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Chapter 707 It Was a Snowy Winter
Yang Chen gave the Great Zhou Emperor a great gift, which was movable type printing.

When the emperor of the Great Zhou was excited, he called Yang Chen Master Yang, praised him, and called him a peerless national scholar.

After talking about movable type printing, Yang Chen didn't say much about other things about the way of creating things with heavenly crafts. Many things contained in the way of creating things with heavenly crafts are enough to influence an era.

Once these things appear in this world, it will cause the world to undergo earth-shaking changes.

"Master Yang, now that all nations have come to court, they have come to Yujing, the capital of my Great Zhou Dynasty. The reason why they came to Yujing is because this time, the poetry conference of various countries will be held in this Yujing once every ten years."

"At the Poetry Conference of the Nations, there will be Confucian and Taoist young talents from all over the world gathered together to compete in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, etc., in order to promote the country's prestige. I wonder if Master Yang can participate?"

Yang Chen naturally knew about the National Poetry Association. The reason why he came to Yujing was to experience the atmosphere of the National Poetry Association. As for whether he would participate, he was still hesitating.

"Your Majesty, I don't have good morals. It's better not to participate. As long as I can feel the atmosphere of the poetry meeting, it will benefit me a lot."

Confucianism, Taoism, and God Religion are the largest sects in the world, and Confucianism, Taoism, and young talents emerge in endlessly, everywhere, and they are all talents from heaven.

A lot of exchanges with such talents can develop their own careers and improve their realm.

The Great Zhou Emperor said, "Master Yang, I know that since you emerged in the Dongmei Poetry Association, you have risen strongly all the way, and your poems and articles are all excellent works."

"With this talent, why doesn't Master Yang become a blockbuster in the Poetry Association of All Nations, so that his own reputation can be famous all over the world with the Poetry Association of various countries."

Yang Chen smiled, and said with a shy face, "Your Majesty, in fact, I really don't have much talent. The poems I wrote were not written by me, but by what I heard."

Emperor Da Zhou was a little interested, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "Those poems that can be passed down through the ages are all heard by Mr.? Unexpectedly, besides Mr., there are such strange people in the world. I don't know Mr. Where do you hear it, can I meet this strange man?"

There was a look of reminiscence on Yang Chen's face, as if he was recalling the distant past, with a trace of heaviness and a trace of sigh on his face.

"It was a snowy winter, and there was a cold wind. There was a desolate old man who collapsed at the door of my house. With compassion, I took the old man home and gave him a cup of hot soup. A quilt was sent."

"After the old man woke up, he recited some poems unintentionally. I happened to hear the poems he recited, and I remembered them in my heart. I can't forget them to this day."

There was a vague smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth, "I really didn't expect that Master Yang would have such an experience, and I also didn't expect that for the old man, the winter of my Great Zhou Dynasty was so sad."

"I don't know, where is this old man now?"

Yang Chen sighed, "Old man, after he got well, he left my house, and he didn't know where he went. I haven't seen that old man for many years."

The Ninth Prince, who was listening next to him, couldn't help but twitched his mouth, and then twitched, feeling that Yang Chen was too good at talking, and he was completely fooling the rhythm of the current emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Only the Emperor of Great Zhou was merciful, otherwise, another person would have dragged Yang Chen out and beheaded in a fit of anger.

Emperor Da Zhou raised his eyebrows, and then asked, "Oh, that's such a pity, I believe that that old man must be a great Confucian who has read poetry and books, otherwise, with his talent, It has already been famous all over the world and known by the world."

"This old man, since you are gone, I still want to know about your talents, for example, how did you discover movable type printing? Do you still have similar technologies that can benefit the common people?"

Yang Chen continued to be melancholy, "Speaking of it, it was really a sad story. It was a snowy winter, and the wind was bitter. There was a desolate old man who collapsed at the door of my house. With compassion in my heart, Take the old man home, drink a cup of hot soup for the old man, and give him a quilt."

"After the old man woke up, he had inadvertently recited something about Gewu. I happened to hear what he recited about Gewu, and I remembered it in my heart. It is still unforgettable."

"Old man, after he got well, he left my house, and he didn't know where he went. I haven't seen that old man for many years."

"Actually, the real master of movable type printing is that old man, not me. Now that I have gained a reputation because of it, I feel extremely ashamed when I say it."

After hearing such a sentence, the Emperor of the Great Zhou was almost ashamed to continue to keep calm, this is too ridiculous, could it be that every winter, an old man would freeze and collapse in front of Yang Chen's house.

Could it be that every old man who has collapsed from the cold will meet a kind person like Yang Chen? Could it be that every old man will inadvertently leave something very powerful after waking up.

"I've been doing really badly in Dazhou these years. Your words make me feel that every year in Dazhou there will be old people who freeze and collapse in front of your house, and these old people have special skills."

"It's just that since you learned movable type printing from others, can I ask, who did you learn your skills, especially the alchemy technique?"

Yang Chen heard this, and sighed, "Your Majesty, can you not tell these sad stories today, in fact, this is also a sad past."

"I remember very clearly that it was a snowy winter, and there was a cold wind. There was a desolate old man who collapsed at the door of my house. With compassion, I took the old man home and gave him a drink. A cup of hot soup and a quilt."

"After the old man woke up, he had inadvertently recited some alchemy formulas and formulas. I happened to hear these formulas and formulas he recited, and I remembered them in my heart. I can't forget them to this day."

"Then practice and study silently, and you will learn alchemy."

The Son of Heaven waved his hand, interrupted Yang Chen, and continued, "The rest, you don't need to say, it must be the old man. After he recovered, he left your house. You don't know where he went. , you haven’t seen that old man for many years, isn’t that right?”

Yang Chen was quite surprised, and complimented, "Your Majesty is really talented, I haven't told you yet, Your Majesty already knows the following story."

(End of this chapter)