die die die

Only Xu Jie was different. He sang a high-spirited and inspirational hymn, contrary to the tradition that everyone mourned when offering sacrifices.

There is not a single word "death" mentioned in the entire article.

General Huwei is not dead. He just turned a tiger into a dragon and returned to heaven. Why be sad? He is happy.

In addition, there is another layer of hidden meaning.

It is said that when a person achieves enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, and even a cat beside the emperor ascends to heaven, then isn't it destined that the emperor attain enlightenment and become an immortal?

"The praise from all the ministers and ministers makes Xu really feel ashamed. This is the only sentence in the entire Qingci poem that was not written by Xu."

Listening to everyone's praise, Xu Jie shook his head with a smile and drew a horizontal line under "Transform tiger into dragon" with a brush.

"ah?"

"Who is so spiritual?"

When everyone heard this, they were dumbfounded and surprised.

"My student, Zhu Zihou." Xu Jie said slowly amidst everyone's surprise.

"Ah? It's him!"

"Zhu Ping'an, the number one scholar? He can also write Qing Ci?"

Everyone was even more surprised.

Yan Song touched his beard and nodded, then smiled and said to Xu Jie, "Haha, this sentence is indeed the finishing touch, but if there is no dragon, where would the finishing touch come from? Mr. Xu, your Qing Ci is getting better and better.

Yes, if we have time, let’s talk.”
Chapter completed!