Chapter 489: Wonderful, wonderful!
It would be better to recite a new vernacular poem.
At this point, Zhu Youjian did not think about it carefully, and imitated Cao Zhi's seven-step poem. Even people shook their heads and walked forward step by step, which made people look sideways.
"Let's get back to the point.
At that time, we had some dreams related to literature,
Talk about love and traveling around the world.
Now we drink in the night, clinking glasses,
It was just a dream that was shattered.”
Zhu Youjian began to read. This poem was Zhu Tan's favorite. He was very excited, while the officials and officials looked confused and didn't know what to say.
Is he writing a poem?
Is this poetry?
Is this a joke?
Zhou Yanru's mind was in a mess and he was in extreme embarrassment.
"How is it?" Zhu Youjian asked. He was not in a very good mood because these people were fools, so they were so confused. This was acceptable.
Zhou Yanru fell to the ground and shouted, "Your Majesty, this is so great!"
Qian Qianyi also said: "The emperor is talented and eloquent, he is like a rising star!"
With the examples of these two people as a precedent, all the ministers followed suit.
For a moment, the scene became a little weird.
In response to his praise, Zhu Youjian smiled slightly and spoke while eating barbecue.
That's the beauty of life.
"Emperor, your poetry is so elegant!"
A voice came from the crowd, and everyone was stunned. As Zhu Youjian expected, the person was actually Guo Mingling.
Guo Mingling had previously said that he would support Zhu Youjian, so why did he turn against him and become his enemy now?
Zhou Yanru muttered, Guo Mingling, can't you just stand firm on your feet?
Guo Mingling was still dressed as a scholar and glared at Zhu Youjian.
Zhu Youjian looked at Guo Mingling. His thoughts just now left a deep impression on everyone. It opened a path to science and pragmatism.
Nowadays, some improvements in literature and art are actually necessary.
From the limited history he learned, it can be seen that a great new cultural and literary revolution did take place in modern China. The core mission of the new literary revolution is to focus on "vernacularization", and "taking poetry as the basis" is a very important task.
The popularization of vernacular Chinese can be said to have brought civilization into ordinary people's homes, enlightened people and promoted social progress.
He suddenly remembered this.
"Boss Guo, what do you mean by this?"
Confucius said that the 300 poems in The Book of Songs can be summed up in one sentence: there is no evil thought. Poetry expresses emotion through objects and expresses emotion through thoughts, but it should not be too much or too much.
Guo Mingling said in a serious tone, and after a pause, he organized his words:
"Emperor, the ancient language emphasizes charm, and elegance refers to literary talent. How can it be described in poetry? It is so vulgar."
Zhu Youjian smiled and said, "I understand what the ancients meant, but why do you want to talk about the elegance of the ancients instead of using popular language to describe it?"
Guo Mingling was speechless due to this question. He wanted to say that since ancient times, saints have always used ancient language and never used common language, so he has always emphasized that the teachings of their ancestors will not change.
He didn't say it out loud, and Guo Mingling knew very well that Zhu Youjian would never agree.
Zhu Youjian went on to say: "Ancient Chinese and modern Chinese are actually one and the same. These two things are of the same origin and are both nourishing our culture."
"If you want the Ming Dynasty to prosper and make the people smarter, then the national language is the trend of the times!"
Guo Mingling had no choice but to say, "Your Highness, if you want to be concise, vernacular is better."
Zhu Youjian was completely stunned.
"That's right! Since the teacher has said so, then let me ask you one more question. I have a position in the Imperial College and I want to recruit you. How can you refuse?"
Zhu Youjian asked everyone.
Zhou Yanru smiled and said, "I am incompetent and I am afraid I cannot take on this important task!"
Zhu Youjian said: "Yes, twelve words, but you can express it in popular language, I can't do it, thank you!"
Zhu Youjian smiled and used other people's words to deal with the current situation.
But seeing Guo Mingling's appearance, after thinking carefully, he knew that something was wrong. Sure enough, the next moment, Guo Mingling turned into a nitpicker:
"Your Majesty, there are better ways in ancient times. No thanks!"
Zhu Youjian was speechless for a moment.
For a moment, the scene fell into a strange silence. Zhu Youjian put his hands on his hips and sighed.
Well, I should have thought of this a long time ago. Mr. Hu Shi’s statement is not reliable at all.
Zhu Youjian didn't say much, and got straight to the point:
"My meaning has been expressed. I tell you, from now on, I will promote vernacular writing, instead of using idioms, idioms, and idioms like in ancient times. Only in this way can the education of the Ming Dynasty be truly spread to every place."
Guo Mingling started to criticize again: "But, Your Majesty, there has never been such an example before, right?"
As soon as this was said, all the ministers responded: "Your Majesty, if we replace the classical text with vernacular, isn't that going against the will of the sage?"
Zhu Youjian smiled slightly and said to everyone:
"What does it mean to defy fate? If Confucius were still alive, he would definitely want to promote Confucianism, and vernacular is the best way to do that. Doesn't this fit in with the saying 'everyone is equal'?"
After he refuted the opinions of Zhou Yanru and others, his eyes fell on Guo Mingling:
"Why not? Since the Song Dynasty, Cheng Yi and Zhu Xi have used the "quotation method" to write philosophical articles, while Shao Yong and Lu You used "saying" and "saying" in poetry. The development of vernacular novels since the Song Dynasty is a very obvious reality."
Seeing that these people were still in doubt, Zhu Youjian felt that he should have a debate with these scholars.
Zhu Youjian said:
"If we sincerely want to bring a new literature to China, a literature that can reflect real life and emotions and change ideology and society, we must get rid of those outdated characters, which may be suitable for our ancestors but are absolutely unsuitable for our lives today."
……
After the speech, everyone fell silent, including Zhu Youjian.
Song Yingxing took the lead and stepped forward, prostrating himself on the ground, saying respectfully: "I think the emperor is right!"
Zhu Youjian glanced at Song Yingxing, and from his frown and determined expression, it could be seen that he indeed thought so.
Chen Zhibao also took a step forward and said, "Me too!"
……
After a few glasses of wine, the banquet ended unhappily. Zhu Youjian felt a little tired.
The meeting is about to end
Guo Mingling was still a little unwilling, and said to his colleagues beside him: "I understand what you mean, but this poem is really not a poem!"
"It's boring, it's boring."
After the scolding, Guo Mingling was drunk and picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"I locked myself in my room, wasting my youth, wasting my youth. Having fun with others? Living a life of drunkenness and dreams."
As a cultivator, Zhu Youjian would naturally not miss any subtle sound. Even when he was drunk, he could hear it clearly.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Zhu Youjian suddenly clapped his hands, and his smile made Guo Mingling very embarrassed.
"Teacher Guo, the value of poetry lies in the artistic conception, and modern poetry lacks some verve, but is more of a feeling."
Zhu Youjian glanced at Guo Mingling and admired his poetry very much. To be honest, Guo Mingling's poem was really well written. He said, "Mr. Guo, ancient poetry has its own charm, and the charm of vernacular writing is also very beautiful!"
"How about I write a new poem? Boss Guo, would you like to take a look? You can read it for yourselves." Zhu Youjian took a sip of wine and asked everyone.
Still writing poetry?
All the civil and military officials in the court were stunned. Zhu Tan suddenly remembered a poem, which was very similar to what he said when he was lazy before.
他 说:
"Be happy from tomorrow on,
Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world;
Starting tomorrow, take care of your grains and vegetables;
I have a home facing the ocean with spring flowers.
Starting tomorrow, I will write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness.
This is the lightning of joy,
I want to pass this message to everyone.
Give rivers and mountains a friendly name,
I also want to bless you, stranger,
I wish you a bright future,
I hope your loved ones are by your side,
May you be happy on earth,
I just want to face the sea and see the beautiful spring."
Every word Zhu Youjian spoke was a poem. He deliberately slowed down his tone so that everyone could understand the meaning of the poem.
The poem came to an end when spring came, and the people who were still grinning foolishly stopped.
After hearing this, Guo Mingling was stunned. His hand holding the wine glass even stopped. He could feel the emotion.
Song Yingxing was also shocked by this poem. Although it seemed to have no rhythm at all, it contained a unique rhythm that was breathtaking.
Chen Zhibao didn't know much about poetry, but from tomorrow on, he heard sadness and was filled with sadness.
Zhu Changxun was shocked by the poem written by his nephew. You know, with the bloodline of the Ming Dynasty Zhu family, it might not produce a scholar for thousands of years.
Such a good poem was actually written by a descendant of the Zhu family. It would be a blessing if he could meet his ancestor Zhu Yuanzhang after his death.
Guo Mingling has to say that this vernacular poem is indeed very attractive and appealing.
Zhu Youjian was already drunk and could only drive away in the imperial carriage. Before leaving, he was still mumbling to himself, saying something in a roundabout way:
"From now on, be happy!"
"Travel all over the world, and walk through flowers in full bloom!"
……
When the emperor left, everyone left. Guo Mingling stood there, with Zhu Youjian's words echoing in his mind:
"Teacher Guo, the value of poetry lies in the artistic conception, and modern poetry lacks some verve, but is more of a feeling."
He originally thought that Zhu Youjian was just an incompetent person, but now it seems that is not the case.
Perhaps, Zhu Youjian was an emperor like the Qin Shi Huang and Han Wudi.
If he could get his blood circulating, he would be able to bring Zhu Youjian to the Ming Dynasty and build a huge country.
He frowned and fell into deep thought.
Perhaps, I can help him get through this crisis.
……
Song Yingxing bowed to Guo Mingling and said politely, "Mr. Guo, I apologize to you for what happened before."
Guo Mingling's eyes fixed, and he said, "Mr. Song, what do you have to do with me?"
Song Yingxing said modestly: "I used to think Mr. Guo was a bookworm, but after seeing him today, I finally understand that Mr. Guo is indeed a scholar with the support of Confucianism."
Guo Mingling stared at Song Yingxing. To be honest, he was very interested in Song Yingxing. Song Yingxing was a genius and would definitely be a great help to the future development of the Ming Empire.
"No, Guo is overthinking it!"
……
Zhu Youjian returned to his palace, already a little drunk, his face turned red from drinking. At that moment, Zhu Youjian looked up at the roof, at the cloud, and at first, he thought it was Empress Zhou.
In the blur, his features became clearer: his nose, his face, his eyes.
This is his biological sister!
Zhu Youjian was startled, fell off the bed, and then stepped back.
"No! Who are you?" Zhu Youjian huddled in the corner, his face filled with horror.
Zhu Tan asked: "Xiao Yun, did you also come from another world?"
The man in front of him also looked confused: "Who is it? What does it mean?"
Zhu Tan came back to his senses and looked at Qin Sheng in confusion. He reached out his hand and touched the ground, but found nothing.
This is just an illusion, a 3D holographic image.
"You are not an immortal cultivator?" It was not until Zhu Tan woke up from his drunken state that he realized that his system had been updated and this kid had escaped from the system.
She looks like a living person, just like my sister.
In front of him, the system said cheerfully: "Yes, that's right!"
"Then what is my reward?" Zhu Youjian asked straight to the point.
"for you!"
She took out a red bag from the void and handed it to Zhu Youjian.
This was what he wanted, only this time, it was only half as much as before.
Zhu Youjian frowned: "There's something wrong with this number."
"What's wrong? I thought so too! I'm your master, do you think I should charge you some money? I can't let you work for nothing and let me work for nothing."
Zhu Youjian raised his head and looked at Pei Ziyun: "Wait, you want to collect commission?"
The monk nodded repeatedly: "Hey, considering that I am doing things for you, it's okay to charge a little money? What's so strange about this?"
"But then why do you charge 50% commission? Even in the capital, no one would do this!"
Zhu Youjian looked resentful, but the system ignored him.
"Don't forget my help to you. If it weren't for me, you would be dead now."
Zhu Youjian wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the system:
"Fifty percent is already very low. If you keep making noise, I'll take seventy percent. Hehehe!"
Zhu Youjian: "..." His mind was full of questions.
It turns out that I put so much effort into completing this task, but in the end the system still got the better of me?
This system is clearly a waste of resources, but it has turned into a despicable and shameless means.
"Okay!" Gu Ning responded.
Zhu Youjian took a deep breath. He knew that this was the only way.
The system heaved a sigh of relief and said, "That's more like it. If you trust me, then leave it alone for now. I will pay you back everything I owe you one day."
"Besides, I'm an invisible man now, right? This is not something to be ashamed of!"
The cultivation system said this with great confidence.
(End of this chapter)
It would be better to recite a new vernacular poem.
At this point, Zhu Youjian did not think about it carefully, and imitated Cao Zhi's seven-step poem. Even people shook their heads and walked forward step by step, which made people look sideways.
"Let's get back to the point.
At that time, we had some dreams related to literature,
Talk about love and traveling around the world.
Now we drink in the night, clinking glasses,
It was just a dream that was shattered.”
Zhu Youjian began to read. This poem was Zhu Tan's favorite. He was very excited, while the officials and officials looked confused and didn't know what to say.
Is he writing a poem?
Is this poetry?
Is this a joke?
Zhou Yanru's mind was in a mess and he was in extreme embarrassment.
"How is it?" Zhu Youjian asked. He was not in a very good mood because these people were fools, so they were so confused. This was acceptable.
Zhou Yanru fell to the ground and shouted, "Your Majesty, this is so great!"
Qian Qianyi also said: "The emperor is talented and eloquent, he is like a rising star!"
With the examples of these two people as a precedent, all the ministers followed suit.
For a moment, the scene became a little weird.
In response to his praise, Zhu Youjian smiled slightly and spoke while eating barbecue.
That's the beauty of life.
"Emperor, your poetry is so elegant!"
A voice came from the crowd, and everyone was stunned. As Zhu Youjian expected, the person was actually Guo Mingling.
Guo Mingling had previously said that he would support Zhu Youjian, so why did he turn against him and become his enemy now?
Zhou Yanru muttered, Guo Mingling, can't you just stand firm on your feet?
Guo Mingling was still dressed as a scholar and glared at Zhu Youjian.
Zhu Youjian looked at Guo Mingling. His thoughts just now left a deep impression on everyone. It opened a path to science and pragmatism.
Nowadays, some improvements in literature and art are actually necessary.
From the limited history he learned, it can be seen that a great new cultural and literary revolution did take place in modern China. The core mission of the new literary revolution is to focus on "vernacularization", and "taking poetry as the basis" is a very important task.
The popularization of vernacular Chinese can be said to have brought civilization into ordinary people's homes, enlightened people and promoted social progress.
He suddenly remembered this.
"Boss Guo, what do you mean by this?"
Confucius said that the 300 poems in The Book of Songs can be summed up in one sentence: there is no evil thought. Poetry expresses emotion through objects and expresses emotion through thoughts, but it should not be too much or too much.
Guo Mingling said in a serious tone, and after a pause, he organized his words:
"Emperor, the ancient language emphasizes charm, and elegance refers to literary talent. How can it be described in poetry? It is so vulgar."
Zhu Youjian smiled and said, "I understand what the ancients meant, but why do you want to talk about the elegance of the ancients instead of using popular language to describe it?"
Guo Mingling was speechless due to this question. He wanted to say that since ancient times, saints have always used ancient language and never used common language, so he has always emphasized that the teachings of their ancestors will not change.
He didn't say it out loud, and Guo Mingling knew very well that Zhu Youjian would never agree.
Zhu Youjian went on to say: "Ancient Chinese and modern Chinese are actually one and the same. These two things are of the same origin and are both nourishing our culture."
"If you want the Ming Dynasty to prosper and make the people smarter, then the national language is the trend of the times!"
Guo Mingling had no choice but to say, "Your Highness, if you want to be concise, vernacular is better."
Zhu Youjian was completely stunned.
"That's right! Since the teacher has said so, then let me ask you one more question. I have a position in the Imperial College and I want to recruit you. How can you refuse?"
Zhu Youjian asked everyone.
Zhou Yanru smiled and said, "I am incompetent and I am afraid I cannot take on this important task!"
Zhu Youjian said: "Yes, twelve words, but you can express it in popular language, I can't do it, thank you!"
Zhu Youjian smiled and used other people's words to deal with the current situation.
But seeing Guo Mingling's appearance, after thinking carefully, he knew that something was wrong. Sure enough, the next moment, Guo Mingling turned into a nitpicker:
"Your Majesty, there are better ways in ancient times. No thanks!"
Zhu Youjian was speechless for a moment.
For a moment, the scene fell into a strange silence. Zhu Youjian put his hands on his hips and sighed.
Well, I should have thought of this a long time ago. Mr. Hu Shi’s statement is not reliable at all.
Zhu Youjian didn't say much, and got straight to the point:
"My meaning has been expressed. I tell you, from now on, I will promote vernacular writing, instead of using idioms, idioms, and idioms like in ancient times. Only in this way can the education of the Ming Dynasty be truly spread to every place."
Guo Mingling started to criticize again: "But, Your Majesty, there has never been such an example before, right?"
As soon as this was said, all the ministers responded: "Your Majesty, if we replace the classical text with vernacular, isn't that going against the will of the sage?"
Zhu Youjian smiled slightly and said to everyone:
"What does it mean to defy fate? If Confucius were still alive, he would definitely want to promote Confucianism, and vernacular is the best way to do that. Doesn't this fit in with the saying 'everyone is equal'?"
After he refuted the opinions of Zhou Yanru and others, his eyes fell on Guo Mingling:
"Why not? Since the Song Dynasty, Cheng Yi and Zhu Xi have used the "quotation method" to write philosophical articles, while Shao Yong and Lu You used "saying" and "saying" in poetry. The development of vernacular novels since the Song Dynasty is a very obvious reality."
Seeing that these people were still in doubt, Zhu Youjian felt that he should have a debate with these scholars.
Zhu Youjian said:
"If we sincerely want to bring a new literature to China, a literature that can reflect real life and emotions and change ideology and society, we must get rid of those outdated characters, which may be suitable for our ancestors but are absolutely unsuitable for our lives today."
……
After the speech, everyone fell silent, including Zhu Youjian.
Song Yingxing took the lead and stepped forward, prostrating himself on the ground, saying respectfully: "I think the emperor is right!"
Zhu Youjian glanced at Song Yingxing, and from his frown and determined expression, it could be seen that he indeed thought so.
Chen Zhibao also took a step forward and said, "Me too!"
……
After a few glasses of wine, the banquet ended unhappily. Zhu Youjian felt a little tired.
The meeting is about to end
Guo Mingling was still a little unwilling, and said to his colleagues beside him: "I understand what you mean, but this poem is really not a poem!"
"It's boring, it's boring."
After the scolding, Guo Mingling was drunk and picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"I locked myself in my room, wasting my youth, wasting my youth. Having fun with others? Living a life of drunkenness and dreams."
As a cultivator, Zhu Youjian would naturally not miss any subtle sound. Even when he was drunk, he could hear it clearly.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Zhu Youjian suddenly clapped his hands, and his smile made Guo Mingling very embarrassed.
"Teacher Guo, the value of poetry lies in the artistic conception, and modern poetry lacks some verve, but is more of a feeling."
Zhu Youjian glanced at Guo Mingling and admired his poetry very much. To be honest, Guo Mingling's poem was really well written. He said, "Mr. Guo, ancient poetry has its own charm, and the charm of vernacular writing is also very beautiful!"
"How about I write a new poem? Boss Guo, would you like to take a look? You can read it for yourselves." Zhu Youjian took a sip of wine and asked everyone.
Still writing poetry?
All the civil and military officials in the court were stunned. Zhu Tan suddenly remembered a poem, which was very similar to what he said when he was lazy before.
他 说:
"Be happy from tomorrow on,
Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world;
Starting tomorrow, take care of your grains and vegetables;
I have a home facing the ocean with spring flowers.
Starting tomorrow, I will write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness.
This is the lightning of joy,
I want to pass this message to everyone.
Give rivers and mountains a friendly name,
I also want to bless you, stranger,
I wish you a bright future,
I hope your loved ones are by your side,
May you be happy on earth,
I just want to face the sea and see the beautiful spring."
Every word Zhu Youjian spoke was a poem. He deliberately slowed down his tone so that everyone could understand the meaning of the poem.
The poem came to an end when spring came, and the people who were still grinning foolishly stopped.
After hearing this, Guo Mingling was stunned. His hand holding the wine glass even stopped. He could feel the emotion.
Song Yingxing was also shocked by this poem. Although it seemed to have no rhythm at all, it contained a unique rhythm that was breathtaking.
Chen Zhibao didn't know much about poetry, but from tomorrow on, he heard sadness and was filled with sadness.
Zhu Changxun was shocked by the poem written by his nephew. You know, with the bloodline of the Ming Dynasty Zhu family, it might not produce a scholar for thousands of years.
Such a good poem was actually written by a descendant of the Zhu family. It would be a blessing if he could meet his ancestor Zhu Yuanzhang after his death.
Guo Mingling has to say that this vernacular poem is indeed very attractive and appealing.
Zhu Youjian was already drunk and could only drive away in the imperial carriage. Before leaving, he was still mumbling to himself, saying something in a roundabout way:
"From now on, be happy!"
"Travel all over the world, and walk through flowers in full bloom!"
……
When the emperor left, everyone left. Guo Mingling stood there, with Zhu Youjian's words echoing in his mind:
"Teacher Guo, the value of poetry lies in the artistic conception, and modern poetry lacks some verve, but is more of a feeling."
He originally thought that Zhu Youjian was just an incompetent person, but now it seems that is not the case.
Perhaps, Zhu Youjian was an emperor like the Qin Shi Huang and Han Wudi.
If he could get his blood circulating, he would be able to bring Zhu Youjian to the Ming Dynasty and build a huge country.
He frowned and fell into deep thought.
Perhaps, I can help him get through this crisis.
……
Song Yingxing bowed to Guo Mingling and said politely, "Mr. Guo, I apologize to you for what happened before."
Guo Mingling's eyes fixed, and he said, "Mr. Song, what do you have to do with me?"
Song Yingxing said modestly: "I used to think Mr. Guo was a bookworm, but after seeing him today, I finally understand that Mr. Guo is indeed a scholar with the support of Confucianism."
Guo Mingling stared at Song Yingxing. To be honest, he was very interested in Song Yingxing. Song Yingxing was a genius and would definitely be a great help to the future development of the Ming Empire.
"No, Guo is overthinking it!"
……
Zhu Youjian returned to his palace, already a little drunk, his face turned red from drinking. At that moment, Zhu Youjian looked up at the roof, at the cloud, and at first, he thought it was Empress Zhou.
In the blur, his features became clearer: his nose, his face, his eyes.
This is his biological sister!
Zhu Youjian was startled, fell off the bed, and then stepped back.
"No! Who are you?" Zhu Youjian huddled in the corner, his face filled with horror.
Zhu Tan asked: "Xiao Yun, did you also come from another world?"
The man in front of him also looked confused: "Who is it? What does it mean?"
Zhu Tan came back to his senses and looked at Qin Sheng in confusion. He reached out his hand and touched the ground, but found nothing.
This is just an illusion, a 3D holographic image.
"You are not an immortal cultivator?" It was not until Zhu Tan woke up from his drunken state that he realized that his system had been updated and this kid had escaped from the system.
She looks like a living person, just like my sister.
In front of him, the system said cheerfully: "Yes, that's right!"
"Then what is my reward?" Zhu Youjian asked straight to the point.
"for you!"
She took out a red bag from the void and handed it to Zhu Youjian.
This was what he wanted, only this time, it was only half as much as before.
Zhu Youjian frowned: "There's something wrong with this number."
"What's wrong? I thought so too! I'm your master, do you think I should charge you some money? I can't let you work for nothing and let me work for nothing."
Zhu Youjian raised his head and looked at Pei Ziyun: "Wait, you want to collect commission?"
The monk nodded repeatedly: "Hey, considering that I am doing things for you, it's okay to charge a little money? What's so strange about this?"
"But then why do you charge 50% commission? Even in the capital, no one would do this!"
Zhu Youjian looked resentful, but the system ignored him.
"Don't forget my help to you. If it weren't for me, you would be dead now."
Zhu Youjian wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the system:
"Fifty percent is already very low. If you keep making noise, I'll take seventy percent. Hehehe!"
Zhu Youjian: "..." His mind was full of questions.
It turns out that I put so much effort into completing this task, but in the end the system still got the better of me?
This system is clearly a waste of resources, but it has turned into a despicable and shameless means.
"Okay!" Gu Ning responded.
Zhu Youjian took a deep breath. He knew that this was the only way.
The system heaved a sigh of relief and said, "That's more like it. If you trust me, then leave it alone for now. I will pay you back everything I owe you one day."
"Besides, I'm an invisible man now, right? This is not something to be ashamed of!"
The cultivation system said this with great confidence.
(End of this chapter)
