Chapter 167 As Long as the Hoe Is Used Well, There Is No Corner that Cannot Be Dug Down (42k)

Chapter 167 As long as the hoe is used well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down (4.2k)

The next day, Mount Pelion.

The wise Chiron decided to leave for Athens as soon as possible because he was worried about his disciple.

Before leaving, Loen moved his lips, but finally chose to remain silent and did not tell Chiron about the future god of medicine going to Cyprus.

Although Asclepius was just an illegitimate son that Apollo didn't like very much, he was still a blood relative in the Olympus system anyway. Even if he accidentally offended those uncles and aunts, as long as they still cared about the status of Apollo and Artemis, they would show some mercy and would not go too far.

After all, the example of Pan's death was in front of him, and Apollo had just been exiled to the lower world because of a similar thing.

After doing this again, Zeus had to hit the offender hard in order to maintain superficial fairness.

But if Chiron followed and got involved in the mess in Cyprus with his student, he might not be so lucky.

After all, who made this centaur brother a character who was not loved by his parents.

If he was in front of the relatives in Olympus for a long time, Zeus might remember Chiron, the illegitimate brother, one day and turn him into a constellation, reclaim his divinity, and embellish his own sky power.

So, after thinking about it, Lorne decided that it would be safer to let this brother go to the Academy of Athens first and teach him well.

However, without this good old man who answered all questions as an interview subject, Mount Pelion would have no meaning to stay.

After watching Chiron out of sight, Lorne shook his head, his body changed, and he turned from an old blind man to a handsome young man again, and turned and walked into the valley.

Passing through the dense forest outside, a cheerful song came into Lorne's ears with the wind.

"Come, let us begin with the Muses, who sing in unison, and delight the great heart of their father Zeus, who dwells in Olympus. From their lips flows sweet voices, which never tire of being heard; and their pure voices delight the temples of their father Zeus, and echo through the snowy peaks of Olympus, and through the halls of the immortal gods. They begin with their immortal voices, and first of all praise the race of the venerable gods, those who were born from the union of earth and sky, all the gods of the sky. The giver of useful things, and then at the beginning and end of the song, they sing about Zeus, the father of gods and humans, praising him as the wisest and most powerful of the gods. In addition, they also sing about humans and giants, pleasing Zeus's heart in Olympus - they are the Muses of Olympus, the outstanding daughters of Zeus, the shield holder..."

In the empty valley, nine visible goddesses of literature and art surrounded the gurgling water, standing or sitting, opening the book in their hands and reviewing it word by word, and humming the preface they had composed impromptu.

This is both the beginning of the book and a hymn to the Muses.

"They dance lightly, either in the blue spring or around the altar of wine and joy. After bathing their delicate bodies in the Permethos River, the Horse Spring or the Ores Spring, they dance gracefully and lovely dances on the highest Mount Helicon, with energetic steps. They come out from here at night, covered with thick fog, and sing beautiful songs, the chapters of praise to the gods..." As the beautiful words turned into notes and flowed from the lips and teeth, various life scenes in the past three years emerged in the minds of the Muses one after another. There were poems and wine, music and songs, performances and audiences, and each frame was a silhouette that would never fade and could be treasured by memory. In the continuous imagination, the tunes in the mouths of the Muses gradually went out of tune, and they blushed one by one. It seemed that what they read was not a literary masterpiece with exquisite words, but a love poem dedicated to the Muses. Or, both, this is a combination of rigor and romance. "Pa pa~"

Clear applause came from the forest, and the handsome [audience] smiled and leaned against the tree trunk, as always, [listening] and [praising] the performance of the Muses.

"Lord Dionysus!"

The moment they saw Loen coming, the nine Muses cheered in unison and excitedly crowded forward.

Raising the manuscript in his hand, he asked in a chattering voice.

"Should this sentence, [Praise Zeus - the holder of the shield], be modified with a modifier, [Almighty Zeus]? It just corresponds to the next sentence [Praise the majestic Hera - the goddess of Argos wearing golden shoes]?"

"It's too complicated, isn't it?"

"I think it's just right."

Calliope, who is good at heroic epics, Clio, who pays attention to rigorous history, and Euterpe, who focuses on lyric poetry, have different opinions.

"Should we add a rest here?"

"I think an aria is more appropriate!"

"No, the overall rhythm should be more joyful!"

Erato, who is proficient in solo and love poems, Melpomene, who is responsible for tragedy and elegies, and Thalia, who is responsible for comedy and pastoral songs, are arguing with each other.

"This, this, this, [Athena, the daughter of Zeus, the holder of the aegis, with bright eyes, Phoebus Apollo, Artemis who loves archery, Poseidon, the floater and shaker of the earth, the respectable Themis, and the seductive Aphrodite...], how can we use simplified dance postures to express the characteristics of each god?"

"Why use dance? Can't we project the corresponding constellations on the stage?"

"It's a bit distracting, so let's use a static background."

The dancing-loving Terpsichore, Urania who is in charge of astronomy, and Polyhymnia who is in charge of odes and rhetoric each have their own opinions.

Facing the nine Muses who were arguing, Lorne listened to everyone's opinions patiently, first gave his own opinions one by one based on the effect of the live performance, and then smiled and suggested.

"My opinion may be biased, so why not compose and modify it according to your ideas first, and then play it one by one in the city-states we have passed through, and see whose modification is more popular, and then take that method as the final version!"

"Okay!"

The Muses nodded happily, and their faces showed eager expressions.

Lorne raised the pen and paper in his hand and asked with a faint smile.

"So, in order, whose city is next?"

"Erato!"

The Muses laughed and pushed out the fifth of the sisters.

The young girl holding a lyre and writing love poems rolled her eyes at her sisters, then came to the front of the team with a blushing face.

Lorne smiled and stretched out his hand, ready to complete the divine fusion with the Muse as usual, let her take over the account of [Homer], and complete a new round of poetry creation in the next city.

However, Erato smiled playfully, accompanied by a burst of exclamations from the muses on the field, she suddenly hooked her hands around the neck of the male god, quickly stood on tiptoes, and unexpectedly kissed him on the forehead, sending her own blessings and inspiration in a hot and bold way.

Lorne was slightly stunned, then raised his hand to touch the remaining temperature on his forehead, looked at Erato who had shrunk back into the group of muses, blushed, and dared not look up, and suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Love always makes people reckless, blind and impulsive.

The rest of the Muses either cheered, rebuked bitterly, or looked envious, and the valley was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

After leaving Mount Pelion, the nine Muses, led by the god of wine, went forward under the pseudonym [Homer].

They visited the ancient caves of Gaia, visited the abandoned temples of Rhea, climbed the old site of Mount Othrys, and looked at the birthplace of Metis, the original goddess of wisdom...

The murmurs of the ancient gods are the best writing materials; the chats of the nymphs are the perfect anecdotes; the rocks and trees that will not lie are the most sincere witnesses of history and civilization.

After the joint efforts of the Muses, the magnificent [Holy Words], the detailed and rigorous [Theogony], and the [Song of the Titans] full of rebellious spirit were constantly filled and improved by the pen of the blind poet Homer.

And every time the performance was performed, the audience who heard the news were packed and cheered in unison.

That is not a hypocritical compliment to the gods, but a pure praise for "art"!

This makes the Muses extremely excited, and their bodies and minds are immersed in the sense of achievement gained during the journey.

Gradually, they enjoy this kind of life more and more.

In contrast, the days in Olympus are so boring and empty;

Accompanying the love poems of the main god Apollo is so artificial;

Repeatedly offering hymns to the gods is so exaggerated and boring...

Divinity allows them to live in heaven.

But humanity allows them to sing freely!

The journey continues to move forward. The Muses use the common fictional identity of the blind poet Homer as a carrier, use pen tips, music, and singing to record the traces of the world, and quietly undergo some indescribable transformation.

However, as they pass a rugged cliff, the scenery in front of them wakes the Muses from their dreams.

——The huge rocks have been etched into various shapes over time. The gray stalagmites are straight up to the sky, praising the wonders of nature. Below are huge plains, forests, canyons and picturesque villages. In the vast jungle and deep valleys, huge skeletons can be vaguely seen.

Loen tapped his cane, looked up and looked down at the city-state hidden by the mountains in the distance, and murmured.

"Thessaly, we are here..."

The Muses looked at the unfinished manuscripts in their hands and sighed in unison. A kind of boredom and unwillingness brewed in their hearts, stopping them from moving forward.

"The Father God said that no one is allowed to visit Lord Apollo..."

Accompanied by a faint murmur, the Muses all looked at Clio in the team.

This female scholar who has always been rigorous in studying history, holding the scroll, spoke seriously.

"Let's check from a distance. It's good that Lord Apollo is safe. If we get too close, if we anger the Father God, Lord Apollo's sentence might be extended."

"Right!"

"That's right!"

"We have to consider Lord Apollo!"

The Muses' eyes lit up, and they nodded in agreement. The originally oppressive atmosphere was diluted unconsciously.

Seeing that the Muses were scrambling to care about Apollo's safety, Loen smiled slightly and pointed to a green gentle slope.

"Look, it seems to be in front."

The Muses nodded happily and looked far away across the forest.

At this time, a melodious sound of the lyre came from the hillside, and the beasts that were attracted by it walked out of the dense forest: leopards and wild lions walked docilely among the sheep, wild deer and antelopes danced to the rhythm of the lyre, guarding the handsome shepherd in the center, and there was a peaceful and happy atmosphere all around.

Next to him, a middle-aged man in casual clothes, with a wide mouth and a straight nose, sat on a bluestone nearby, listening intoxicatedly and slapping his thighs to the rhythm.

At the same time, several servants in full armor and carrying swords patrolled nearby, showing the noble status of the middle-aged man.

"It seems to be Admetus, the king of Thessaly."

Looking at the harmonious scene, Clio couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Similarly, a gratified smile appeared on Lorne's face.

"It seems that Lord Apollo is well taken care of by the king and has a good life."

"Yeah."

The Muses nodded one after another, their expressions were extremely cheerful, and they seemed to be sincerely happy that their old master was treated well.

But then, they looked at each other, and fell into a strange silence again.

Finally, the eccentric Erato couldn't help coughing, and his eyes looked at the road behind him.

"Ahem, so..."

"That's right!"

"That's right!"

Before Erato finished speaking, the Muses nodded in understanding, with approval in their eyes.

Since Lord Apollo is fine, we don't need to worry about him.

In order to avoid disturbing him from serving his sentence, let's leave as soon as possible.

Then, the nine Muses who reached a consensus turned around at the same time.

"Boom!"

However, at this moment, the mountains and forests shook, and dark caves as long as a hundred meters suddenly appeared, breaking through the valley and gentle slopes in front, as if connecting to the bottomless abyss.

"Roar!"

The next moment, a low roar came, and a series of dark brown arms like mountains passed through the caves and smashed into the ground. The violent air waves threw the surrounding trees away by the roots, and the birds in the forest flew up in panic.

Looking at the giants and gods like hills, one after another, drilling out of the caves, Loen's face changed slightly.

Now he finally understood where those huge skeletons in the Thessaly Valley came from.

Obviously, the rebellious blood of the Titans has not been eradicated in this land!

They are trying to take back everything that once belonged to them from the hands of humans and gods.

And what a coincidence, one of the crypts happened to appear on the gentle slope where Apollo was grazing and playing.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a roar of the earth, a blue-black arm smashed to the ground, and dozens of cattle and sheep under the palm did not even have time to scream, and turned into a pool of minced meat.

Apollo, standing in the original place, was instantly buried by the splashing blood and dust.

"Hurry, help!"

Seeing this, Loen shouted and reminded immediately.

Apollo can't die now, at least not before he has exhausted his remaining heat...

Moreover, his divinity is only sealed, not disappeared. If he is injured and touched, it may make him untie the shackles and return to Olympus in advance, which is not very wonderful.

Just right.

The corner he dug is still a step away from the final step.

As his thoughts turned, Loen immediately removed his disguise, showing his true self, and rushed to the location of the God of Light.

Seeing the leader who had come down the mountain rushing out first, the nine Muses also woke up from their trance and immediately followed Loen and joined the battle.