A majority of these poems that have been posted, are written by me, however at later dates I might add others.

Join me, as we venture deep into poetry.
Poems collected by other famous poets.
Poems collected by me.

"Student Li Xiao Bai greets both teachers." Li Xiao Bai walked up the stage and said politely.
Great Scholar Shen smiled at him, nodding.
Meanwhile, Teacher Jiang of this school asked: "Xiao Bai, do you have any poems?"
Teacher Jiang had a bit of worry shown between his brows. This Xiao Bai was very ordinary in talent, hopefully he had some sort of preparation before this, otherwise with his current standards, this would be a disappointing show.
It was okay if he was the only person disappointed, but right now with Great Scholar Shen here… Especially when the first half of this competition was very interesting and would become renowned in the world, if the later half was disappointing, everyone in the world would know that Teacher Jiang was a talented person but could not teach young talents himself.
"Teacher, I have a poem prepared." Li Xiao Bai immediately answered, he was quite confident.
"Then let us hear it." Teacher Jiang was slightly more assured now.
This Profound Literature grotto-heaven was not like any other place, it had a flourishing literary culture.
If anyone could make a good poem, even if nobody rewards them, heaven and earth would provide them benefits!
Thus, the art of creating poems was an important task, it directly affected the person's livelihood, status, reputation, and future.
Normally speaking, most scholars would accumulate their foundation and save some good poem lines as secrets, even if they could not compose a poem with those lines, they would save it for the future.
Thus, even though many scholars could create great poems, they would not publish them. They would conceal their strength and use them to deal with difficult poem competitions.
Because of this, it was not strange or surprising that Li Xiao Bai had a poem prepared.
Li Xiao Bai had his considerations.
"I have read countless poems in my life, most are world shocking creations, they are famous on Earth even after thousands of years, and after such a long time, the literature on Earth flourished greatly."
"But if I try to use these poems, it will be a problem!"
"This grotto-heaven world has an information path environment, it most excels at collecting information. Especially the method to observe literary qi and talent qi, almost everybody has such methods, they only vary in the depth of abilities."
"I lack literary qi and talent qi, before I used soul replacement, this was just an ordinary student. By creating a world shocking poem now, not only would people not believe me, they would also be suspicious and start investigating me."
"Even if I try to explain that it is not my work afterwards, it would be too late. I'd be seen as dishonest, in this world, everyone will despise and loathe me."
Fang Yuan had planned many things before infiltrating Profound Literature grotto-heaven to deal with all sorts of situations.
The clone Li Xiao Bai lacked literary qi and talent qi to begin with, it was not that Fang Yuan's own talents were lacking.
However, Li Xiao Bai had a large number of famous poems in his memories, other than those from Earth, there were also Fang Yuan's own creations.
Thus, Li Xiao Bai chose one of them and started to recite.
Teacher Jiang let out a breath of air, this poem was quite well constructed, it was barely living up to the standards of today's competition.
"What, it is nothing impressive."
"I sat beside Li Xiao Bai for three years in class, this is way beyond his usual standards, hahaha."
"Isn't that great? With his poem as the anchor, the next two winners will be very lucky."
The students below the stage became increasingly lively.
Even though Li Xiao Bai's poem was quite compatible with his known abilities, he still had many more talented classmates around.
Especially when some students had many precious poems that they prepared already in advance.
These poems were composed meticulously by them, using a lot of time and effort to create, they were too good for other situations, but this was an appropriate setting to use them.
When the drums started rolling and the red flower got passed around, these elite students became very excited, their eyes were shining.
The drums stopped.
Most of the students were disappointed, why were they not chosen?
Next, their eyes turned red, it was him again!
The red flower stopped at Li Xiao Bai's table.
"Oh?" Li Xiao Bai was also quite surprised.
"The rules are the rules, you can come up again." Great Scholar Shen laughed as he shook his head.
Teacher Jiang got worried again, according to Li Xiao Bai's nature and foundation, he had already performed above standard last time, this time…
But Li Xiao Bai started to recite his poem again.
This poem was on the same level as the previous one.
Teacher Jiang finally relaxed as he looked at Li Xiao Bai with a gentler expression: "It seems that even though this student is not as talented, he is very hardworking, he stored up two poems as backup. These two should be his own creation, it was not easy that he managed to compose them."
Li Xiao Bai did not put up a shameful performance, Teacher Jiang was very glad about it.
"The final person."
"Both chances went to Li Xiao Bai, sigh, that was truly bad luck!"
"If I had gone on stage, the two great scholars would definitely be pleasantly surprised. But I was not given a chance."
"I wonder who will get the third chance? If it is not me, I hope it is not them either."
The students were unable to sit still, they had their own thoughts as they lost their cool.
The drums rolled as the students looked at the red flower with bloodshot eyes.
"Pass it to me! Pass it to me!"
"Sigh, it has passed me… I hope the drumming continues and it makes its way to me again."
"Bang!"
The drums stopped abruptly with a loud sound.
Great Scholar Shen opened his eyes as he smiled: "Who is it this time, ugh."
He was dazed, a strange expression was shown on his face as he pointed at the final lucky star, he did not know whether to cry or laugh: "Why is it you again?"
Li Xiao Bai held the flower as he walked up the stage with a grim expression.
He first cupped his fists at the two scholars before turning to the students below the stage: "Fellow classmates, I really did not do this intentionally, getting up the stage thrice is less of a surprise and more of a shock to me. I know that most of you are more talented than me, but I have to recite three times, I sincerely apologize."
Originally, his classmates were shocked and furious, but after hearing Li Xiao Bai's words and expression, the anger in their hearts dissipated.
In fact, a portion of the people started to feel pity for Li Xiao Bai.
After all, Li Xiao Bai's talent and literary skills were inferior to them, wasn't he suffering by going up the stage?
"Your luck is too incredible. Forget it, start reciting." Teacher Jiang laughed as he spoke.
Li Xiao Bai started his recital again, the standard was ordinary but the final line was quite impressive.
Even though it was just a minor point, it elevated the entire poem to a new level.
Not only did Great Scholar Shen laugh and praise it, even Teacher Jiang was a little surprised: "The final line of your poem is quite interesting. How did you conceptualize it?"
Li Xiao Bai smiled bitterly: "Teacher, I don't dare to lie, this poem had only three lines originally, I thought of and added the final line earlier when I was anxious, to think that both sirs would enjoy it, I was also quite surprised!"
Teacher Jiang was stunned before laughing loudly.
Great Scholar Shen shook his head: "Li Xiao Bai, you are very honest."
It turned out that he had used a method secretly to inspect Li Xiao Bai's literary qi and talent qi, he obtained information that this person had quite an ordinary talent.
"But it is not something rare that he can have a flash of inspiration and perform better than normal." Great Scholar Shen had no suspicions.
Teacher Jiang reassessed Li Xiao Bai in a new light.
He looked at Li Xiao Bai inconspicuously as he thought: "Even though Li Xiao Bai is very ordinary in talent, he is very hardworking normally, that is how he had three poems prepared. Being able to gain inspiration and make up the verse on the spot shows that he has potential. But the best thing about him is that he said those words earlier before the third round, he apologized to his classmates, that was his good interpersonal skills. Being able to articulate as well as his writing, and sophisticated in human interaction, he is not bad."
"Wait." Teacher Jiang suddenly thought: "This competition is going to be famous in the world, my reputation has already spread throughout the world before this, that is not key. But Li Xiao Bai is going to become famous from this, if there were three students who performed, it would be less impactful, but he actually took all three chances, this way, he will be the center of attention."
"After ending in a draw against Brother Shen, nobody will find me for a duel in the short period. But there might be some devious people who would target my student in order to affect me!"
And the problem was, Li Xiao Bai was a common and ordinary student.
Teacher Jiang frowned as he made up his mind: "After this, I need to nurture Li Xiao Bai and secretly give him tuition! After this competition, everyone will know that Li Xiao Bai is my student. Even though I have many students, he is the only famous one."
"In the future, if anyone mentions Li Xiao Bai, my name will also come up. Our reputation is already tied together, I need to nurture him well, otherwise…"
Teacher Jiang felt very pressured, he decided to make sure Li Xiao Bai was a proper scholar even if he had to spend a huge amount of effort and resources. Even if he was a cheap piece of wood, he needed to be carved into jade in appearance!
Central Continent, Fei He mountain.
Gu Liu Ru stopped his killer move as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, he let out a breath of air: "It is done, his immortal aperture time has been shifted to its limit, he will face calamities and tribulations very often."
"Thank you for the hard work." Qin Ding Ling smiled as she looked at the sleeping Gu Yue Fang Zheng, suddenly, she gasped.
"What is it?" Gu Liu Ru asked in confusion.
Qin Ding Ling said: "I was using a killer move to inspect luck, I found that after your killer move was activated, Fang Zheng's luck changed again. His original luck was like a hill, lush and squarish, but now it has turned into… hmm… it looks like a pot lid."
Gu Liu Ru was very perplexed: "What premonition is this?"
Qin Ding Ling shook her head, she was troubled too: "In the short term, I cannot understand it."
Two months later.
A certain news made Fang Yuan's main body stop his cultivation.
"I finally found out the location of Dragon Palace."
"Good, I have basically learned all the qi path methods there are, I should act in advance and steal this Immortal Gu House in secret before Heavenly Court does!"


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
--------------------------------
Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


Today was 'the big day', as his grandmother had called it, but for Ace, it was just another day. He woke up at an unholy time - like he always did, and went through his newly modified workout. It had gotten to the point where he wore the weight straps every time he was inside the house - this included when working out. It caused his muscles to always be sore, but the benefits greatly outweighed the costs, pun, most certainly intended. With his fast recovery, there was no chance to overwork the body, and so he was perfectly healthy. Therefore, the weights only came off when he left the house, or had a shower, and every day, taking them off felt great. His body felt lighter, faster, nimbler, and just all-around superior.

As he dressed up in his uniform, hair recently dried from the shower, he picked up a black tactical backpack, which had already been prepared the day before. Ichugama offered to drive him, being the first day and all, but Ace just chose to skate there, it was early, and he could always get public transport regardless. It was a pleasant ride, it was still quite early, and the air was fresh. Ace skated, weaving through the hustle and bustle of countless people going to work. On the way, he spotted multiple cars with people his age inside. Some even saw him, but were probably not paying enough attention to realise he was wearing a uniform as well.

As he got closer to the school, he saw that cars were beginning to stop, and students were getting out, and making their way to the school gates, whilst meeting up with friends. Ace had already been informed as to where he should go, so instead of going straight to the classroom, he went to the reception, where a kind-looking man looked at him, smiled, and asked him to follow him in English.

On the way there, however, there was something that caught his eyes, there were poems around the walls, inscribed in kanji, however, the poems had a very similar feel to some he had seen before. "Excuse me?", Ace asked in Japanese, ���Do you mind telling me who wrote these poems?"

"Of course not, it was Miss Agame, if I remember correctly, she is a senior.", he said, and Ace smiled, thanking him for his help.

 He asked for Ace to sit down, and then handed him his schedule, which he quickly memorised with a cursory glance and then folded it, and stored it in his pocket, he would have to get rid of it when he could. The man noticed this and smiled, before continuing to explain, he asked if a map of the school was necessary, but Ace had already been given one in his last meeting, which he had memorised, and so it was not needed. Then, after a short explanation of some of the school's regulations, he asked Ace to wait until his teacher came.

It was only a short wait, before an old man came, he had a cane, and appeared to lean into it, but Ace could tell that it was all fake, the old man could walk perfectly. In fact, it was the state of the cane that gave it away, usually, it would have drag marks, and would bump with the side of the user's foot, however, this one was perfectly flat. Ace made no comment, and just stood up, greeting his teacher respectfully.

"Good. Now come, we must get to class.", he then said no more, and mock-hobbled to the classroom.

They entered the large classroom, and instantly, all students were quiet, and got back to their seats. The silence only lasted a matter of seconds, however, as soon, they spotted Ace, and the murmurs began. Ace heard all of them, but there was nothing surprising, nothing he had not heard before. He just stood with his back straight, but in a relaxed, open manner. He made eye contact with his classmates, and while they were analyzing him, he was analysing them.

The teacher smiled at his students, and said, "As you can see, we have a new student, so I do hope you show him the way, and help him with anything he needs.", he said, before sitting down, and asking Ace to sit wherever there was an empty seat. He then rested his head back, and closed his eyes.

Ace looked back at his chittering classmates, and walked forward, asking, "Where should I sit?"

Immediately, shouts from around the room sounded out, and Ace just waited, 'And right about… Now.'

Right as that final thought passed through his head, a boy stood up, "Come on guys, let's be calm, look there are multiple empty seats around, the room, so what if we do this, for the next week, you sit in one seat each day, and then you can choose one. Does that seem fair to everyone?"

They all agreed with grumbles, and then the boy turned around, brushing his long, brown hair out of his face, "I'm Botan, the classroom president.", he said this in English, and Ace smiled, not intending to tell them he could speak Japanese, at least not for the moment. He knew they would soon know, since they had classes in Japanese, but for now, letting them talk to each other in Japanese, so as to gauge their first impressions of him would be useful.

"I'm Ace, pleased to meet you.", he paused momentarily, "Is there a particular place where I should sit?"

The boy looked at him from his feet to his eyes, and answered with a question of his own, "Do you do sports?"

This was a question he had expected, after all, by looking at his body and posture, he could tell that Botan practised sports as well. "Yeah.", Ace nodded, "I swim sometimes, but nothing too crazy."

"Ah… I see.", he then turned around slightly, "Ok, you should sit next to me for today, I'll show you the way around the school, and answer any questions you may have.", he said, before showing him to the two empty seats that were on the front row.

Ace heard the grumbles, and so did Boten most likely, but they ignored them, and they sat down. As soon as they did, however, it became free season, and people quickly crowded around Ace, asking him a multitude of questions.

"Ok guys, calm down, if you have a question, wait for him to answer one, and then ask.", A girl said, and they all seemed to listen to her suggestion, "Ok.", one boy began, "How long have you been living in Japan?"

"Uhhh, about a week, give or take.", "Ah cool, well if you need anything or have any questions about the city, just ask, I am sure that I can help you.", he said, and Ace smiled at him in thanks,  and he heard more than a few sighs of contentment.

"Have you ever tried modelling?", a girl asked, but before Ace could get to it, a girl shrieked, "Of course he has, do you not know who he is?"

'Well, that was quick.', Ace thought, as he turned to look at the triumphant girl.

"He's famous!", she bellowed, and everyone looked quizzically at each other, until a boy shouted as well, "Yes! I knew I recognised him! He's a streamer, a famous one! Look!", he said, showing his phone at the class, "He has millions of followers!"

At this, the class went into a commotion, and Ace just leaned back on his chair, and waited for them to ask questions, it most certainly did not take long, "Why are you here?", "Do you have a girlfriend?" , "Will you stay long?", and many more.

The story of a boy overcome with pain, that suddenly isn't.

                                      **********

The story is about a boy, Ace, who is suddenly healed from his pain. He decides to make the best out of his god (?) given gift.

You can expect politics, show business, videogames, sports, and much more.

I hope you enjoy the novel, Happy Reading!




The image does not belong to me, full credits to the creator, if you wish for me to remove it, contact me at: insidiouswebnovel@gmail.com

Needless to say, because of that group's participation, the entire poem platform turned into their dominion; writing poems and stroking each other's ego.
On Weibo, the flame war started long ago.
[WTF is this? Good poem? Good my *ss!]
[Very wet[1], definitely wet. It's so wet that I can't bear to look at it.]
[Even professional circle jerks should have a limit. This is jerking it to the milky way!]
[They dared to criticize Y's poem before this. Now that you compare them, Y is like a scholar!]
[Previous poster, you're wrong to say that. Y is a scholar to start with!]
[I can't take it anymore. Someone please get Y out of hiding and compose a few poems so I can wash my eyes. Our Chinese literature is being sullied by these idiots.]
…
Voices of complaints went on. It was no wonder they would bring it to Ye Lingchen's Weibo account.
However, the more dissents there were on the internet, the more it fueled that group's excitement. They had never been so famous. Now that they had the attention of so many people, it was impossible to not feel excited.
They were spreading Chinese culture. They were bringing Chinese poems into the sights of the public!
They instantly felt sacred, as though their shoulders were loaded with heavy responsibilities.
Right then, the WA's Vice-Chairman Huang Lihua, who dissed Celestial Bane online, put forward his opinion once again.
Reading through the criticisms on the internet, his heart already felt annoyed. When he saw so many people bringing up Y's name and claiming that his group's poem was nothing compared to Y, his patience ran out.
What did his association stand for? Bathed in decades of traditional literature, they were the heirs of Chinese literature. How could they be surpassed by a web novel writer?
He could not help but make a post on Weibo:
[Lately, Weibo is becoming lively with people writing poems. Everyone's voices are loud. This represents the rise of Chinese traditional literature, and the phenomenon is inseparable from the hard works of traditional literary scholars. It is a form of recognition for us; one that I'm comforted by! However, I still hear the other voices. On this, I must speak up and say my piece.]
[First, I admit that within our WA, some poems fall short of the standards. However, everyone had to start off as a beginner. For them to present their works to everyone, that takes courage! Secondly, there are plenty of good compositions within our works. For example, Moon, So Bright! by XX WA President; Wind, So Comforting! by XX WA Vice President; Snow, So White! by XX WA[2] Chairman. These compositions are considered classics! Compared to Y's poems, they are much better!] 
He quickly wrote an entire paragraph. With a smug smile on his face, he uploaded it to Weibo.
As expected, once it was uploaded, the views skyrocketed.
[F*ck! So shameless! What does the rise of traditional literature have to do with them?]
[Please check the facts. It's because of Y's poem that triggered this event alright?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. This bugger is feeding us bullsh*t. Please get Y to save me…]
…
Meanwhile, a few other major WA members started to reply to the post.
[Thank you, Chairman Huang. Your poem, Flower, So Beautiful! is the true classic.]
[Chairman Huang's words resonate deeply with me. That's the truth!]
[Chairman Huang's summary is very accurate. However, I need to add on a little bit.] Right then, another vice-chairman of the WA came forward and interjected, [Many people are still tagging Y, asking for him to compose a poem. Seeing that, I feel that it's laughable. These people don't understand poems at all!]
[When it comes to writing poems, apart from talent, one would also require inspiration. As the saying goes, the abundance of the heart leads to the spring of ideas. Our poems were all born through trials, tribulations, along with the right environment for its conception. These people tagged Y to call him out, but did he show himself? Not at all! Are they expecting him to create a poem on the fly? Based on his talents, I'm sorry, that's impossible!]
[Chairman Shi is right, it makes sense!]
[Hahaha, that's right. You see lately Y hasn't been showing himself. You want him to compose a poem? Wait on!]
[Straight to the point, as expected of the chairman. Since when was writing a poem easy? If he can compose one, I'll eat three pounds of poop!]
Members of the WA continued to sing their praises.
[I can't take it anymore, I need to escape. These people are too much.]
[At least I feel that Y's poems are a hundred times better than theirs. Shameless bunch!]
[Even a scumbag is not as scummy as them. They're the best... at losing themselves in their boast.]
However, quite a number of people were shaken. After all, the WA was the authority in such issues, making it easier for them to be convincing.
[Guys, let's not argue. The WA has their point too. How can he just compose a poem on the fly?]
[I think these chairmans' poems are quite good. They read well.]
[Most of Y's die-hard fans can't recognize reality and live in their own dream world.]
[Hehe, a lot of people refuse to believe it. Why don't you get Y to show himself? I don't need him to compose a poem on the fly. If he can compose a poem that everyone likes within three days, I'll submit to him!] Chairman Shi grew more prideful as he typed. [I'll bet that he won't dare to show himself!]
At first, Ye Lingchen was only there to watch the drama and did not consider taking part. However, the flames of war had mysteriously latched onto him.
Ye Lingchen's heart was unaffected by the provocations, but rather, it brought him a slight twinge of excitement.
These people were delivering popularity right to his doorsteps!
It was originally a trivial matter, but they managed to blow it to the point of being the top search result. That was a major assistance for him.
'F*ck! What wonderful people!'
'I don't dare to show myself? Why won't I, the prodigy, show myself?'
'Since you're forcing me to compose a poem, then I'll have to take you up on it.'
Without hesitation, Ye Lingchen announced on Weibo. [Is composing a poem on the fly that difficult?]
In just a simple sentence, but it sent Weibo into a frenzy in an instant.
[F*ck! Novel Y replied immediately?]
[OMG, OMG! It's going to be another bloodbath!]
[You see that tone. Y is going to compose a poem on the spot?]
[Y, you're too impulsive. The opposing party is obviously trying to agitate you and have you embarrass yourself.]
[Y, let's ignore them. Why should you compose a poem on the fly for them? We need time too!]
At the same time, Capital University's Professor Wan Yun was also following this incident. After seeing Novel Y making a statement, he unwittingly frowned his brows. That was just too impulsive! Composing a poem on the spot was no different from the seven-step verse[3]. Even the legends of ancient times were awed by such a feat. How was it possible for those in the modern age?
Ye Lingchen ignored the excited crowd, but instead closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts for a moment before typing on his computer.
[The first poem, on wind.]
[Lyrics to the Melody of Green Jadeite Bowl-New Year's Night
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees,
As if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
Precious horses and lavish carriages go by leaving a scented trail.
Phoenix flutes music perform as the timekeeper witnesses the turning of hours,
Throughout the night lanterns in the shape of fish and dragons dance and gyrate.
Golden are the willowy tassels of her butterfly hairpin,
Among giggles and chatters, her scent is fading away.
In the crowd, I look for her presence everywhere time and again,
Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there,
Where lights are dim and faint[4].]
...
[1] 好湿 (Hao Shi / very wet) and 好诗 (Hao Shi / good poem) sound the same.
[2] XX WA- In raw, the author did not put XX City or XX District, so we just went with XX. WA over here is the acronym for Writer's Association.
[3] The Seven-step verse tells the story of a genius scholar in classical literature who was issued an ultimatum: Compose a poem within 7 steps or be executed. The scholar managed to recite a poem consisting of four verses with five chinese characters in each line.
[4] The translation of this poem is sourced from https://28utscprojects.wordpress.com/2011/10/01/s202/


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...

Hello fellow reader! My name is Apollo! I am a gender nonconforming person. On this app I have assigned my gender as male (although I don't care what you call me). I transferred to this platform from Wattpad where I am known as 'Punky_Bruiser83'. I have a few stories on wattpad that I hope to soon transfer to this platform. I am a 15 year old author hoping to leave a smile on readers faces. I have been writing on Wattpad since 2018 when I was 12 years old. Pretty crazy right! I enjoy writing many different stories. I have written short stories, poems, X readers, etc. which can all be found on Wattpad. I have been working on a project for almost 2 years now and I hope to start publishing some time in 2021. I recently moved from Michigan all the way down to Georgia. And haven't been focused much on my creative writing. I live in a small town and I am not that popular or famous. But I hope to change that over time as I publish my stories and hopefully impact lives of my readers. I hope you all have a wonderful day! And please be sure to interact with my account if you ever wish to know more. Never be afraid to contact me if you need help or just want a friend to talk to! Thank you for checking out my small introduction and I hope to see you again!

-Apollo_M836

That night.
　　 In the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, Mu Xu Zong was lying on a bamboo chair.
　　 After first aid, he was in good condition, but he had broken eight ribs.
　　 "President Yan, thanks to your help today, although there is no substantial help." Mu Xuzong said weakly.
　　 Yan Chu comforted: "As a man, I should be the same enemy and help each other, but I don't know if the 500,000 spiritual stones promised by the city lord are still counted?"
　　 "What 500,000 spiritual stones?" Mu Xuzong pretended to be foolish.
　　 Yan Chu smiled slightly and shouted to the rear:
　　 "Qingqian! Your father said just now that he will be a good man when he gets better, and he will let Qiuxiang from Tianxianglou wait for him!"
　　 Are you the devil? ! ? !
　　 Mu Xu Zong hurriedly roared: "Five hundred thousand is five hundred thousand. Please also ask Yan Zhangmen to leave a way for someone to make a living!"
　　 "City Lord Mu said he was joking!" Yan Chu continued shouting.
　　 Mu Qingqian did not kill again.
　　 Yan Chu smiled satisfied.
　　 "Hey, Lao Mu, it's the best time for me to say that I'm still single. Back then, I advised you not to get married. You have to get married. Now it's all right, right?"
 　　 On the other side of Mu Xu Zong, a fat, oily middle-aged man sat beside him, holding a pu fan in one hand and a watermelon in the other, eating happily.
　　 "You're so embarrassed to say, if it wasn't for you old man, I could lie here?" Mu Xuzong said angrily.
　　 "Hey, I'm the same as the city lord, don't have an old man, can you respect me and walk together?" The fat man said with a smile.
　　 This fat man who was going to send his wife to Mu Xu Zong, after just introduced by Mu Xu Zong, he turned out to be the city lord of Changle City——Piao Wannian!
　　 Not long ago, Yan Chu took Mu Qingqian away, and Mu Xuzong called his good brother Piao Wannian to Yongan City. The two had a great time.
　　Mu Xu Zong's two dozen beautiful women were all sent by Park Wannian.
　　 "By the way, I heard that the head of Yan is going to my Changle City to accept disciples?" Park Wannian asked curiously.
　　 Yan Chu nodded: "Exactly."
　　 "Good thing!"
　　 Pu Wannian slapped his thigh with excitement: "I heard that the head of Yan is strong and capable of educating students, and that the head of Yan is willing to come to our Changle City to accept disciples. It is a hundred years of blessing for the people of Changle City!"
　　 Park Wannian has heard a lot about Yan Chu's legend.
　　 What kind of strength is already in the Mahayana realm, what makes Li Zeyang break through with a palm, and what "being born with me to be useful".
 　　All are legends!
"And it's a good time for the head of Yan to catch up. Our famous Drunken Fairy in Tianshui Prefecture will come to Changle City tomorrow. This is a rare event in ten years. Even Chutian County will be admired by people. Come, Changle City will be very lively when the time comes, and Yan Zhangmen must go shopping."
　　 Yan Chu wondered: "What is Zuixianfang?"
　　 "The head of Yan doesn't know about Zuixianfang?" Park Wannian looked very surprised, "There are still men in Tianshui who don't know about Zuixianfang?"
　　Mu Xu Zong cursed: "The head of Yan is devoted to Taoism, and he lives in a simple way. Do you think you will be prostitutes like you for thousands of years?"
Park Wannian laughed and said: "If men don't go to Drunk Xianfang, even if the emperor is in vain! This Drunk Xianfang is actually the most famous brothel in Tianshui Prefecture. The women in the square are not only good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also literary and dance. He is also very happy to please men, and Zui Xian Fang is not fixed in one place, but a large fleet of ships that only stay in one city for three days at a time, and then go to the next city."
　　 Mu Xu Zong sighed: "If we Yongan City is not facing the river or the sea, we have no chance with Zuixianfang..."
　　Park Wannian said again:
"All of the above are secondary. The most attractive thing about Zui Xian Fang is the oiran in their workshop. It is said that Zui Xian Fang oiran is as beautiful as a god, and there is no woman comparable to it in the world. This oiran has only been doing art for so many years...it's not that he doesn't sell himself, but the oiran said that only the top talented person in the world deserves to spend the night with her, but the top talented person has never appeared."
 "The first night when Drunk Xianfang docked, there would be a Drunk Fairy Lantern Festival. All literary talents would come here admiringly, reciting poems, and competing for the top of the so-called talented scholars... Hey, I read little, and I am a oiran. Hopeless, but head Yan can go and try."
　　Piao Wannian, this guy is not only rich in experience, but also has a series of conversations, which makes Yan Chu ticklish.
　　 He wanted to see how beautiful this so-called oiran was.
　　 As for the Drunken Fairy Lantern Festival and poems, Yan Chu was not afraid at all.
　　 In the last life, the Chinese teacher always asked him to recite ancient poems. Yan Chu didn't understand it at the time. Now he understands-that is the golden finger prepared by the teachers for future students to cross!
　　 The head of the talented scholar, casually chanting a few poems, isn't it easy to catch him?
　　 "City Lord Park, I will go to Changle City tomorrow and ask the old driver to lead the way." Yan Chu said with his hands.
　　 "What is an old driver?" Park Mannian asked in confusion.
　　 Yan Chu smiled and said: "This is not important. In short, I will rely more on City Lord Park tomorrow."
　　 "Haha! That's natural!" Park Wannian showed a wretched smile.
　　 "What are you talking about?" Mu Qingqian suddenly appeared behind the three, holding two sabers.
 　　 The three shivered suddenly, and Yan Chu immediately pointed to the stars in the sky and said:
"We are talking about the stars! Oh, the two city masters, look, the purple star is big and round, it seems to be competing with the moon, and there are two small stars flying around... what kind of star is that? ?"
　　 Pu Wannian hurriedly followed up: "The head of Yan doesn't even know this Ziwei Emperor?"
　　 "What the hell?"
"Ziwei Emperor Star, it is rumored that the stars will only appear when the Emperor Master appears. The so-called Emperor Master is a super saint standing above the kings and sages! This Ziwei Emperor star has been around for half a month. ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Although the light is dazzling, it is a little worse than the real Ziwei Emperor. This shows that the mysterious emperor is one step away from the real emperor."
Mu Xuzong followed, "But even so, this newly-emerged Ziwei Emperor Star has already moved into the Kingdom of God, and the seven holy places have sent people to find this powerful emperor. You see, Lord Yan, that There are two stars flying by the purple emperor star, indicating that this emperor teacher has trained two preparatory emperor sages."
　　 "Emperor, sage, Ziwei Emperor... How do I feel so familiar?"
　　 Yan Chu looked at Mu Qingqian in surprise: "Qingqian, when you and Zeyang had an epiphany that day, what was the qi that appeared on your head?"
　　 "Xuan Huang Zi Wei Qi." Mu Qingqian replied lightly.
　　 "So you two are preparing for the emperor and sage?"
"probably."
　　 Yan Chu was overjoyed and quickly said: "Congratulations, if you two dominate in the future, don't forget me as the head!"
 　　The disciple became the emperor and sage, so he should be flattering.
　　 Mu Qingqian looked at Yan Chu suspiciously: "Head, the second junior brother and I are preparatory emperor sages, you are the emperor, why would I forget you?"
　　 "Hey, yes! I am the emperor!" Yan Chu reacted.
Yes indeed! Lao Tzu is an emperor! The emperor is clearly better than the emperor and sage!
　　 He turned around, but saw Mu Xuzong and Park Wannian's expressions sluggish, and the emotions in their eyes were hard to find in the world.
　　 "My daughter... is actually the preparatory emperor sage??" Mu Xu Zong muttered to himself, "Yan Zhangmen... is actually the legendary emperor?!!!"

The poem was done reciting.

After seeing that the female university student did not answer for a long while, he carried on, "This poem is called, "The Furthest Distance in the World" and is also called, "The Flying Bird and Fish". Today I'm giving it you. Is Beijing and New York very far? I do not think so at all. You can still meet again, you can know each other again, you can fall in love again and can be together once again. Are you going to be defeated by this trivial geographical distance? Then your feelings aren't anything worth mentioning. Lady, don't use distance as an excuse. Do not use distance to avoid reality. In my opinion, the distance between you isn't far. Think of the flying bird and think of the small fish. If you are stubborn and insist on being self-righteous, then I will not say another word if you were to slash down with the blade!"

"..."

There was complete silence on the other side of the line.

Following that, the sound of a girl sobbing could be heard, "Flying bird...and fish...*sob*...Flying bird...and fish..."

Upon hearing the sobbing, everyone in the broadcasting room were excited. Previously, she had appeared too calm, but now she had cried? This meant she was moved!

The female university student said while sobbing, "Teacher, then...what...should I do?"

Zhang Ye gave a thought, "I do not know what you should do either. This is your path, so you will need to find your own path."

"But...*sob*...I don't know how to walk down the path..." The female university student pleaded for help.

Zhao Guozhou, who was behind the glass, gave Zhang Ye an exaggerated gesture! The other Literature Channel staff were also secretly worried. Why can't you tell her what to do and save her? What do you mean, “You should find your own path?” What if she wanted to end her path there and then?

Wang Xiaomei kicked Zhang Ye in the shin.

However, it was as if Zhang Ye did not feel it.

The female university student cried, "Teacher, you tell me...what I should do...I trust you...*sob*...I can't sleep every day...What should I do...Everyday...I'm groggy...at night...I can't see any future..."

With her crying, Zhang Ye became calm, "Lady, I do not have the right or the way to help you decide your own path. Even if we tell you, you might not listen to it. You need to think it through carefully. Let me give you another poem. I hope it can enlighten you somewhat."

Another poem?

The people outside held their breaths again.

Zhang Ye said deeply, "The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light."

Again, this poem did not exist in this world, but it was famous in Zhang Ye's world. It was Gu Cheng's "A Generation". The entire poem only had those two verses. It was very short, but it contained within it a lot of energy. It was difficult to dissect and analyze the meanings within the poem. It could only be said that different people would have different insights. Zhang Ye gave her this poem, hoping she would be enlightened. At least, when Zhang Ye was previously lost, this poem had accompanied him for a long period of time.

"The dark night...gave me black eyes, but I use...them to seek the light." The female university student repeated it again and slowly stopped crying.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

The female university student suddenly spoke, "Teacher Zhang Ye, thank you. I think I know what I should do. I will wait for him. I also want to wait for him. Regardless of the final outcome, I will not try to commit suicide again. Thank you. Your two poems… I will remember them for life!"

Zhang Ye said, "I wish you happiness. I also believe a good lady like you will be happy."

The netizen listeners in front of their computer screens started sending in messages in an explosive manner, breaking all historical records. No number of refreshes were enough to show all of them!

"Heavens!"

"Teacher Zhang is too good!"

"Right, this is the first time I'm seeing a broadcast host who can speak so well!"

"’The Furthest Distance in the World’? This poem has too much feeling!"

"I think the later poem was the best. The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light. It's a superb poem, a superb poem for the ages!"

"No wonder he is able to write a divine work like "Ghost Blows Out the Light". I finally understand Teacher Zhang Ye's artistic standards. It is evidenced by these two poems!"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-storey pagoda. I've decided to support and listen to "Late-night Ghost Stories" every day!"

With the situation assuaged, Wang Xiaomei let out a long sigh of relief and quickly said to the listeners, "Thank you to everyone listening in to ‘Talk About the World’. We will meet you again tomorrow at the same time."

With the transmission cut, the live broadcast ended!

Wang Xiaomei slumped into her chair as if she had lost all strength.

Zhang Ye gave a wry smile as he touched his neck. He was also covered in sweat. D*mn it, to think I met a suicide situation on my first time being a guest! Can it even get any better!? Thankfully, he had the wisdom of the ancients and managed to somehow convince the lady!

The outer door opened as people rushed in.

Deputy Station Head Jia was no longer around. Zhao Guozhou was the first to enter and he said loudly, "Well done, Little Zhang! You did beautifully!"

"It was really thrilling!"

"Indeed, our Teacher Zhang is talented!"

People began to admire and praise him!

Zhang Ye's telephone editor, Xiaofang, also gave him a thumbs up from behind the crowd, "Teacher Zhang, those two poems were too great!"

Words could kill, but words could equally save. Today, everyone who listened in to the live broadcast learned this. By seeing this all at once, there were a lot of mixed emotions.

Wang Xiaomei stood up and daringly said, "Leader, today it was my responsibility. I will accept any punishments the station will mete. I was too provocative in my words."

Zhao Guozhou looked at her and did not criticize her, "Write a self-reflective piece and hand it to me tomorrow. Actually, it is not all your fault. That female university student had already prepared to commit suicide. Even if she did not make the phone call, she would definitely have committed suicide. From another perspective, by us counseling her, it's also us saving a life. Right, but make sure to be careful in the future. We need to greatly consider the listener's emotions and capacity to accept. This live broadcast can be said to be a lesson for all of us. It is also a form of experience."

The matter was done.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Wang Xiaomei looked towards Zhang Ye, "Those two poems were composed by you?"

Zhang Ye could not say no. After all, these poems did not exist in this world, "Yes."

"You can even compose poems?" Wang Xiaomei found it unbelievable.

Zhao Guozhou, who was about to leave, heard this and turned around and laughed, "All of you might not know how Little Zhang was accepted during the interview, right? It was because of a prose, "The Song of the Stormy Petrel". Our entire Literature Channel's combined efforts probably cannot even match Little Zhang's artistic talent in poems." Saying that, he reminiscenced and recited from the beginning. Zhang Ye never expected that Zhao Guozhou would actually be able to recite his poem verbatim. Clearly, he loved the prose so much. "...That is the courageous Petrel proudly soaring in the lightning over the sea's roar of fury; cries of victory the prophet: Let the tempest come strike harder!"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned!

"Good poem!"

"It's written so well!"

"This poem was also composed on the spot?"

Each of these poems was more stunning than the last. Only then did everyone recall what had just happened and an interesting thought arose in their minds. Hipsters were a kind of disease and so were cultured female youths. How could one cure this disease? The answer was simple; use a cultured male youth that was more artistic than the cultured female youth!


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!

famous short poems novel

Short Poems

Short poems

Tell me a poem

Poems of the Season

Reverend Insanity

The Ace

I Am A Prodigy

Introduction/Updates/Get to Know Me

droppppp

I’m Really a Superstar

People search famous short poems also like: