Novel Full Chapter 1784
Chapter 1784: 1443 special channel: Losing The Chance for Enlightenment, Gaining Marriage with Senior Sister Chapter 1784: 1443 special channel: Losing The Chance for Enlightenment, Gaining Marriage with Senior Sister ps: I need fifteen minutes to check for typos.
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Cliff of Broken Hearts.
In the Spirit Herb Garden.
Jiang Hao sat under a simple wooden house, quietly brewing tea.
Wan Xiu looked at the wooden house and asked, “How many years has this wooden house been standing? Why hasn't it fallen?”
“I have studied architecture,” Jiang Hao said seriously,
“So I rebuilt it, and the wood is no ordinary wood; it can last for several hundred years.”
“That's quite talented and artistic, shouldn't you compose a poem about such beauty?” Wan Xiu asked.
“How about one about a beauty, if not for us then for your partner, right?” Senior Brother followed up.
Wan Xiu nodded in agreement, “Indeed, we should give something, right?”
Jiang Hao looked at them and said, “There is such a poem, want to see it?”
“Let's see,” said Wan Xiu excitedly, taking out his brush and ink, “Come, write it down.”
Jiang Hao picked up the brush and pondered for a moment.
Eventually, he wrote down the complete lines of the poem.
Moments later, Jiang Hao put the brush down.
Wan Xiu and Senior Brother immediately picked it up to read.
There were only four short lines on it.
Clouds like clothes, flowers like appearance,
Spring wind strokes the threshold, dew is thick.
If not seen on the top of the mountain of jewels,
Would meet under the moon of the jade palace.
The two exchanged glances, then picked up their drinks.
It seemed that the poem enhanced the flavor of the drink.
After finishing a pot, they looked at Jiang Hao and said, “On the day of a grand wedding, there will be no chance later to offer blessings, why not write a few more?”
Jiang Hao: “…”
It wasn't that he couldn't.
After all, these two were seniors who came for his sake.
Many people toast to laugh three times, for history, I, Jiang Hao Tian.
But these two must have come simply for the poetry.
For himself, of course.
Moreover, the poetry wasn't his own.
“Shall I write down some that I have heard my father recite?” Jiang Hao asked.
The two were delighted.
It didn't matter who wrote them, as long as there were good poems.
Thus, Jiang Hao picked up the brush and started writing.
Broad cloth wraps my career, belly full of poems and books, exuding elegance.
Long yearning turns to long remembrance, short yearning has no end.
A roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring ninety thousand miles straight up.
Draw the sword to interrupt water, water flows on; lift the cup to drown sorrows, sorrows deepen.
Today's people do not see the ancient moon, the ancient moon once shone upon ancient people.
Life everywhere, what does it resemble? It should be like a swan treading through snowy mud.
Wan Xiu and Senior Brother were surprised by these lines.
Subsequently, Wan Xiu asked, “Do you have a complete one?”
Jiang Hao smiled, then wrote down another one.
The wind is brisk, the sky is high, and the monkeys mournfully cry, by the clear isle, on white sand, birds fly back.
Endlessly falling leaves whirl down sorrowfully, while the endless Yangtze surges forward.
Thousands of miles of saddening autumn are ever present, a hundred years of sickness alone I climb the platform.
Struggling through the hard disillusion of frosty hair, dispirited, newly we stop the muddy wine cup.
Thus, Jiang Hao put down his brush, smiling, “That's all, I can't remember anymore.”
Can't remember?
The two rolled their eyes–who has ever heard of an immortal forgetting?
But they didn't say much more, just looked at the verses and started drinking.
They continued discussing these lines as they drank.
Their artistic sense was basic, but they indulged their taste.
Jiang Hao brewed tea, drinking it himself.
He didn't like drinking wine.
So, he was quite a dull person.
Looking back, he seemed to have no friends.
Even now, as he was about to get married, he couldn't find anyone he wanted to invite.
Jiang Hao looked up at the sky, not knowing if it was his aloofness or his lack of deep emotions.
But…
Everything was his own choice.
This path was the one he had taken.
He would have to keep walking it by himself.
Be it lively or quiet.
This path was an inevitable part of his life, changing the trajectory of his life.
The Tao was like this too; the path once envisioned might face sudden changes one day.
Changing everything.
The Tao is not just a path, but also a connection.
Fortune, variables, all included.
To walk far enough, one must understand and control these.
Stretching the path of the Tao, embracing all phenomena.
In an instant, Jiang Hao felt the seed within him begin to sprout, a fresh Tao aura swirling inside him like a dam-bursting river, ready to erupt and cover everything, proclaiming its presence.
As if it wanted all existence to hear its voice.
Brilliant light, radiant in myriad colors.
About to burst out of the body.
However…
“Cough cough!”
Jiang Hao coughed uncomfortably.
There was even a taste of blood in his mouth.
The Tao within him had just burst forth, a clarity he had never experienced nearly plunging him into sudden enlightenment.
But it had been two months, and forward realizations were unlikely.
He forcibly pressed it down.
Normally, repression was nothing; this time, his body's reaction was too severe.
It even caused his Tao to be damaged.
Fortunately, it was not severe, and it recovered in a blink.
Drunk, Wan Xiu and the others looked at Jiang Hao with furrowed eyebrows.
They had just sensed a strange aura but had not had time to perceive it closely before it disappeared.
They found it odd.
“Fellow disciple Jiang, what were you doing just now?” Wan Xiu curiously asked.
Jiang Hao chuckled lightly,
“Nothing much, just gained a slight insight into the Tao, almost fell into sudden enlightenment.
“Luckily, I failed.”
Luckily he failed? Senior Brother was somewhat bewildered.
Was he drunk? Using 'luckily' for failing an enlightenment?
Considering he was intoxicated.
So, they no longer asked and continued drinking and discussing.
Jiang Hao continued drinking tea.
Until Wan Xiu and the others, while drinking and discussing, started arguing.
Subsequently, Senior Brother was thrown out.
Thrown into the river outside.
He seemed to have forgotten he was a fellow disciple and started calling for help.
After all these years, he still hadn't learned how to swim.
Thus, Jiang Hao looked up at the sky, noticing it was getting late.
He got up and returned to his residence.
Upon arrival, he saw a figure in red and white sitting under the Immortal Peach Tree, silent.
“Senior sister, why are you here?” Jiang Hao walked over and asked.