yasinovel Chapter 34 Where is Home?
Chapter 34 Where is Home?
Lecturer Wang lowered his voice, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Senior Xuanjing was a genius of unparalleled talent. Not only was he the first Dao Master of the 'Tongming' Dao position in the 'Knight-errant' sequence, in charge of the world's chivalrous lineage; he also ascended to the 'Renshui' Xuan position of the Sun, becoming the Ren Xuan Master. After the unity of Dao and Xuan, and the unification of Heaven and Earth, he also refined his exclusive Dao Fruit 'Su Jun Xin', achieving Dao Lord status and adding the Dao position 'Shu Yi' to the 'Clerk' sequence."
"Thus, the 'expressive' path became the root of the existence of the 'Poet' lineage within the 'Clerk' sequence, and it is also the lifelong pursuit of all poets in the world."
A complex look, a mixture of reminiscence and regret, flashed across her eyes:
"It is said that when He was drunk, He said that He did not belong to any corner of this multiverse, but was a stranger who had mistakenly entered this place."
He attributed "Quiet Night Thoughts" and many other poems he passed down to his ancestors, saying they were written by his predecessors from his hometown in his dreams.
Therefore, He insisted on not signing his own name for poems such as "Quiet Night Thoughts," but instead used the name of that dream world—”
Lecturer Wang spoke clearly and deliberately:
"Li Bai".
It turned out to be the case.
Jiang Yun, inside the amniotic fluid, felt as if her consciousness had trembled slightly with those four words.
All the clues connected instantly.
Xuanjing, the god, is Ling Caixin's husband and her great-grandfather.
He might be a time traveler.
A time traveler from Earth, or at least someone who knows about Chinese civilization.
That's why there was Li Bai, and that's why there was "Quiet Night Thoughts." Those poems are his recollection and inheritance of the civilization of his hometown.
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An indescribable emotion welled up in Jiang Yun's heart. In addition to the excitement of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, there was a deeper and more complex sense of resonance.
In this endless, distant alien starry sky, after experiencing rebirth through transmigration and encountering all sorts of bizarre and fantastical worlds, he unexpectedly stumbled upon traces of the existence of his transmigrated predecessors in such a way.
But such a brilliant person should be his mother's grandfather, so why does she have no memory of him at all?
It's strange...
Meanwhile, on the other side, Lecturer Wang pressed the remote control again.
The image of the starships on the screen slowly faded away, replaced by a few lines of slightly faded poetry, as if engraved on an ancient stone tablet:
A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye, but spring has returned to my hometown.
The smoke drifts ten thousand miles without a fixed abode; its destination lies only in dreams.
Beside the poem is a simple sketch: a blurry figure stands in front of a grove of blooming peach trees, with the outlines of pavilions and towers faintly discernible behind the trees.
The figure tilted its head slightly, as if gazing into the distance, or perhaps simply lost in thought.
"This poem is titled 'Returning to the Endless Realm,' and it was written by the Divine Lord Xuanjing in his later years."
Lecturer Wang's voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the lonely soul in the poem:
"At that time, the old era was in turmoil, and He assembled a restoration army from the multiverse to return and reclaim His homeland. However, His homeland remained, but the landscape had been completely changed. So He recited this poem, 'Return Without End'."
"Followers suggested rebuilding His homeland according to His memory. But He looked into the depths of the stars and said, 'My homeland is not here.'"
The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath, immersed in a profound sense of loss and loneliness that spanned a long period of time.
"As for His unforgettable 'dreamland,' that 'other world' from which so many magnificent poems were written, does it actually exist, and where in the multiverse is it located...?"
Lecturer Wang shook his head: "No one knows; it's a lost art."
"No one could have predicted that such a brilliant and talented venerable one would disappear without a trace at the critical juncture of his breakthrough to the Dao Lord realm."
The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became heavy. Many students wore expressions of sorrow.
Some say that he may have found his way home and finally returned to the dreamland he had been longing for.
"This statement has some merit. Among the many practices related to the 'Comfort' Dao position, only 'Thoughts Under the Moon' is of paramount importance in obtaining the 'Comfort' Dao position."
She seemed to radiate a gentle, ethereal glow, as if bathed in moonlight.
"From this we can see how much weight that dreamland held in His heart."
She sighed:
"And the poems and literary spirit he left behind remain one of the most illustrious paths in my Fifth Star Realm, nourishing countless successors."
Jiang Yun remained silent in the amniotic fluid.
This poem, "Returning to the Endless Abyss," doesn't seem to be a famous work from a previous life; it's more like it was written by the Xuanjing God himself. Could my great-grandfather, this transmigrator, really have such a deep attachment to his homeland?
His melancholy deepened in his later years, so much so that he expressed his feelings through poetry, and even the Taoist practices he left behind were imbued with the moonlight of homesickness.
He can understand that feeling.
In his previous life, he wandered aimlessly and died hastily. After that, he failed to reincarnate 80,000 times. In his weariness, he longed for the mountains and rivers of his hometown and wanted to hear his mother's call.
But understanding is one thing.
If he were to abandon his current status as the great-grandson of a supreme being and return to his previous life on Earth to struggle for a living, be subservient to others, and work like a slave...
He was a hundred times unwilling.
Our hometown is worth remembering, but the present is even more precious.
Ultimately, one must look forward.
"The past is gone, but the poems endure."
Lecturer Wang's voice restored clarity to the classroom; she gently clapped her hands, waking everyone from their historical melancholy:
"What we, the descendants who wish to inherit the mysteries of poetry, can do is to draw upon the timeless spiritual power from these immortal poems and forge our own literary mind and style."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the audience:
"Next, we will start with the many poems left by the Divine Lord Xuanjing and connect them to your personal brain terminals so that you can comprehend various artistic conceptions in order to cultivate your literary skills."
"At the same time, with the help of my hidden star spirit 'Magpie on a Branch,' I will lay out the wonderful method 'Words Should Have Meaning' for you. Only those who truly feel something in their hearts and touch the inner meaning of the poem can break free from comfort and recite the verses smoothly."
"If the heart feels nothing, yet forces oneself to speak,"
"Then it will feel like a fishbone stuck in your throat, making it impossible to utter a single word."
After speaking, she slightly opened her mouth, and a wisp of soft, pure white light flew out from her throat, hovering and gathering above the podium, eventually transforming into a magpie with bright wings and lively eyes.
The magpie tilted its head, chirped, flapped its wings, and flew up, circling and weaving in the air above the classroom. Then it suddenly dispersed and turned into dozens of magpies, landing on each person's desk.
As soon as she finished speaking, the classroom tensed up.
"There's an exam? Good thing I came."
Some people are relieved.
On her mother's table, the magpie merely glanced at Ling Jiu, and instantly a new poem appeared on the mainframe of her mind—
Jiang Yun glanced at him; it was an old acquaintance.
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Lecturer Wang's voice echoed within the subtle literary aura created by the magpie on the branch:
"You have three minutes to calm down and prepare. After three minutes, I will begin to record your class performance points based on how much of the poem you have understood, and then accurately allocate your results to—"
"I'm...I'm sorry."
Before Lecturer Wang could finish speaking, a stumbling figure suddenly ran into the classroom.
"Teacher, I'm late."
The person who came was a girl. Although she seemed to have washed her face briefly, she still looked a bit sloppy. There was dandruff in her ponytail, and her white T-shirt was wrinkled and even slightly yellowed.
The entry above the student's head reads: 【Student's Second Transfer: Associate's to Bachelor's Degree】
"Don't look at her."
Chen Wei, who was standing next to her, leaned over and whispered a reminder: "Otherwise, she'll make you do things like attracting new users to watch GG videos, and helping her accumulate enough deduction attempts for Xiaoku's intelligent tutoring..."
A few hushed whispers rose in the classroom.
Students transferring from junior college to university are already rare at key universities like Jiangcheng University, let alone in a place like the School of Humanities where elites gather.
So many people know her, but they all subconsciously lean back, conveying a sense of "don't come near me".
His eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.