Book of Disaster

Swish!

Bai Qi suddenly stretched out his big foot, stepped over the table in front of him, and picked up a bottle of wine from the table.

You can tell these white porcelain and gold-painted bottles are worth a lot of money just by looking at the workmanship. Besides, since you are here, it would be a shame not to taste the fine wine served by the protagonist of the banquet.

——Even if you are going to die, you can’t die with an empty stomach. It would be in vain, right?

"Gulp gulp..., good wine!"

Bai Qi's eyes lit up and he picked up a bottle of fine wine on the table.

"What a rebellious person!"

Seeing this scene, several imperial censors in the crowd were so angry that their eyelids twitched.

This man who has no respect for his king or father is so outrageous!

However, the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty in the hall did not say anything, so they naturally did not want to interrupt. They just secretly made up their minds that after Bai Qi failed and made a fool of himself, they would severely report the Bai family.

After a few big mouthfuls, the delicious taste lingered on his lips and teeth. Amid the contemptuous gazes of the crowd, Bai Qi finally picked up the white jade python dragon brush on the table, dipped the snow-white brush tip into thick ink, and walked to the blank paper that the palace maid had hung for him above the hall.

The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. At this moment, Bai Qi, who was only fifteen years old, became the focus of everyone's attention.

Everyone was waiting for his poems.

Even the old master couldn't help but look at him.

Bai Qi didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and thought silently.

Suddenly, a strange look in the crowd caught his attention, and Bai Qi subconsciously looked up.

Above the main hall, not far from the Emperor of the Great Yuan Dynasty, surrounded by many palace maids and guards, a young girl with an extremely beautiful face, about seventeen or eighteen years old, obviously of extraordinary status, dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, was holding her head high, looking down at him from above.

Unlike others, Bai Qi felt deep malice in the eyes of the girl in palace dress, as if she was gloating over someone else's misfortune.

"...Look at this outfit, is she a princess of the Yuan Dynasty?"

Bai Qi said secretly, but he didn't understand where the other party's malice came from.

Suddenly, in a trance, countless blurry images flashed through his mind, and Bai Qi suddenly felt that this girl was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere else before.

But it was only a moment before Bai Qi came back to his senses and his gaze once again fell on the blank piece of paper hanging in front of him.

Bai Qi was drunk and bleary-eyed, but with the help of the alcohol in his mind, he finally wrote the first line.

"If the sky didn't love wine, the wine star wouldn't be in the sky!"

These words were written in a flamboyant and graceful manner in one breath. The first line of words was like the mighty Yangtze River, gushing out from its source with great momentum, pouring down. A vast breath hit our faces, and the whole meteorological pattern was suddenly completely different.

Many poems were presented during this Lantern Festival, but most of them were either about current events, praising the wine for its delicious taste, or using the wine as an excuse to criticize current affairs and advise the emperor.

One or two articles would be fine, but when there are too many, it becomes a bit boring and loses interest.

Bai Qi had said before that he wanted to compose a poem as a tribute, but everyone thought he was just young and wanted to show off in front of everyone, so they didn't take it seriously at all. But when the first sentence came out, the atmosphere was immediately completely different from the monotonous poems in the hall.

Stand out from the crowd.

The civil officials in the hall who originally had a look of contempt suddenly changed their expressions, becoming less contemptuous and more solemn.

“Great poem, great calligraphy!”

Not to mention this poem, Bai Qi's handwriting alone was different from any other font they had ever seen. It was unique and separate.

Bai Qi took in everyone's reactions and smiled in his heart.

People in the 21st century are getting worse with each generation. Bai Qi has seen many handwritings by the new generation, and they look like claw marks, so ugly that it is unbelievable.

However, as a person who aspires to unify the literary world, Bai Qi has been thinking about selling his autographed books since the first day he entered the industry, so he spent a lot of effort on calligraphy.

Bai Qi looked proud and wrote quickly. Under the influence of alcohol, he continued to write the second and third lines.

"If the earth did not love wine, there would be no wine springs in it."

"Since Heaven and Earth love wine, loving wine is worthy of Heaven."

……

As soon as these two lines of words came out, Bai Qi faintly heard a cry of surprise in his ear, not sure if it was an illusion.

However, Bai Qi had no time to care about anything else. He was completely immersed in the poetic mood.

Not sure if it was an illusion, Bai Qi felt warm all over, as if there was a clear heat current flowing through his body. However, due to being drunk, Bai Qi didn't care and continued writing.

"I have heard that purity is like saintliness, and that turbidity is like virtue."

"Since the sages have already drunk, why should we seek immortals?"

……

As soon as these lines of poetry came out, the whole hall fell into deathly silence. Everyone stared at the young man above the hall, who was writing with great passion and enthusiasm, with their eyes wide open in amazement.

Enter the Tao through wine and be on par with saints and sages!

What a big tone! And what a boldness!

Is this young man trying to compare himself to a saint?

Not only the civil and military ministers, but even the illiterate palace maids, eunuchs, and guards were shocked at this time.

But what really shocked everyone was more than that. Bai Qi himself was immersed in the poetic mood and did not realize it, but for the people behind him, everything was completely different.

As Bai Qi wrote with his brush, the civil officials and powerful military generals present clearly saw that Bai Qi's body began to radiate an increasingly clear and bright light, like starlight, and the words he wrote were also full of gems, bursting out with dazzling golden light.

As Bai Qi wrote more and more, his poems became more complete, and this light became brighter and richer.

In this situation, even the old master who had been speaking coldly and sternly to Bai Qi couldn't help but change his expression slightly.

Compared to others, he understood what this meant better.

At the same time, above the hall, Bai Qiren was drinking alcohol, which helped him to write poetry. His spirit and energy were further elevated, and another line of poetry appeared on the paper:

"Three cups lead to the great way, one bowl is in harmony with nature."

As soon as this sentence came out, a mighty momentum, vaguely in line with the great truth, suddenly broke through the paper.

Bai Qi was still half drunk, but something unexpected happened.

"boom!"

Without any sign, Bai Qi only felt the white jade python dragon pen in his hand tremble, followed by a void tremor like an avalanche. In the blank scroll where he was writing, a bright essence rose into the sky like a silk thread.

The essence rushed straight into the sky, illuminating the night sky, and within the essence, thousands of chapters and sentences appeared, every word was magnificent, like a miracle!

This grand scene shocked countless civil officials and military generals in the palace, and also alarmed countless masters and giants of all sizes in the capital of the Yuan Dynasty. Countless martial arts masters were all shocked and noticed the strange phenomenon in the palace.

"What is this... Why is there such a scene in the palace?"

But the greater impact is still on the literary and Taoist traditions.