These are all deep and meaningful poems that randomly come to my mind. Each poem foreshadows a greater meaning within.




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These are all deep and meaningful poems that randomly come to my mind. Each poem foreshadows a greater meaning within.




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Under Public Domain.
Feel free to use them,
but do reference my name. 
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Schedule: Undecided (random uploads)
Chapter Length: Around 50 words per poem. 
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Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there, where lights are dim and faint!
Those on Weibo saw the poem that suddenly appeared. They were caught by surprise, gawking at the poem, reading it repeatedly!
In an instant, the entire internet went into a frenzy!
Those from the WA were stunned just from the first sentence.
Huang Lihua and Vice-chairman Shi were flabbergasted as well.
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees, as if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
The first sentence was describing the wind, and it was expertly written. The imagery was lifelike; describing the scene with the wind, it was beautifully scenic.
For a moment, time seemed to have stopped on Weibo. During that time, even the comments ceased. Those not in the know might even suspect that everyone's internet disconnected.
They were pulled into the poem, into the lively market, with a beauty walking along with the crowd. The crowd tried to locate her, yet she was nowhere to be found. Just as they were feeling dejected, turning around, they saw her standing near the flickering lights.
Such beautiful imagery!
It was only a poem, but everyone felt as though it was a story.
After they struggled to recover from their daze, Weibo exploded with activity.
[Amazing poem!]
[F*ck! F*ck!]
[Such composition, such a wonderful poem!]
[I don't know much about poems, but I know that this is f*cking good!]
[Divine inspiration, this is divinely inspired!]
[F*ck! I was so excited and tried to send gifts all the while. Only now I realize that there's no gift button. Damn!]
…
Meanwhile, Capital University's Wan Yun was in shock.
'Is this really a student from our Capital University? My student managed to compose a poem of this level? The heavens are blessing our Chinese literature!'
The comments on Weibo were like fireworks going up in waves. The number of likes increased by a few thousand every passing second, causing Weibo to malfunction temporarily.
Just how well was the poem written? An average person would not be able to tell.
However, those in the WA knew that this poem was really well done. The scenery and character were expertly brought to life. They were way better compared to the poems Ye Lingchen previously wrote.
That was the first time Ye Lingchen put his heart into writing a poem. In an instant, it subjugated everyone. It could be described as perfect, definitely worthy to be considered a masterpiece!
Those from the WA remained silent; some were even eager to go offline. They were too ashamed to stay around and were trying to find a hiding place.
'Novel Y...just what kind of person is he?'
'Composing a poem of this caliber on the fly. Is he still a human?'
However, someone soon noticed Ye Lingchen's choice of words. "First!"
[F*ck! First poem?! Could it be that Y intends to compose more?]
[Awesome! Would the second one be coming soon? I'll wait for it!]
The next instant, the second poem was out.
[The second poem, on the moon.]
[Moon Gazing with Distant Thoughts.
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
Lovers resent the long nights, where sentiments grow strong.
Snuffing the candle to appreciate the full moon, adorning the robe to feel the moisturizing dew. 
Regretfully unable to present this to my dear, I return to sleep, for a dream of cherished union.]
Amazing!
Another amazing composition!
The first sentence grabbed the hearts of all the readers!
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
This poem was about separation, projecting the sentiments onto the moon. Loved ones separated in distant lands sharing the same view of the moon. The long-distance separation was aptly described by this.
[I'm crying. Thank you Y for composing such a wonderful poem. Thank you! I've been working away from home for many years now. It's been so long since I last went home.]
[Above post, I'm in the same boat. I miss my hometown.]
[Sob sob sob, I've already made plans with my wife to share the view of the moon tonight. That way, it'll be like me watching it next to my wife.]
However, while they were still lamenting, the third poem was out!
[The third poem, on flower.]
[On Flower After Failed Examination.
Waiting for autumn to come, eighth of the ninth month,
Once my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers perish.
Bursts of fragrance soar the skies as it penetrates Chang'an,
The entire city coated in golden armor.]
Once the poem was published, everyone was shaken even further.
The style of the poem was distinctly different from the two previous poems.
The previous poems were of restraint and separation. However, this poem gives off a feeling of tyranny, unrivaled dominance!
Such a change made it difficult for them to switch over.
This poem was domineering from the beginning to the end. It could be said that every word, every sentence struck awe into their hearts.
Just how prideful and confident must one be to write such a poem!?
[I suddenly feel that Y is writing this poem for himself. I wonder if any of you guys feel the same?]
[The first one I can think of is Y. Didn't you realize that once Y started composing poems, those fools from WA dare not utter a single word?]
[F*ck, it's true! His pride and domineering demeanor are oozing from his bones!]
[The fourth poem, snow.]
Ye Lingchen paused for a moment, but this time he laughed, suddenly feeling trollish.
He split up the upload, starting with the first sentence. [One, two, three and four.]
'Hm?'
Everyone was dumbfounded. Such an opening seemed very mundane.
[Five, six, seven and eight.]
[What's this? Counting game?]
Ignoring the masses, he uploaded the third sentence.
[Thousand, ten thousand, and countless.]
With that, the crowd could no longer hold back.
[Y, why are you suddenly learning from those WA members? Please don't!]
[F*ck! It's the end. Y's poem is starting to burn my eyes.]
[Is our Chinese literature going into decline now? No…]
However, the fourth sentence came.
[Disappearing into the plum blossoms.]
Boom!
All their minds were blown, ringing continually. They did not expect the last sentence to salvage the entire poem in that manner. 
That poem was by no means amazing, but it was simple. In its simplicity, it did not lose its rhyming. In a way, it could also be considered another masterpiece.
[Amazing! I knew Y wouldn't let me down.]
[The essential stroke. That's the real essential stroke!]
[Genius, definitely a genius. He's just doing as he wishes!]
[Hahaha, did any of you realize that Y's poem was picking on those poems that Huang Lihua was praising earlier?]
[It is! Wind, flower, snow, and moon. Hahaha…]
[I would like to ask, Master Huang Lihua, is the wind still gentle? Are the flowers still beautiful? Is the snow still white? Is the moon still bright?]
…
Composing four poems in a row, and each of them masterpieces. All that without any preparation beforehand; all impromptu work. Such level of poetry would have made him a champion in ancient times!
Others would have something to be proud of for life after composing one good poem. Instead, he wrote one after another, as if they were nothing. That was just beyond amazing!
Frightening, absolutely terrifying!
All those from the WA became mute, after which they started to delete their Weibo posts one after another.
They were ashamed of showing their poems. It was impossible to compare with Ye Lingchen. They could not afford to embarrass themselves any further.
Huang Lihua deleted the post where he criticized Ye Lingchen along with his other posts. Ye Lingchen's standards were way beyond most people out there. If his literature standards were considered low, then the entire China would have no standards to go by.
Just where did this monster pop out from? He was just too monstrous. Not someone one could afford to offend...


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

The host shouted, "Let's move on to the next contest! Calligraphy!"

"All participants please come up to the stage! Pick up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone! Then get ready to write!!"

Feng Ao Xiu smiled. It has come to the third contest, at least one more win needed. But, he did not need to go to the last contest, the Second Young Master's calligraphy skill was amazing. Since he was small, other than cultivation, he practised calligraphy almost every day. In the Feng Clan, no one has neater writing than Feng Ao Xiu. The game was already in the bag. 

All the participants including Feng Ao Xiu sat down on the stage.

Kong Ling Jue stands up, "I'll be the one in charge of this contest. First, I'll give each one of you a different theme. Then, within ten breaths, you must write an original poem according to the given theme."

"The criteria to win are neat handwriting, compatibility with the theme, and a good poem."

Feng Ao Xiu smiles again, he laughed in his heart. 

[Hahaha... This will be an easy victory! Who can beat me in calligraphy? Nobody! This is a good day, I'll finally get my ha... Wait! Poem!?]

[This Second Young Master hardly knew any poem, and you want me to write one!?] 

[This is bad! This is really bad!]

As he was looking for a solution, he suddenly realized that he actually did not have to. There were three criteria. If he could ace out the neat handwriting. At least he would get one-third of the total scores. If he could think of a good poem, a score of 60 or 70 out of 100 would be possible. If he was lucky, he could even get a score of 80. 

[That's actually not that bad, I might even win!]

Then, Kong Ling Jue said, "The poem itself will take sixty per cent of the total score. The rest will take twenty per cent each!"

Feng Ao Xiu couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

[What the f*ck! Are you kidding me!? How could the poem take so many points!? Is this even a calligraphy contest!?]

The only thing left to do now was to practice. Feng Ao Xiu thought of the first poem that comes into his mind.

***

The Poem

The poem is here and there.
What poem will I hear?
I was forced to make one.
Who knows how it will end.
Because my poem is not bad.
I will not be sad.

***

Feng Ao Xiu gives himself a facepalm. It's useless! It's so ugly, that he wanted to vomit himself!

The crowd was anxiously waiting. Most of them were looking at the dark horse in this contest. What kind of legendary poem will Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan make?

Kong Ling Jue points at the nearest young participant, "Let's start with you! The theme is Tortoise."

The young man immediately writes his poem. He finishes right before the ten breaths.

***

Break the Tortoiseshell

Through the shell, it was blessed.
Without the light, it walks for a quest.
The strength and spirit live forever.
Leave the home and the courage gather.
The sunlight illuminates the path.
Treading without care for the aftermath.
Break the Tortoiseshell.
And believe it will be well.

***

Bu Liang said, "Nice one! I like the beginning part, but the last part is a bit lacking."

Mo Tie Yang, "Within ten breaths and you could make this kind of poem is already impressive."

The Emperor, "Yes, I agree! It is a good one. Your handwriting still needs a lot of practice though."

Princess Ming, "Qiao An likes tortoise! Big brother described it nicely!"

Kong Ling Jue nodded, "Good! However, there is a mistake, you should use the word 'cave' instead of 'home', and the word 'power' instead of 'strength', it describes the Tortoise best. This poem also lacks a bit of morality. If you write it for a long time, I'm sure it will be better!"

The young man cupped his hand, "Thank you, Master Kong Ling Jue!"

Feng Ao Xiu was confused. Is that poem really good? He doesn't understand anything good about that poem.

However, currently was not the time to analyze that poem. Feng Ao Xiu shook his head and continue with the practice. He shall use the same theme and see if it does any good.

***

The Old Tortoise

The Old Tortoise is 100 years old.
It lived a long life and the shell is cold.
Swim in the pond with aloof.
Spinning around like in its youth.
Old but still adorable and...

***

Feng Ao Xiu stopped before he even finished. There's no need to continue, just half of it was already not satisfying. He felt what he made was not a poem but a description of a turtle.

"Next!" Kong Ling Jue glanced at the next person, a vigorous old man, "The theme is Wine."

Although it's not for Feng Ao Xiu, he feels challenged. He believes he could create a nice poem.

***

Three Bottles of Wine

There are three bottles of wine.
All the tastes were fine.
I chug one down and go with the flow.
One down, two more to go!
I chug another one as if there's no tomorrow.
Two are down, one more to go!
I chug the last one but the head feels heavy.
I died and arrive in heaven...

***

Feng Ao Xiu gave up. No matter how hard he tried. In the end, it will always come up bad. He didn't understand how he created a story instead of a poem.

Meanwhile, the old man who was the participant finishes quickly, he only needed seven breaths before he stops.

***

Legendary Wine

The water flows into the river.
The cup holds a feather.
It shines in the moon, showing its fang.
Gentle like yin but strong like yang.
Accomplishment and glory.
The reigns and victory.
I shall pour it all into one.
To wait until this moment to run.
All gods and humans fancy.
Come and see!
All masters and servants envy.
Come and see!
I bring you a dine!
With this legendary wine!

***

The audience cheered! It is a beautiful poem! Who is that man!?

Kong Ling Jue, "As expected of Master Sun, I have nothing to say!"

Bu Liang, "I'm always impressed every time I saw Master Sun's masterpiece!"

The Emperor, "Master Sun is really good, your handwriting is also still full of energy!"

Princess Ming, "Qiao An likes this poem the most! It's the best!"

The audience went into frenzy mode. 

"What did they say? Master Sun! Master Sun Huang!?"

"I can't believe it! Sun Huang the master of poem and calligraphy is here!"

"No wonder that poem is so good!"

Mo Tie Yang jokes, "Master Sun, haven't you retired already? Are you here to bully these people?"

Sun Huang laughs loudly, "Hahahaa... I'm sorry, but my wife and children are watching! I have to win this contest."

This is big news! Sun Huang enters a contest and shows his skill, it has been a long time since Sun Huang creates a poem. It looks like his skill hasn't worn off yet. The poem 'Legendary Wine' will surely beat all the other poem.

Feng Ao Xiu's mouth became wide open. What the hell!? Sun Huang! What is he doing here!? How am I going to beat him without any poem skills?

Sun Huang still laughs, "The rest do not need to mind me, just continue to do your best. May the best man win!"

How could the other participants not mind? They must face the legendary master! Of course, they will lose! They lose all hope in this competition. But, look at the bright side, at least Master Sun will point their mistake with his skill. It is a golden opportunity!

The contest continued, and just like they hoped for, Sun Huang gives a precise and concrete lesson to the third participant. The rest of the participants began to write the poem more vigorously. How could they not? Get a private lesson from the legendary Master Sun is a dream come true to all the young calligraphers.

Feng Ao Xiu cursed in his heart. 

[F*ck this! All of them became so enthusiastic! I can't withdraw from this contest now!] 

Withdrawing means dishonouring Master Sun. Feng Ao Xiu could not afford that! But, If he writes his own poem, he'll be the laughing stock of the entire country.

All have got their turn except for Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan.

Kong Ling Jue stares intensely at Feng Ao Xiu. What will he do now? 

"Next is our favourite, Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. The theme is the Moon." 

[Wait! It's my turn now!? I'm not ready!]

Feng Ao Xiu holds the brush but his hands not moving. 

[Ahh... I can't get any ideas from inside my head. Moon... Moon... What moon!?]

Three breaths have passed.

[C' mon, think! Think! Not winning is fine! As long as the poem is not stupid!]

...

That's It!

Right after the fifth breaths, Feng Ao Xiu writes vigorously. He already has all the poem in his head.

Just right before the tenth breaths, Feng Ao Xiu puts down the brush! The poem was finished!

The crowd watching anxiously. After the two previous performance, they got a great expectation from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. It may not be as great as Master Sun, but at least it will be better than the rest.

***

The Moon Princess

Your smooth soft skin.
The only one in my scene.
Your bright little smile.
The one I won't lie.
The beauty of the moon can't compare.
The shines of the moon lacks colour.
In the night, I grew restless.
For the Moon Princess.
The river flows like the cloud.
The wind plays aloud.
I wish I could express.
For the Moon Princess.
I'll descend from high above.
You are my one true love.
Hold my hands.
I swear to the heavens!
For you, nothing is too soon.
Because you are my moon.

***

"..."

Everyone's mouth opened wide. 

Yes! As expected from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. The poem was really good, it could even rival Master Sun's 'Legendary Wine'.

But, that's not the point! The thing is, he just wrote a love poem! 

For Princess Ming!!

Who else is the Moon Princess but Princess Ming!?

The Princess blushed. Her face became so red. She never felt so embarrassed before.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu is a genius that only appears once every 10,000 years. His talent is the target of envy and jealousy of all the people around the world. But because of his talent that he was betrayed and died at a young age of 15 years old.

When everyone thought that the Feng Clan just lost a future supreme expert, Feng Ao Xiu slowly rise from the dead and he returned to the Clan. 

However, no one knows that Feng Ao Xiu was not a cultivator. They think he was back stronger than ever.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu was an ordinary man. Can he survive?

Join him in a story full of comedy misunderstanding!

The night sky was vast.

It was 11 P.M. at night.

After the meal, Heavenly Queen Zhang Yuanqi held her chest with one hand as she leaned against the headboard to send email on her phone. Maybe she was working, as her face looked serious and sullen. She did not have any intention of speaking to Zhang Ye.

She would kill the donkey the moment it left the millstone!

You’ve forgotten about this bro after you are full?

Zhang Ye also knew that a distinguished person like her was busy, so he did not disturb her. He also wasn't emboldened enough to disturb her. Zhang Yuanqi was standing at the pinnacle of their country's entertainment industry, while Zhang Ye himself was just a small figure, who was a fledgling. He was not even considered a celebrity. He would, at most, be considered a public figure. The gap between them was heaven and earth. Zhang Ye knew this himself, so he was very respectful towards a senior.

Switching on the computer, he began doing his own thing. He first checked his Weibo and was suddenly dumbfounded. Why were there so many forwards for one of his Weibo messages? Upon checking, he realized what had happened. The "Flying Bird and Fish" message that originally only had about 2,000-3,000 forwards back then? It wasn't that much. But now, this poem's forwards on Weibo had suddenly become more than 8,000. It had tripled! After being surprised for a while, Zhang Ye treated it as nothing. Back in his world, "Flying Bird and Fish" itself had more than a hundred million clicks on the internet. How many people did not see it? Hence, this tiny explosive increase was reasonable. A good poem could never be buried. As for the reason? Zhang Ye's analysis was that it was due to many things. "Ghost Blows Out the Light", fairy tale stories and his other poems. The number of people who knew of him was slowly increasing. So people would begin checking his other works, which created an entire increase in popularity for all of his works!

"Good poem!"

"Only now do I know about this poem today!"

"Why are there so many forwards? Let me see it first."

"Classic. Who is this Zhang Ye?"

"You have just seen it? It's already a poem from last month. This poem even saved a person's life. It is especially legendary!"

Zhang Ye browsed through everyone's comments as he was lost in reverie. They were basically positive. As he was enjoying it, there was a sudden comment that appeared!

Meng Dongguo.

Verification: Beijing Writer's Association Vice President. Poet. Author.

He was a distinguished person with more than 3 million fans!

Meng Dongguo had used his verified Weibo to openly question, "I do not know why such things can become so popular. Just because there's a lot of people looking and commenting on it, that makes it a good poem? A legend? It saved a life? A poem's worth is based on its literary value; it does not depend on other stories or situations to add to its worth. I cannot see any literary value in this poem. All I see is moaning and drool. This can also be considered a modern poem? This is also called literature? Also, the author's ‘A Generation’, I would not comment on the poem's words, but why do I find the topic so twisted? A slightly past 20-year-old child commenting on a generation? This should be a term used by us, right? You are not grown up yet, and still have a long road ahead. You do not have the ability to see through your generation, so don't write such a poem to cause ridicule to yourself!"

Some people did not like that.

"It can't be!? I think it's very good!"

"So what about youths? Youths can't write poems?"

"What a joke! Just one sentence of 'you young people don't know anything' to negate all his worth? To think that you are the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association?"

However, there were even more that joined the ranks of the doubters.

A number of them were authors and poets of the Beijing Writer's Association. They were all verified accounts.

Romance author Zheng Anbang commented, "Even Vice President Meng has commented? Actually, I was not able to continue watching this, starting from a long time ago. This poem may be very popular now, but no matter how many times I see it, I can't figure out what is good about it!"

Children's literature author Little Red Mushroom commented, "Zhang Ye's poem isn't bad, but it's only average. It does not deserve all this attention!"

A famous poet in Beijing, whose pseudonym was Big Thunder, said, "What a mess! Complete bull****! What sort of poem is this? What are you trying to express with ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’? Do you think these are the old days? Even if you wanted to expression that period's rebellion and helplessness, how old are you? Do you know what the old society was like? Were you composing poems with your fantasy? How can there be any literary skill!? He is, at best, a temporary demagogue! Those who are following you, what's up with all of you? Do you even have any appreciation for art? I really wonder!"

Suddenly, five to six authors and poets began barraging Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye, who was in front of his computer, could not help but curse, "What the f***! Are you monkeys backup that were invited? Where did you all pop up from? Did I provoke all of you!?"

Zhang Yuanqi did not know what was happening as she came behind Zhang Ye. As she held her shoulders, her face was expressionless as she looked without blinking at his computer screen, "Who are they scolding?"

"Scolding me." Zhang Ye said angrily.

Zhang Yuanqi's eyelids twitched, "Meng Dongguo? Beijing Writers’ Association's Leader? This person has quite a bit of reputation in the industry, right? Then what about Little Red Mushroom? She was the one who wrote fairy tales, right? Big Thunder? I have seen his poems. He is not anything in the country, but he is still quite famous in Beijing." As the literature circle was encroaching into the entertainment industry, it was almost indivisible. As an S-list star in the industry, Zhang Yuanqi was quite aware of this. She was objective with their evaluations. Of course, only Zhang Yuanqi had the right to say this. If it was anyone else, no one would dare say who was not anything in the country. "Why are so many Beijing authors and poets scolding you? Are you very famous?"

Zhang Ye was still upset, "What do you mean, famous? I have only written a few poems. But who knows why they suddenly went crazy and started scolding me? My poems have problems? What an unfunny joke!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqi stared at him, "You can compose poetry?"

"Of course. Have you heard of ‘Flying Bird and Fish’?"

"...No."

"What about ‘A Generation’?"

"....Never heard of it."

"Alright. Then, forget that I said anything!"

Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She said in a deadpan manner, "Go sit at the coffee table." There was only one chair in the house. With Zhang Ye standing up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.

Zhang Ye no longer had the energy to care about this, "They are bullies!"

Zhang Yuanqi must have finished her work, as she began speaking to Zhang Ye, "Everything has a cause. Go look at the first person who questioned you, Meng Dongguo's, Weibo."

After checking, Zhang Ye was immediately enlightened. Meng Dongguo had published a few poems early in the month. But other than a few fans praising it, no one else had seen it. The forwarding count of a single poem from Zhang Ye was more than all his poems combined by ten times. "He saw that my results as a newcomer are better than his, so he wants to pull me down?  What a grandson! What sort of people are they!?"

Zhang Yuanqi was only watching the scene unfold before her as she remained silent.

At this moment, the fans of Meng Dongguo and a few poets and authors had rushed to Zhang Ye's Weibo to curse at him. They did so indiscriminately!

"Demagogue!"

"To think you dare to publish such a beaten-up poem?"

"Everyone, don't read this person's poem. The industry’s experts have given their evaluation. This is not called literature. There is no value to it!"

"It can't be? It's quite good!"

"Do you know, or do the experts know?"

"That's right; the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association has already said it's bad!"

"I see. I thought it was such a good poem. You wasted my feelings!"

"That's right; I even recited Zhang Ye's poem to my children. I never expected it to not have any cultural value. Isn't this harming others? Harming me is fine, but don't mislead my children!"

"Zhang! Get lost from of the field of poetry!"

"Get lost! There is no need for you!"

"To think I liked Zhang Ye's poems in the past. Hai, it’s so disappointing!"

A few of Zhang Ye's original fans were steered by Meng Dongguo and a few authors and poets, as they began to complain!

However, there were people who insisted on supporting Zhang Ye. However, soon, they drowned in those people's spit. They had no chance to talk!

Zhang Ye felt sourness in his heart. He was also very distressed. That was the popularity that he had worked hard to obtain. But just because of their few words, it was being scattered away. Even those who supported Zhang Ye's poems were no longer that firm in their beliefs. After all, with so many professional Teachers and famous authors and poets collectively denying Zhang Ye's worth, people would all have second thoughts as to whether his poem was really good.

Even his fans were scolding him. Zhang Ye's fists clenched tightly.

Zhang Yuanqi said indifferently, "This is what the circle is like. You have to get used to others. If not..."

"Then what's the ‘if not’?" Zhang Ye asked for advice.

Zhang Yuanqi said coldly, "...If not, make others get used to you."

Zhang Ye thought for a while and, after digesting Zhang Yuanqi's words, he was no longer angry. Seeing the cursing or disappointed fans, Zhang Ye posted a message on Weibo.

It was a response!

A response from one to all!

Zhang Yuanqi was by his side, reading. As she saw Zhang Ye type one word after another, her gaze changed for the first time. There was a brilliance in her eyes!

Zhang Ye had written this.

"See me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

"Miss me, or not. There will affection lay, no immersion, nor dispersion."

"Love me, or not. There will love remain, no more, nor less."

"Follow me, or not. In your hand is mine, no discarding, nor departure."

"Come to me, or give me your heart to dwell in."

"Love with serenity. Rejoice in silence."

This was an old poem. Why so? Because according to the poem's age, it was actually quite old in Zhang Ye's world. It was not very famous at all until the movie, "If You Are the One 2" was released. It then became famous. Even the drama, "Palace" had used it as lyrics for its ending song. Later on, someone said that this poem was composed by Tsangyang Gyatso. Actually it wasn't. There was even a copyright lawsuit. The original author of the poem was Tashi Lam, Dodo? The original name of the poem was "The Silence of Vadjra Guru Pema" and also "See Me or Not".

Some people might question whether a love poem like this would be suitable in this situation.

It was precisely that many people were not sure. This poem was not a love poem at all. It had nothing to do with love. This poem's inspiration came from his world's Guru Rinpoche's famous words, "I have never abandoned people who believed in me, or even those who did not believe in me. Although they will not see me, my children will forever be protected by my compassion." This poem expressed the Guru's neither clinging, nor abandoning love for his disciples. It had nothing to do with romantic love.

It was perfectly apt for Zhang Ye to use it as a response!

Maybe he was not as noble as the original authors, but it currently represented his feelings!

Regardless of people who like me staying or leaving me.

I will be right here, neither clinging, nor abandoning, neither sad, nor happy!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

"Brother, you are writing…?"
"This is a poem!"
"You...I mean, what words are these?"
"Calligraphy."
"Your calligraphy...I've never seen this way of writing before. Is this a new type of font?"
When Lu Yuan blew on the ink to dry them, Xu Xiaonian's eyes were wide open as he stared at the words on the paper. He hesitated for a long time before he asked the question.
Lu Yuan's calligraphy was very 'stylish', as chaotic as snakes and dragons. It looked extremely messy.
Xu Xiaonian took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Such a calligraphy style made him feel as though he just saw a ghost. He looked at it for a very long time before he saw the word 'farmer'.
He didn't know why, but at this moment, there were millions of grass mud horses galloping through his heart. In fact, he even began to doubt how Lu Yuan managed to answer the couplet…
"Cough, cough… Actually, I only know how to write nicely using a pen. I'm not that proficient in brush calligraphy...that's why my words are a little slovenly…" Lu Yuan glanced at his own poem, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.
This expression was a little stiff.
"This poem of yours…" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the surroundings and looked at those who were pondering deeply while biting their brushes or scribbling rapidly on their xuan papers. He cast another glance at Lu Yuan who looked completely free from pressure. This caused even more grass mud horses to gallop through Xiaonian's heart...
Although he couldn't tell what the hell Lu Yuan was writing, from Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that the words were definitely nothing good.
"Cough, cough… Actually, I also don't have much talent and don't really know how to write a poem. Hence, I casually wrote something… Eh, brother are you not going to write one? Why are you looking at me…?" Lu Yuan coughed lightly. He increasingly felt that the words he wrote were truly ugly.
"Ah, right… I've forgotten about myself." Xu Xiaonian was shocked awake by Lu Yuan's words. He hurriedly focused and began to ponder about his own poem.
Lu Yuan pretended to seriously look at his own words, but he was sneakily trying to see the words others had written…
When comparing them, he suddenly felt his confidence being impacted!
Forget it…
He did write out all of it in one go, but the things he wrote out...
What the shit was this?
A ghost doodling?
Could it even be shown?
Lu Yuan opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't even recognize any of this dog-shit stuff…
If he handed up this joke of a poem…
Wouldn't he lose face all the way to his granny's house?
He shook his head. After rolling up the first paper he had written on, he dipped his brush in ink again while secretly copying Xu Xiaonian's way of holding the brush. He rewrote his poem slowly. But when Lu Yuan seriously started to write, he discovered that his speed of writing was very slow. 
When Lu Yuan reached the mid-way mark, there were already people handing up their papers…
He looked at those people before glancing at the words he wrote. He ultimately sighed.
How could one's calligraphy improve in the span of a few minutes?
It was indeed ugly-looking, but at the very least… the words written were clear enough, right?
They were only competing in poetry and not how nice the calligraphy was, correct?
But what if they also took the calligraphy into account?
Should he write another poem then?
The quality of words was not beautiful enough, so should he make up for it in quantity?
(In any case, I did a check and no one wrote these two poems before. Even if I wrote them, no one would know.)
(Mn… Should I be shameless or not? Damn, I can't be so shameless!)
Lu Yuan glanced at the others. He eventually gritted his teeth and decided that he might as well go all-out. He wrote another poem at the blank space of the xuan paper.
(How can I be so shameless after all? I'm a plagiarizer! What a sinful person I am!)
Lu Yuan criticized himself for a long time.
......
"Mn, Dao Yuting's calligraphy looks courageous and strong. Although she is a female, the words she wrote are extremely domineering. This [Busy Farming Season] is also very well written. Good, good… As expected from someone who began studying literature at a young age. I feel that this poem can be rated 8.5 points."
"I feel that although the vigor of strokes in her calligraphy isn't bad and the words rhyme, it lacks 'flavor'. It seems a little too lively and romantic. I don't like the feelings this poem inspires. I suggest 8.4 instead."
"Hmm...i think 8.3 is more appropriate. After all, the poem has lost its 'flavor'."
"Shen Rong's [In the Field] is a modern poem containing the style of the current era. I feel we can give him 8.8 points. The moral of the poem isn't bad."
"Why an 8.8?"
"Haha, poems that can get above 8.8 would be something all of us old fellows approve of. Last year, the poem [Sky] managed to obtain this score. I feel that the modern poetry [In the Field] still lacks something. What do you think, Little Xi?"
"Mn, there are a few flaws in the text. The meaning is okay, but it emphasized too much on feelings… I would give it an 8.7."
"Hehe, you are even stricter than us, old fellows. Haha!"
"Mn? Check out this poem, it isn't bad. But who is the one who wrote it? Was it written by Ma Runzhi?"
"Ma Runzhi? That gifted scholar of Yan University?"
"Yea, this young man is exceptionally talented. His [Farmland]'s had sufficient meaning and concept. I think 8.9 is a fair score."
"8.9? It's quite high, right…?"
"Look."
"Oh, not bad, it's really not bad. I will give it 8.9 too. This poem can be considered an outstanding work. Old Li, are you not compiling poems and literary works from modern eras? I feel that this poem can enter your book."
"I think so too. Let's give it 8.9 then. His calligraphy causes my heart to lighten when I see the words. It's excellent."
.........
After the last person handed up his poem, everyone stared at the judging panel ahead.
They could see the old fellows either discussing with each other, sinking into contemplation, or sighing as they were deeply moved.
All of the contestants were filled with trepidation in their hearts.
To them, the monetary reward was nothing. The valuable thing was the evaluation and admiration of these old fellows.
These old men could be considered the cornerstones of China's literature world. All of them were existences the students looked up to. What was more important was that one of the old men was named Li Guonan, someone who was currently writing a [Poetry Anthology of the Modern Era]. If someone's work could enter his book, it would mean that they would be famous and could posture in the literature circle.
"Brother, do you feel very nervous now?"
"Still okay."
"Eh, then are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonan cast a strange look at Lu Yuan's hands.
"No…" Lu Yuan drew in a deep breath and placed his hands honestly on the table.
He was searching for cigarettes out of habit. He clearly knew he hadn't purchased any, but he subconsciously made the motion of searching his pockets.
In this situation, not smoking was something lonesome to Lu Yuan.
After all, waiting was lonely.
When Lu Yuan glanced at the direction of the judges, he saw an old man smoking while reading the xuan papers, and Lu Yuan felt a surge of envy in his heart. In fact, he even felt the impulse of heading over to that old man to get a cigarette.
"Brother, you really want it, right?" Xu Xiaonian stared at Lu Yuan.
"How did you know?"
"Naturally, because I also want to!"
"Oh? Can we go up the stage?"
"How can we go up the stage? We can only wait."
"Can what we want wait?"
"Why can't it wait?"
"Will he come over to give us cigarettes?"
"???" Xu Xiaonian, who originally had a face filled with anticipation, almost fell out of his seat when he heard Lu Yuan's words. When he turned his head and looked at Lu Yuan again, his balls were aching. "Give us cigarettes? You...you…"
"Wait, are we talking about the same topic or not?" Lu Yuan felt somewhat innocent.
"I'm hoping that my poem can enter his book...what are you thinking of?"
"I want to get him to spare me a cigarette. My addiction is kicking in…" Lu Yuan coughed softly. He felt an unbearable feeling as though the skin on his face was about to peel off.
"..." Xu Xiaonian instantly felt his vision turning dark.
What the hell!
.........
"These words are really… is there someone among us whose calligraphy is that bad?"
"Lu Yuan? Mn? [Sympathy for Peasants]?
"Two poems? Isn't it too exaggerated? Did he want to use quantity to make up for his ugly calligraphy?
"Hoeing grains in the blaze of noon."
"Eh… Each seed that's sown in spring?"
"What!"
"Bang!"
"This…"
"This is…"
At the venue, the sound of a judge smacking his palms on the table rang out.
Old Li who was smoking suddenly stood up. His eyes widened, and he was overwhelmed with shock!
Note:
悯农 [Sympathy for Peasants]"
This poem can be split into two parts, both were written by a poet named Li Shen from the Tang Dynasty
For those who are keen, you can find the english translation here: 
https://www.trainchinese.com/v2/wordDiscForWebsite.php?rAp=0&wordId=116399&tcLanguage=en 
https://shawnpowrie.com/chinese/min-nong/


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

The moment these words came out of his mouth, everyone had immediately turned their heads in the direction of June.
Within the eyes of Misa, Nisa and Maka Soma there was a questioning look, from looking at which June immediately understood that they did not know anything about it, but only the head elder had a surprised look in his eyes.
"Actually, this is the whole poem that is known throughout the generations of our Soma village", the head elder replied calmly without finding any kind offence in the June's words.
June also understood the intention and did not ask any further regarding it.
Actually, June had clearly understood most of the literary significance behind this folk poem. He did not know much about the literature works before, but he had enough common sense to understand that any kind of literature work could never thrive on just the fear alone.
The strongest ability of any literature work, especially like poems, stories, novels, plays, scripts and even the lyrics of a song is its ability to manipulate or juggle with the emotions of the reader, so that their mind may feel refreshed from any fatigue that they might have in the reality, and also helping the mind in dealing with the untamed emotions by giving a kind of pseudo experience to the mind  of the reader.
It is like in some cases, where reading the Romeo and Juliet will automatically alert the mind in some way or the another about the practical consequences of such actions in the society, so that in most of the cases our mind can subconsciously prepare by giving at least some kind of precaution or a warning in case the emotions start to roll out of control.
So normally, any famous literature work would naturally manipulate or juggle with the emotions of the reader in many kinds of different ways, but the thing is that, at least two balls are required for the proper juggling.
After all you can not juggle with just a single ball in your hands, but in this folk poem that was narrated by the head elder Hason Soma there was only one primary emotion, that was fear.
Like there was some kind of a warning hidden within these words.       
While June was wondering about the poem, a voice entered his ears.
"The name of this poem is 'Red Heavens'"
Said the head elder after resuming his original comforting elderly demeanor.
Then he started explain the real story portrayed in the poem.
As the legend goes, a very long time ago beyond those great mountains that could be seen in the northern direction, there was a kind of 'Holy City' that the people of Oma Hills region referred to as the 'White heavens'.
There were all kinds of mystical and supernatural stories regarding that city and the 'people' who used to live there.
Yes, that is right, "people".
It was a city of human beings and not deities but those humans had many different kinds of extraordinary abilities that were not a single bit less than the supernatural fiction when June heart it. With the least of it being that each one of them could at least fly.
For normal people living on these lands, this 'Holy City' had a very important significance because it very openly represented "Hope".
By this it meant that even an ordinary person who is the weakest born had the chance to reach there, and as the legend goes, you did not even need to have any kind of talent or special ability or even riches to find its way.
You do not have to do any kind of good things or bad things in order to be judged on the way to reaching that place.
There was only one way to find your way to that "White Heaven" and that was to awaken your "Will".
It was believed that for those people who have awakened their 'Will', doesn't matter if you are a new born child or a dying old man, even if you were to walk in southern direction, which was the opposite direction to the mountains in the north, still you could reach 'White Heavens' by taking just a single step.
This was the 'Hope' that was present in the hearts of all of the people that were alive at that period of time and they used to call it the "Will of Hope", their "White Heavens". 
And in fact, even the name of this place where they were currently living, that was called 'Oma Hills Region' also came from that holy city named "White Heavens".

What is science?

Study of laws of nature. A description of the rules that governs the world. 

Speed, acceleration, force, electricity, magnetism, space are nothing but names given to these laws.

June is the youngest physicist to gain Nobel Prize at the age of 25 for inventing a device that converts mass into energy.

Due to jealousy he himself becomes the victim of his own invention. His own body gets converted into energy that directly enters his soul. 

His soul crosses the barrier of life and death and he wakes up in a new body in a totally different world where knowledge is strength and body is the only weapon.

June finds himself in the beginning of an ancient era, era of Gods.

Hearing what she said, Lu Yunshuang's heart plummeted. 
No wonder Grandmother's attitude toward her had significantly dulled when she was back this time around. It turned out that this was the problem. 
"Grandmother, I..."
"Do not listen to Weiwei's nonsense. Although I'm at an elderly age, I still have the energy to walk to the Mansion Gate," the Dowager Duchess interrupted. 
Lu Yunshuang's face turned pallor. 
When the Dowager Duchess was young, she had traversed through the battlefields along with the Duke and was nothing short of prestigious. However, now that she was at an old age, she had to greet and pay respects to her granddaughter. She was sure to feel uncomfortable in her heart.
Now that she heard what the Dowager Duchess had to say, Lu Yunshuang felt immensely anxious and remorseful. 
Before she came over today, she had consigned someone to hand Aunt Zheng a letter. However, she had forgotten to remind her to keep their plans simple in order not to startle Grandmother. 
She only thought of it when she arrived before the gate of the Duke Mansion. However, it was already too late. 
The Dowager Duchess did not express her vexation then, so she never took this incident to heart. 
Nevertheless, being called out by Lu Liangwei like that highlighted her lack of understanding, making her seem unfilial as she appeared not to pay any heed to the Dowager Duchess. 
She attempted to save the situation by saying something, but the Dowager Duchess had already begun to speak.
"It's now March, the season of spring where the grasses are tall, the nightingales are high in the air and the willow trees are green while the flowers bloom a bright red. Both of you can use this as the main topic and compose a poem about it," she said. 
After a momentary pause, she sent a glance toward Lu Liangwei. "It does not have to be self-composed. If there are any good lines from the books you've read, you can write it down as well," she added. 
The instructions obviously benefitted Lu Liangwei. 
Due to Lu Liangwei's usual capricious behavior, she had never done well in her studies. 
Feeling extremely disdainful, Lu Yunshuang shot Lu Liangwei a condescending stare. 
The Dowager Duchess's good intentions might all go to waste.
Other than her face, which was still somewhat useful, Lu Liangwei was a lowly educated and unskilled dimwit. 
Even if she was assigned the task of copying lines of a poem word by word from a book, she might not know how to do so. 
Lu Yunshuang remained silent as she smiled subtly. Holding up her sleeve with one hand and using the other to raise the brush then dip it in the ink, she appeared to ponder on her thoughts momentarily, then raised her head and proceeded to write on the paper right away. 
Her finesse stunned Long Chi, whose eyes glimmered in fascination immediately. 
He could not help but leave the audience seat and make his way to stand behind Lu Yunshuang. 
As his gaze fell on the paper, he could not resist reciting the words aloud. "The prettiest scenery capable of arousing my poetic heart lies in the start of spring, where the willow leaves have just emerged in unevenly colored pale yellow buds. If we waited till the flowers in Shanglin came to full bloom, we'd see people admiring the flowers everywhere once we stepped out of our rooms."[1]
Long Chi recited each of the sentences word by word. Coupled with his clear, melodious voice, the poem was capable of touching the hearts of many. 
After reciting, Long Chi mused upon the imagery described in the poem. He could not hide the glint of admiration in his eyes. "Shuanger, what a good poem!" he exclaimed.
The Dowager Duchess also nodded. "Shuanger's poem is fascinating. The words she used emanates the dignified style of a noble person," she commented. 
Upon hearing her daughter receiving praises from the Crown Prince and the Dowager Duchess, Aunt Zheng felt delighted, even more so than being on the receiving end of praises. 
She was high-spirited and extremely pleased. 
Lu Liangwei was not the slightest bit affected. To begin with, she did not know how to compose poems, but she had read a few classical poem books back in the present. Therefore, it would not be difficult for her to copy down a few good poems. 
Anyway, the Dowager Duchess had told them that if they did not know how to compose poems, they could always copy lines from other poems. 　　
She noticed the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard and pondered for a while before writing down a poem on the paper. 
"On this very day, last year at this very gate, faces and cherry blossoms both bloomed red. The faces are now in places unknown, yet the cherry blossoms still beam in the spring wind."[2]
Her voice was soft. When she recited the poem, her intonation had the soft and tender hush used by those who came from Jiangnan.
Furthermore, her expression was exceptionally serious when writing the poem. As she raised her head, her hair slid off her shoulder to expose her graceful, fair neck under the sunlight. 
...
[1] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.
[2] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.


Lu Liangwei wakes up to find herself transmigrated as a supporting character in the novel she had been reading a few days ago. According to the novel, this character has everything—beauty, wealth, status—except brains. Before Liangwei had taken over, she even went as far as to hang herself for the male protagonist that she loved: the Crown Prince as well as her sister's lover. Now that she has become a "brand new" person, it is time for her to turn her life around with charm and wit! She will get everyone to fall in love with her, even the Crown Prince's uncle—the Emperor! Who needs a prince when you can become the Empress herself?

"Good poem! This poem of Gao Gongzi is so lonely and missed. Xiaosheng has been studying for many years and has never seen such a good poem!"
"Unexpectedly, Gao Gongzi would be able to make such a good poem. I am waiting to admire him. It seems that the first talented person is Gao Gongzi!"
"Yes, we support Young Master Gao!"
Several literati stood up and applauded. Yan Chu glanced at them. It turned out that they were all childcares invited by Gao Jin.
"Miss Oiran, I think Gao Gongzi's poem is the best love poem in the world, what do you think?" A nursery said deliberately.
Oiran frowned, and she saw it for the first time in today's battle.
"Gao Gongzi's poem is indeed the best love a little girl has ever heard, but this poem has gone through the vicissitudes of life, and sorrow is revealed, and Gao Gongzi's life is proud of his youth, and he did not chant the poem when he was just singing the poem... "
The oiran shook his head regretfully: "Master Gao, I'm afraid you are not the first person to be a talented person."
"What do you mean!"
Gao Jin, who was originally triumphant, suddenly sank, and directly threw the hip flask in his hand to the ground.
 The rest of the literati nursery also said: "Miss Oiran, as long as the poem is good, it's enough, and you haven't mentioned any requirements for poems. Could it be that you Drunk Xianfang want to play tricks?
Oiran couldn't get off stage for a while, and Gao Jin wanted to rush to the stage directly.
At this moment, Yan Chu suddenly said: "Don't worry, everyone hasn't composed poems yet. The title of the world's number one love poem may not belong to Master Gao."
"The surname is Li, there is no place for you to speak here, go back to your Yongan City!" Gao Jin said fiercely.
Yan Chu's face sank, and he directly summoned the ink shadow sword, and put it directly on Gao Jin's neck.
Tnnd, I want to pretend, who can stop me?
Gao Jin shuddered, and a cold sweat broke out on his head. He reluctantly smiled and said, "Brother Li, just yin, even yin..."
Yan Chu snorted coldly and retracted the ink shadow sword.
Qi Wenhan's eyes condensed, he noticed that the flying sword in Yan Chu's hand was actually an immortal weapon.
Others can't tell. He, the sixth prince who has been used to seeing babies since he was a child, can tell at a glance.
Senior Yan is really extraordinary, and the Thunder Sect is by no means an ordinary school!
I just don't know what poem this senior Yan can make.
Yan Chu drank a glass of wine, then gently shook his head, and said:
"The slender cloud is a coincidence, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver guy is dark,"
"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win but countless in the world."
"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear with me and return home from Queqiao!"
"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the future!"
The song "The Magpie Bridge" has been passed down through the ages in the world of the previous life. Yan Chu casually chanted it, and it was amazing!
 The talented literati in the flower boat fell into silence for a while, savoring the affection in this poem.
Qi Wenhan was even more deeply shocked. He kept recalling the poems and said in his heart:
This poem by Senior Yan is truly the first love poem in the ages. Who can compete with him for the title of the top talented man in the world?
"Mr. Li, Xiaosheng... nothing to say!" A literati opened his mouth, trying to compliment Yan Chu, but he didn't know what words to use.
In addition to the first love poem of the ages, what other words can describe this "magpie bridge"?
"Master Li, the students are willing to worship Master Li as a teacher, even if they are holding an umbrella and rubbing ink for Master Li, there is no complaint!"
A song "The Magpie Bridge", on the spot made these arrogant talents bow their heads, and even bow their knees to apprentice!
Even a rough person like Gao Jin is convinced by Yan Chu's poems and doesn't know what to say.
"This poem of Li Gongzi is the first love poem in the ages, and I am willing to recognize Li Gongzi as the first genius!"
"Yes, Li Gongzi is the head of the talent, Miss Oiran should fulfill her promise!"
"Miss Oiran, don't keep talking, what on earth is this poem!"
The oiran put down the lute, hesitated for a moment, had to admit:
"The poem of Li Gongzi is indeed well-deserved, and the slave family...will belong to Li Gongzi tonight..."
 In the tone, there is a bit of helplessness and sadness, and a bit of decomposition.
The flower boat girl pushed in, with respect on her face, and said to Yan Chu:
"Li Gongzi's "The Magpie Bridge" is indeed the first of the talented people. This is the famous brand of Miss Oiran. When Li Gongzi got it, he got Miss Oiran."
Yan Chu had a guilty conscience when he took over the famous brand.
Not to mention this life, he has never been to any bad place in his previous life.
How to behave in a while to appear less novice? ?
There was a faint fragrance on the oiran's name tag, and Yan Chu received it, making others envied it.
"Young Master Li!"
Gao Jin suddenly shouted at this moment.
Yan Chu looked at Gao Jin, wondering if this kid would do something again, right?
However, he saw Gao Jin hand over his hands and said: "Gao Jin is convinced of the talent of Li Gongzi. In the future, Gao Jin will work hard to study. Ten years later, he will compete with Li Gongzi!"
What the hell?
Why is it a ten-year appointment?
But Yan Chu didn't mind.
Anyway, ten years later, Gao Jin was looking for Li Zeyang, who had nothing to do with Yan Chu.
He nodded casually, then turned over Miss Oiran's name tag impatiently.
What is the name of this beautiful oiran?
The moment Yan Chu turned over the famous brand, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Qi Wenhan leaned over curiously. After seeing the name on the name tag, he said in confusion: "The last name is Joe? It's a good last name."
 Gao Jin also said: "Miss Oiran is true to her name, Qiao Biluo...what a good name!"
That's right, Oiran's name is Joe Biluo.
Yan Chu's hand holding the famous brand suddenly trembled.
He never expected it.
I have already crossed it, and actually became the top one of His Highness Qiao Biluo!
It's no wonder that this oiran has always shown people from his back, he turned out to be a back killer!
Turning around, I'm afraid I don't want to see a hundreds-year-old grandmother!
"Senior Yan, what's the matter with you?" Qi Wenhan asked in doubt when he saw Yan Chu's face was not good.
Yan Chu beckoned to Gao Jin silently.
"What advice does Li Gongzi have?" Gao Jin asked.
"This stuff is given to you, and the poem just now is also given to you. From today on, you are the number one talented person in the world, and Qiao Biluo is yours too!"
After Yan Chu stuffed the famous brand into Gao Jin's hands, he jumped out of the flower boat directly through the window!
"Young Master Li!?"
"Senior Yan?!"
Yan Chu jumped out of the flower boat, rushed to the entrance of Zuixianfang, and tore down the banner, torn to pieces!
 His mouth kept muttering: I am not the number one, I am not the number one, I am not the number one...
"What's wrong with Li Gongzi?"
"The literary talent is somewhat mad. If you are not mad, how can you write such a romantic love poem?"
"It makes sense, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Li Gongzi Zhennai Shixian Xianfan!"
Gao Jin held the name tag and suddenly reacted: "So, Qiao Biluo belongs to me?"
The flower boat girl hesitated: "Yes, it's true..."
When Gao Jin heard this, he was ecstatic and rushed towards the oiran: "Miss Joe, let's get drunk tonight!"
What Ling Gao Jin didn't expect was that Qiao Biluo, who was sitting on the stage like a virgin, suddenly waved his pipa and smashed it directly on Gao Jin's face. Then, like Yan Chu, he climbed the window and jumped out!
"What's the situation again!!"
"It's Li Gongzi's literary talent that makes Miss Qiao obsessed, Miss Qiao is going to elope with Li Gongzi!"
"It's a song and tearful love story. I have creative inspiration again. After I go home, I will be able to write a good poem that shocks the world!
"Prince Li, Miss Qiao, we bless you! You must be happy!!"

"Ding! Congratulations to host for successfully activating 300 Tang Poems. The contents from this book has completely been uploaded into your mind."
Following the system’s notifications, Xu Que felt an immense amount of knowledge on poetry within his head. In the blink of an eye, he had assimilated all these information.
Poem competition? Who’s afraid?
Xu Que smiled widely as he took a huge sip of tea before wiping his lips. He then spoke, "As the scholarly saying goes, ‘To not reciprocate in kind, is to go against etiquette.’ Since young master Mo gave me some words, I shall return some words to you in the form of a poem!"
The crowd paused in shock. A poem?
Young master Mo was teaching you a lesson and it’s your honor to be taught by someone like him. How dare you speak of returning some words to him? Are you crazy?
Young master Mo’s title of Poem King isn’t being modest at all. You are just a mere nameless student, and you dare to talk big in front of him!
The crowd broke out in insults as they started throwing harsh words at Xu Que.
A student was shaking his head as he laughed out loudly, "Young master Mo could read at age three, could write at five years of age. When he was ten, he started composing poems. Even the Fire Emperor called him the Poem King. How dare you belittle his reputation and talk back in defiance. You even mentioned something about returning words to him? You’re really overestimating yourself!"
"Is that so? What’re you going to do about it?"
Xu Que laughed out before he continued, "When I was three years old, I was composing poems about rivers and history. When I was five, I was writing poems so long that they resembled seas. When I was ten, the subject of my writings were no longer limited and I was writing about everything under the sun, including grass, rocks, trees. I was dubbed the Poem Deity. My nickname was Dugu Qiu Bai, a loner begging for failure!"

"..." The entire scene fell into absolute silence!
Some of them looked at Xu Que incredulously, speechless to whatever he had just said.
Of course, they had met people who could boast and yet nobody could come close to Xu Que, who could boast about owning the heavens!
Poem Deity? A loner begging for failure? Why don’t you just call yourself God then?
Tang Liu Feng had a bitter expression of his face as he clutched his forehead, as though he was seated on a matt filled with needles. He too, felt that Xu Que had gone overboard with his bragging.
If he could really write poems so well since a young age, then why hasn’t anyone heard of his name?
When Mo Yun Shang heard Xu Que’s words, he couldn’t help but smile and shake his head. He then looked at Xu Que mockingly, "Since brother Li decided to return a poem to me, fine. I shall prick an ear and listen attentively to what he has to say!"
As soon as he said this, the entire crowd cheered and started praising him.
"Indeed, young master Mo is an exemplary student with his poise and elegance!"
"This is a true role model for everyone on how to handle an arrogant student!"
 
At this point, Madam Ya’s eyes were gleaming as she found a place for herself to sit. Her eyes were still focused on Xu Que.
In actual fact, she couldn’t stand any longer, for she was completely drained of energy.
As the sister of Fire Emperor, Madam Ya has a secret that nobody knows about. She highly regards and even revere students with exceptional talents. Everytime she sees someone reciting a good poem, her emotions would go out of control. This will manifest in her body as her legs will go weak. She will also turn extremely red in the face.
Today, she had met Li Bai, who was unheard of before this event, who possessed extraordinary talents in intelligence and guile. Against Bright Saints College’s Poem King, young master Mo, the both of them are an equal match for each other. Watching them go against each other head on caused Madam Ya to lose control of her own emotions. Even before they had started, her legs started to tremble.
Xu Que had also noticed Madam Ya’s blazing gaze upon his body as was startled. Fuck me, why is this lady so scary? It looks as though she’s about to swallow me whole. It’s too distracting!
However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xu Que didn’t dare to read too much into this now. He focused all his attention away from those thoughts.
He directed his gaze towards Mo Yun Shan, "Young master Mo, you mentioned something about haughtiness inviting failure and modesty welcomes wisdom. You were scolding me for being haughty and arrogant huh? Although your words are correct, you cannot use this on just anyone!"

"For example, me. I used to be extremely modest. Someone told me that my poem writing skills were fantastic, but I insisted that they were only average. As soon as I said those words, that man slapped my face on the spot for being hypocritical. Hence, I turned over a new leaf and stopped making the mistake of being too modest ever again."
"..." When everyone heard this, their lips twitched violently, unsure of how to react to this.
Anyone who dared to speak such words were clearly shameless beyond measure and had reached the pinnacle of being a braggart. To someone like this, everyone would often have no words in reply.
"Outrageous! Vulgar kid trying to appease the crowd!" At this, the expressionless young master Zhao burst out in anger after he cleared his throat.
Everyone turned their heads to look at him before looking back at Xu Que. They were smiling, elated in his downfall.
Li Bai, Li Bai. You’re doomed. You even managed to annoy the leader of the four great students. Let’s see how you can remain arrogant!
Tang Liu Feng was so afraid that his face had turned as white as sheet. He then nudged Xu Que to remind him, "Brother… Brother Li, even young master Zhao has spoken out. Maybe you should stop here!
"Why should I?" Xu Que didn’t care one bit.
"He… He’s the leader of the four great students. A few days later, when the Flaming Sun Princess chooses her Prince Consort, he would be the number one candidate. We must be careful not to offend him!"
"Prince Consort?" Hearing these words, Xu Que was enraged further but suppressed it white a cold smile, "He will never become the Prince Consort!"
"But..." Tang Liu Feng was at a loss for words as well. He realized that no matter what he said, he was never going to convince Xu Que to stop and thus decided to remain silent.
Right at this point, Mo Yun Shang revealed a look of impatience as if he had overestimated this Li Bai. He then stood up, disinterested, as he spoke out, "Li Bai, where’s the poem you promised?"
"Oh, I almost forgot. Young master Mo. Listen up. This poem will be extremely educational for you!"
Xu Que placed the tea cup down and took out his fan. He then looked into the distance and put on a pretentious look.
The audience had ignored his boasts as they fixed their gazes upon him, waiting for him to make a fool of himself!
Madam Ya was taking deep breaths, her eyes were filled in eager anticipation.
After Xu Que had posed like a scholarly student for several moments, he finally opened his mouth and recited, "Three feet from the ground rests a gutter, water flows through it every single day regardless of seasons."

The crowd were shocked when they heard this. Was this a poem about nature? How would there any educational element in this poem?
Right at this point, there was a loud smack as Xu Que closed the fan within his palms and completed the poem, "Neither cows nor goats will eat the grass around. But Yun Shan will wash his head in the ditch!"
Three feet from the ground rests a gutter, water flows through it every single day regardless of seasons
Neither cows nor goats will eat the grass around. But Yun Shan will wash his head in the ditch!
"Huh?"
When the crowd heard this, they frowned, unable to understand the poem.
Wasn’t this a normal poem about nature and scenery?
Ai, that can’t be. Yun Shan will wash his head? Isn’t Yun Shan young master Mo’s name?
This poem isn’t that simple!
"Three feet from the ground is a ditch, water flows through it every single day? Three feet from the ground, why would there be a ditch? That’s strange…" Tang Liu Feng was repeating Xu Que’s poem as he sipped his tea, clearly deep in thought.
Seeing everyone deep in thought, Xu Que was extremely calm as he returned to the dessert on his table.
Actually, this poem wasn’t a Tang dynasty poem at all. In fact, it’s an internet humorous poem that has been making its rounds. Or rather, it was a dirty poem!
‘Three feet from the ground is a ditch’ was referring to a part of women that mustn’t be described. As for ‘Yun Shan washing his head’, it referred to young master Mo as a penis!
Xu Que didn’t feel that this was inappropriate at all. Since you scolded me for being arrogant, I can scold you back too. Returning politeness with politeness, there was nothing wrong!


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

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