: Stop doing the questions and find another way to live. Dragging him into the rift of time and space, he first stuffed him into Du Fu's dilapidated thatched cottage. In the heavy rain, he held the thatch and blocked the roof with Lao Du. He listened to the sigh of "A great shelter for the poor people in the world". When he was covered in mud and water, he chewed the poems more deliciously than rice. After another push, he looked at Li Bai at the banquet. With his drunken eyes, Li Bai raised his glass to the powerful people and yelled, "I will drink three hundred glasses at a time." When the wine was poured all over his body, he laughed and said that this was a hundred times more exciting than a party. Finally, I pushed him onto the dragon chair of the Southern Tang Dynasty. He held Li Yu's pen and wrote in front of the bronze mirror, "The carved railings and jade blocks should still be there." His fingertips traced the cold edge of the mirror, and he suddenly understood how heavy the three words "Zhu Yan Gai" were. He thought it was role-playing every time, but he didn't know that every time he 'became', it was carving something into his bones. It wasn't until I handed over the secret book of cultivation and he accepted it smoothly that I lazily said: "The foreplay is over, let's get real." When the cracks of doom opened, I pointed to the sky: "The rain you blocked in the thatched cottage, the wine you drank at the banquet, the words written on the dragon's chair - now, use them to catch the world." He looked at the collapsing clouds, still holding Li Yu's pen in his hand, and was confused: "You treat me like an ancient man, and was you abducted to save the world?"