Chapter 187: Clan Reunion (3)
Frozen rain falls thick and fast, half-turned to snow.
The winter rain turns to sleet, swirling wildly.
The traveler’s shoes are cold on the mossy, slippery cliff.
The traveler’s shoes are cold, and the moss-covered cliff is slippery.
Not leaving the blanket, sleeping beneath the rock.
He intends to sleep beneath the rock with his blanket.
Clouds gather thick at the cave’s mouth, no moon in the night.
Clouds gather thick at the cave’s mouth, no moon in the night.
“Hmph.”
After reciting the poem, North Palace Janghwan gazed into the void, setting the mood.
The disciples of the Dragon Gate stood behind him, guarding him like iron.
Seeing that sight, one couldn’t help but shake one’s head.
“Bullshit…”
No, even reciting poetry needs to be done by someone who suits it to set the mood. What kind of literature is this from a wrestler’s physique?
‘At least he’s got muscle, thank goodness.’
For someone supposedly at the peak of martial arts, he was quite fat yet still had considerable muscle.
Without that, he’d surely be suffering from all sorts of adult diseases.
Chaa.
The boat sliced through the river, gliding steadily forward.
That’s right. I was now traveling down the Yangtze River toward Yichang, where the collateral relatives’ gathering was being held.
That’s why North Palace Zhang Huan recited the poem.
It was a poem carved by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi near Yichang, in the Three Gorges area.
How do I know?
I saw it in a past life. While tagging along on a 3-night, 4-day package tour of Hubei Province.
