Ling Tian smiled, ignoring XiMen Qing completely as he said to Qian ShuiRou, "If that’s the case, this little brother will continue the poem from before," as he said that, he tapped the table lightly with his finger and pondered for a moment before reciting,
"The gentle rain and light fog forms a smiling tower,
With a flower-like spirit but yet gentle like the willows.
My silence doesn’t represent heartlessness,
The spring winds represent my desire and rain represents my worries!"
Qian ShuiRou showed a trace of embarrassment as she turned around. A few grunts could then be heard as the eight tall guards burned in anger, looking as though they wanted to rip Ling Tian to shreds. With a chuckle, Ling Tian ignored them completely.
"Good! What a ‘The spring winds represent my desire and rain represent my worries’!" An old scholar stroked his beard and nodded his head. Ling Tian’s gentle poem was greatly to his liking and it was a love poem about love at first sight.
As the six judges compared Ling Tian and XiMen Qing’s poems, they all began to frown. Be it depth or substance, they were extremely similar and each had their own strengths. It was just impossible to place one above the other and a draw was declared.
Ling Tian shook his head with a smile and said with a trace of helplessness, "Ling Tian was only continuing the poem which brother Qian had created a few days ago. The inspiration for this poem is from brother Qian and it has nothing to do with young noble XiMen or this poetry competition. How can such a poem be judged or be rated as a draw? Haha, if some casual nonsense by me can be considered a draw, it is far too much of preferential treatment to me. Haha…"
As Ling Tian said that, the faces of all the judges turned purple on the spot. None of them would have imagined that such a beautiful poem was not Ling Tian’s true talent to deal with the provoking XiMen Qing! If that’s the case, then just how talented was this young noble Ling? Furthermore, this Ling Tian was just too arrogant, actually calling such a beautiful poem nonsense. How was this trying to be humble? This was just complete arrogance!
In the eyes of everyone present, Ling Tian’s previous poem was already considered to be a fantastic piece of work almost good enough to be crowned champion. While XiMen Qing’s poem was far ahead of the other poems, it was slightly inferior as compared to Ling Tian’s poem! For the judges to rule it as a draw, it was already giving the XiMen Family a great deal of face! While XiMen Qing’s poem was outstanding, it was limited and far from being considered the work of a grandmaster. But for Ling Tian’s poem, especially the final two phrases, it was completely able to describe the tender feelings of youth in love. In love but yet unable to say a thing, wishing to confess but yet staying silent from shyness. With just these two phrases alone, it was already enough to be a work passed down for generations to come!
Furthermore, Ling Tian purposefully emphasized on the word ‘draw’ when he was speaking previously, making the faces of the judges turned red. Especially the three judges who were invited by XiMen Qing, naturally showing some biases towards XiMen Qing and greatly supporting both the poems to be ruled as a draw. As for Mister Qing and Meng LiGe, they were obviously on Ling Tian’s side but they still stuck to their principles. If they were to fight the other judges about such an issue, it would only make things ugly! Ling Tian had already won a round, and it wouldn’t do any harm to declare this round as a draw. Besides, XiMen Qing’s farewell poem also had its specialties and thus the both of them did not say anything, silently agreeing to rule this round as a draw.
Furthermore, both Mister Qing and Meng LiGe wanted to see all of Ling Tian’s abilities. If Ling Tian were to win an overwhelming victory at this moment, the both of them were worried that Ling Tian would just give up on the fight later and not reveal any of his talents anymore. With Mister Qin’s understanding of Ling Tian, he knew that Ling Tian was someone who liked to lay low, feigning a pig to eat the tigers. It was entirely possible for Ling Tian to stop revealing his talent at this moment!
At this moment, XiMen Qing was also puzzled in his heart. He was indeed trying hard to regain his reputation to rebuild his prestige. For Ling Tian to give up such a beautiful poem, wasn’t it as good as shooting himself in the foot?
With his own talent, XiMen Qing could naturally tell that Ling Tian’s poem was better than his. Thus, he was extremely nervous that the judges would rule his defeat again, causing him to lose all his reputation! He was greatly relieved the moment that he heard that the judges ruled this round to be a draw.
Now that he heard that Ling Tian wanted to give up this poem, XiMen Qing was completely at ease as he thought to himself, For a single poem to have one or two phrases capable of being passed on for generations, it requires a stroke of inspiration and most scholars would never be able to come out with anything better than that. There were even some scholars who were well-versed in multiple fields and had their fame spread across the world but were never able to come up with such a poem capable of being passed on for generations! Did Ling Tian really think that such a fantastic poem was a worthless scrap that could be found along the sides of a road? Even my own farewell poem was something which required a flash of inspiration and is my best work to date. I don’t believe this Ling Tian will be able to beat me over and over again!
Thinking about this, XiMen Qing snorted coldly, "Young noble Ling is indeed a talented individual and XiMen Qing is in awe! If young noble Ling is able to create another poem worthy of being passed down for generations, I will swear to never play with poetry in my life again!"
Ling Tian laughed and filled up his glass again. Looking at the wine in his glass, he slowly recited emotionlessly, "One who abandons me, the day yesterday cannot be kept; one who troubles me, the day today will be worrisome!"
With just these two phrases, the almost one thousand people in the Smoky Thea Tower were completely silent! XiMen Qing’s face was also completely ashen. With just these two opening phrases, this poem was definitely worthy of being passed on for generations!
Mister Qin and Meng LiGe’s faces gleamed as they looked towards Ling Tian as though they had just obtained a treasure. As they muttered these two phrases to themselves, they felt as though they had just tasted a hundred-year-old fine wine, with the strong aftertaste lingering in their mouth as they reminisced the taste of the wine!
Qian ShuiRou, Xiao YanXue, and the other ladies were completely in shock. They were all experts in this field and were fully capable of discerning good from bad. When they heard what Ling Tian said previously, they also thought that he was being extremely arrogant. But now that they had heard this beautiful opening, they stared at Ling Tian with an incredulous expression! When Ling Tian had casually opened his mouth previously, a beautiful phrase like ‘The spring winds represent my desire and rain represent my worries’ was recited. Who would have imagined that in this short 10 minutes, they would be able to hear another fantastic poem! Just how many people from the ancient times until now will be able to do that?! While Ling Tian’s talent couldn't be said to be unmatched in history and the following generations to come, it was more than enough for him to be crowned the number one talent in this generation!
Ling Tian frowned lightly as he walked out from the door of the Heavenly Moon Chamber as though he was in deep thought. Everyone couldn't help but hold in their breaths, afraid that their soft breathing might interrupt Ling Tian’s thoughts and destroy this historic work. If that happened they would definitely be scholarly sinners for life!
Ling Tian then took a few steps forward and looked up with an unrestrained demeanor like a hermit who was traveling the continent. At this moment, Ling Tian was no longer the number one silkpants, or the young noble of a Great Family. Instead, he was a broad and open-minded scholar, one who could see through all worldly affairs!
At this moment, Ling Tian’s crisp voice sounded, and he actually recited the whole poem in a single breath!
"The flock of geese migrating in autumn, one can enjoy a drink while viewing this scenery.
With the hopes of cruising the skies in flight, desiring to embrace the bright moon in one’s arms.
Just like how severing a stream with a knife increases its flow, drowning one’s sorrows with wine brings more sorrows
One cannot do as he desires in life, waiting for the time he has the freedom to float around in life!"
While the poem was already recited fully, the whole hall remained silent for a long time. Finally, someone began to lightly applaud, waking everyone up from their daze with the whole hall breaking out in thunderous applause!
What a beautiful poem this was! What a poem filled with wisdom! What an unrestrained mood! What a wise poem fully clear about worldly affairs!
What a talent he was! Even calling Ling Tian an outstanding talent wouldn’t be enough to describe one percent of Ling Tian’s talent!
Such a beautiful poem would definitely be passed on for generations to come! Ling Tian’s name would also be passed on with this poem, living on eternally!
As the applause died down, a white-haired old scholar walked forward with his body swaying. Everyone present could recognize this old scholar, he was well-renowned in the scholarly circle and was the publicly acknowledged number one scholar, Rong ZhiYu from Western Han. XiMen Qing was the disciple that he was the proudest of! Who would have thought that he would be present today? Rong ZhiYu had an upright character and was more knowledgeable than others, gaining respect from all scholars in the world! Seeing his teacher coming forward, XiMen Qing quickly went forward to support him.
Letting out a long sigh, Rong ZhiYu shook off XiMen Qing’s support and looked towards the crowd, "We are now in the territory of Sky Bearing and this old man shouldn’t be poking my nose in! However, this old man just cannot help but say something. I need to ask all the scholars in Sky Bearing something!"
Rong ZhiYu pointed at Ling Tian with his frail arms as his fingertip trembled and his voice turned hoarse. It was as though it took all he had to shout out, "Such a talent cannot even be described with the words ‘overflowing talent’ and he is a one in a thousand years genius! How did he become the number one silkpants in all of your eyes?! Are the people of Sky Bearing really that talented?"
"How can all of you even be fit to be called scholars?" Rong ZhiYu shouted, "Before this old man came here, everyone would only be filled with disdain towards the name ‘Ling Tian’. There were even some who told their children that it was better to be someone without talent than become like Ling Tian." Rong ZhiYu began laughing as tears filled his eyes, "This old man was still wondering just how horrible of a character young noble Ling must be! Now that I finally know the truth, it is really completely laughable! Completely lamentable! Completely intolerable! This is a complete destruction of something so beautiful! It is really like the saying, ‘The lack of talent is a virtue, who can be compared to Ling Tian?’ The foolishness of the world can really be seen!"
"Young noble Ling, this old man apologizes for my prejudice towards you before today!" As he said that, Rong ZhiYu gave a bow to Ling Tian. Before Ling Tian could even reply, Rong ZhiYu had already straightened his back and shouted, "Today, this old man will shamelessly give a title to Ling Tian on behalf of the scholars in the world! With young noble Ling’s age and talent, while there may be others like him in the future, he is definitely the first in history! He is definitely capable of being the number one poet in the world! Does anyone have an objection?"


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"Grandpa Guo, Duo Duo, you're here!"
Zhao Yiling gracefully walked to Guo Yunzi and greeted him, before she grabbed Duo Duo's hand and smiled at her.
"Yiling is getting more and more beautiful. Where is this guy that you talked about earlier?" Guo Yunzi stroked his beard and smiled.
Zhao Yiling blushed and shyly pointed at Wang Hao, who was not far behind her.
Seeing that, all the men at the party felt that their heart break. Had their goddess really fallen in love with a man who wrote erotic limericks?
"Not bad…" Guo Yunzi laughed and said, "He does look quite handsome. I'm sure that Old Zhao will be very delighted to see him."
"Congratulations on finding your love, Sister Yiling." Duo Duo covered her lips and smiled.
"What are you talking about? He has to pass another two tests if he wants to marry me." Zhao Yiling stomped shyly and tickled Duo Duo.
It's over!
All the men felt hurt. Zhao Yiling, an ice queen, never showed such shyness before. Even a blind person could tell that the ice queen had fallen in love.
"He has passed the test for the poem he offered to you last time!" Duo Duo giggled, holding Zhao Yiling's hand.
Guo Yunzi smiled and read it aloud. "'A lady stood in the north, beautiful and detached. When she turned around, a city and a country fell for her.' It's truly a great poem!"
Every man felt heartbroken again. It was truly hopeless this time. Their goddess had stated that she wanted a man who was good at both martial arts and literature.
She had probably already been captivated by this poem, which praised her gorgeousness, as well as what Wang Hao created just now.
Now, as long as this man showed talent in martial arts, which did not even have to be extraordinary, he would be able to marry their goddess.
"Grandpa Guo, he wrote something else just now." Zhao Yiling blushed but looked very proud. After all, it was an honor for a woman to inspire a poet to create multiple works with her beauty.
"Oh? What is it?" Guo Yunzi grew interested.
"It was only two sentences. He hasn't told me the full poem yet," said Zhao Yiling shyly.
"Kid, why don't you share your full poem?" Guo Yunzi looked at Wang Hao hopefully, looking forward to the birth of a classic poem.
Wang Hao rolled his eyes. The poems he remembered consisted of a lot of references to his previous life; his identity would be exposed if he were to read the full poems.
"Old fart, who are you? Why do you think I should listen to you?" Wang Hao snorted in disdain.
Everybody was dumbfounded to hear that. This guy called Guo Yunzi an old fart? Did he want to get himself killed?
Guo Yunzi was one of the most famous poets in this country. If he was angered, Wang Hao would never be able to make a living as a poet. Some of his followers might even try to kill Wang Hao.
It was definitely not a joke, as poets and scholars were well-respected in the Glorious Sky Federation.
"Are you crazy? Apologize to Grandpa Guo right now!" Greatly shocked, Zhao Yiling glared at Wang Hao.
Guo Yunzi waved his hand and said with a smile, "You seem to be a proud kid who doesn't have much respect for me."
"You have to earn respect from other people instead of begging for it. Explain this poem I wrote earlier and show me how good you are." Wang Hao ignored Zhao Yiling.
"Okay! Let's see what a sophisticated poem you have written." Guo Yunzi grew interested.
Everybody laughed after hearing that, thinking that Wang Hao was overestimating himself by testing Guo Yunzi with a poem.
Xia Weiwei pulled at Le Xuan's arm and whispered, "Why do I feel that Wang Hao is setting a trap again?"
Le Xuan nodded. They had seen it a lot. Every time people thought that Wang Hao would lose for sure, they would fall into Wang Hao's trap.
"In the past, I went boating with a girl. In the spur of the moment, I composed a poem. 'I anchor my boat on the misty river. The sun is setting, but my sorrow is still fresh. The sky is lowered by the spaciousness of the wild, and the moon is particularly close in the clear river.'" Wang Hao raised his head, as if he were recalling a lovely incident from the past.
"You went boating with a girl?" Zhao Yiling turned cold. She had done a simple investigation on Wang Hao's identity and knew that this Jade-Faced Dragon loved sleeping with knowledgeable girls, but it was still an insult to her that he talked about his history so blatantly.
"What a great poem!" Guo Yunzi praised again and said, "The poem describes the natural view quite well. I think the sorrow in the poem is actually nostalgia."
"Nonsense. Who's nostalgic?" Wang Hao said in disdain, before he continued cockily, "Like I said, I was boating with a girl. The mist on the river was very enjoyable, and since it was getting late, we did something we both loved after the sunset. The poem describes that we felt so great when we were doing it that we almost flew to the moon."
Everybody fell silent. Was this really another erotic poem?
Well, it was an erotic poem without erotic words. Only a real shameless man would have created it!
Le Xuan felt like tearing Wang Hao apart alive as Wang Hao was using her identity. It meant that her name as a lustful poet would spread throughout the Glorious Sky Federation after the party.
After they rescued Qiu Lei and returned to the Universal Federation, she would be known as a girl who wrote erotic poems. Could she ever go shopping again?


Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…

(My Given Name is David Landa)
On the 13th of each month, I will post a poem. 
Every time someone's poem is accepted to be posted I will push that up by one day. (1st-28th... 29th-31st are free days that don't count)
Every time I reach a milestone listed below I will post a bonus poem.;,;.
To get your poem added email it to DeJeL@myself.com

I will accept poems that are non-offensive (based on what I see as offensive or non-offensive).
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Anyone may ask when their poem will be released via Joining my discord and get an estimate (depending on if your novel is released as a bonus poem or not will change when it is released... I release poems set aside as bonus first, then those that have most recently been added to the list as bonus... whereas, for my normal updates, it is from those who have been on the list the longest to the newest added).
[estimate for next poem not written by me: a poem written by Bronzeapollo, to be released May 13th, 2020.]

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I decided to post some poems I've written and also will post most poems given by anyone, to find out how, read "Anthology Expectations"
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It's been two days since i got the most painful experience in my life, I've been absent in school for two days, after that embarrassing incident that caused by a devil who i thought was an angel, she is the prettiest girl that i have ever seen, she is a tall girl with black hair, brown eyes that shines brighter than diamond, smooth brown skin, and she has the cutest smile in the earth's crust. I have a secret crush on her since the 8th grade, from the first time i saw her i told myself that she is the one i want to grow up with, from that day i wrote poems that shows how much i like her, but I can't give it to her because im too afraid to do so...

Two years have passed, we're on the 10th grade, i decided that i will confess my love to her ofcourse by the use of the words that i wrote on a piece of paper, a poem, a poem with my heart and emotion with it, a poem that can make her mine, even if it is late at night i tried to write the poem that will change my life in that poem i wrote everything she has to know, i finished writing that poem at 3:00 am in the morning, i feel so sleepy but I cannot sleep, thinking that if she loved this poem i will give her all the poems that i wrote for her from the first time i saw her on 8th grade, the time passed and I didn't noticed that i fell asleep already i am smiling while snoring feeling excited for what will happen this morning

A loud noise from the alarm of my phone has woken me, with excitement, i fixed my bed, brush my teeth, eat my breakfast, and wait for school bus. The feeling of excitement and nervousness is flowing in my blood, fear can be seen in my eyes, i am afraid of what will be her reaction, i am not sure if i can do this. The bus has arrived, i stood up and told myself that im gonna do this no matter what happen.

The bus arrived at school, i walk down and enter the school gate, upon entering i saw her standing in front of her classroom, then fear has swalloed me from inside, i can't give this paper to her, i can't tell her how i feel, i can't tell her that i am already inlove with her. Because of that fear i ran towards the grassfield, in this school that grassfield is my stress and pain reliever, if i have problems, i walk around the grassfield to have time and for my self. if i am inpired, you can find me there, writing poems for the love of my life.

While sitting on the grassfield, i heard the ringing bell. It is time to enter the classroom and listen to the lectures of my teacher, the morning passed and i missed the chance to confess my love, "it's okay" i told myself, "i still have a lot of time, on lunch time i will definitely give her this paper"...

Lunch time, i went to the school canteed to buy my lunch, i brought two piece of fried chicken and a cup of rice for luch, after eating i saw this beautiful girl entering the door of school canteen. I walked towards her, gave her my poem on a piece of paper, and told her "i made this poem for you, i hope you like it" then with her left hand she took my poem, read the title, smile, and shouted..."EVERYONE, LISTEN, THIS GUY WROTE A POEM FOR ME, LET ME READ THIS FOR YOU GUYS" then she red my poem loudly inside the school canteen, with other students listening

                          ""It Is You"
It is you, the girl with the prettiest smile
Without seing that, i can't let my day goes by
It is you, who brought a warm sunshine
In this cold rainy life of mine
It is you, the light that brightens 
The darkest lonely nights of mine
Its is you, who fills my heart with emotions
And bring my world the colors

It is me, you probably didn't know me
But you don't need to know my name
Because this day is so crazy
I waited for so long to tell you this secret
This feeling that is hidden for 2 whole years
Will finally be out with tears, im very shy
But this is love that i feels""




After that line, all the students in the canteen laughed hard, she didn't finish reading my poem, she laughed at me "do you really think someone like me would love you back, have you ever looked yourself on the mirror? How can i love you if you're not even that cute..."
She continues to talk while laughing but I didn't hear everything maybe because the noise from other students are too loud, or i just don't want to hear what she is saying,

Because of embarrassment i left the shool, return home, cry, and for two whole days I didn't attend my class, i make muself busy by burning every poems that i wrote for her, while collecting all that poems i realized that it is already eight notebooks, filled with foolish feelings and emotions, i watched those notebooks to turn to dust with my emotions for that evil girl...

Today my life will continue, everyone in the school knows who i am, not by my name, but by the embarrassment that that girl brought me, while walking to my classroom everyone looks at me, laugh at me, and killing me inside

A guy who loves to write poems got rejected by the love of his life, from that day, he only make sad poems that can bring heart ache to his readers

There was a whooshing sound as everyone's gaze turned to Fan Xian. He smiled bashfully and cupped his hands. He did not pass himself off as an artist; after all, he was Fan Xian, not Fan Wei.[1] 
The Crown Prince looked at him and almost began to laugh. He couldn't believe what Miss Fan had said. A ten-year-old might be able to write good poetry, but to meticulously weave together such a poem as this? It wasn't possible. He figured Fan Xian had written it the night before and gave it to Fan Ruoruo to pull out at the poetry contest in order to wow everyone. 
He wasn't angry; on the contrary, he was quite intrigued that someone as seemingly carefree as Fan Xian could write such a poem. 
Fan Xian had no idea what the Crown Prince was thinking. The poem was from a poet in his previous world named Meng Haoran, who had written it to suck up to the minister Zhang Jiuling. It was of a far higher standard than the people at the contest, so he was confident that he had satisfied his father's wishes. 
Looking at the people around him, Guo Baokun began to get angry. He could never have imagined that this young man, all beauty and no brains, could write such a poem to save his skin. He wasn't willing to let the matter lie. He laughed coldly. "Who knew  Brother Fan was such a fine writer? Such work... and written at the tender age of ten."
His words made it clear that he did not believe that the poem was written by Fan Xian. 
Fan Xian sighed. Why did people always have to press him on such matters? When it came to composing poetry, in this world, who could be his match? After all, he had the works of the poets Li Bai, Du Fu, and Su Shi on his side, and a mastery of five thousand years of poetic tradition. He laughed. "I never write compositions on set topics."
Guo Baokun regarded Fan Xian's thoroughly confident manner and gritted his teeth as he spoke. "Then Brother Fan, I invite you to write on a topic of your choosing, and let all of the capital bear witness to your brilliance."
Fan Xian frowned and glanced coolly at this troublesome scholar. He wrote down a poem, then left the garden, asking the servants to escort him to the latrine. 
A single poem is recited in a resounding voice that stuns the garden and forces the defeated enemy into retreat.
The poem he wrote was powerful and resonant. The entire garden was stunned; his victory had been absolute. 
After a bout of cheering, everyone was still pondering its meaning. Guo Baokun's face went a pale green color, and he was unable to speak. The Crown Prince felt unable to hold his fan without incurring Fan Xian's judgement on his character. He closed it shut with a bang, and read the poem aloud.
"The ape cries out in the windy skies. Birds circle round the islet of clear white sand. Trees shed leaves endlessly, rustling down. The great river surges on ceaselessly. Ten thousand miles in sorrowful autumn, always someone’s guest. A hundred years of ailments, I climb the terrace alone. With much suffering, I regret my white temples. Frustratingly, I stop drinking my murky wine.."
...
...
"Sorrow, clarity, ceaselessness, endlessness, ten thousand miles, autumn, guests, one hundred years, sickness, loneliness, and the worries of all eternity; all of these condensed into a single cup of wine! Bravo! Bravo!" The Crown Prince praised him loudly, before realizing how overly-carefree he must have looked. In fact, he was feeling sad about his father. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a certain heartache and a powerful sorrow. He shook his head and said nothing for a long while. 
Some time later, he came to a realization: Fan Xian was so young; even if his life had been miserable, how could he say that the hair on his temples was white, and he had suffered so much illness? It was something he couldn't understand. It didn't make any sense at all. But everyone was still lost in the atmosphere of the poem. Watching the sunset, whether rich or poor, brings to one’s mind the impermanence of life, the inevitability of loss. And so everyone had simply forgotten any of the discrepancies between the poem and Fan Xian's own life. 
And no one doubted that it was his work. After all, no one but an expert in the world of poetry could write such a thing. An expert would not be willing to write such a poem even on behalf of the Emperor, let alone on behalf of the young son of the Fan family. 
"With this poem, even if Master Fan decided never to write again, it would not matter," sighed Crown Prince Jing. The scholars by the lake remained speechless. They all knew that none of them could ever write a finer poem, and so the whole contest fell silent as a result of Fan Xian's work. They never even noticed that the author had already slipped away. 
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In all honesty, the poem fit neither the time nor circumstances, but Fan Xian felt a desperate need to relieve himself, so he quickly wrote down something he had memorized just so he could finish off his enemy. He had relieved himself of two burdens: the first being that scoundrel Guo Baokun; the other, more-urgent one being from when he had drunk a little too much in his earlier boredom. 
Hiking up his pants as he left the toilet, he gave a sigh of relief, fastened his belt, took a towel from the servant and wiped his hands. On his way back, he came across a beautiful plant nursery that was filled with soft green leaves and delicate flowers. He felt the energy of life itself underneath the tall trees beneath the evening light. 
He turned and asked the servant whether it was possible for him to go in and look around. The servant knew that this was the older brother of the Fan family. Fan Xian’s younger sister, and the younger brother, Fan Sizhe, had before run around the grounds of the prince's mansion as he pleased. Naturally, he could not say no, and so he respectfully replied that it would be no problem.
Fan Xian was quite pleased and sent the servant away as he walked into the nursery and looking around. He discovered that the nursery was lacking the rare flowers beloved by rich families; instead, a number of plants were there that he could not name. They were crude and awkward-looking, possibly wild herbs or crops. 
He was curious. The Crown Prince's family mansion was extraordinary, and yet they had planted these things. 
As he wandered around the garden, the sunlight was still bright, but the sky above him was obstructed by a canopy of trees, so all seemed peaceful. He could hear the lively chirping of birds returning to their nests, and surrounded by such greenery, he felt very much at ease. Fan Xian was very happy to break away from that boring poetry contest. He hummed a folk song to himself as he walked further in, smiling as he walked. "Maybe I’ll run into a fairy, just like Duan Yu had,"  he said to himself. [2]
"Who are you?"
Someone stood up from the thicket of plants, regarding Fan Xian with curiosity. 
...
...
Fan Xian was taken aback. He should have listened more carefully, he thought. Walking this far away from anyone, if this was a murderer, he would be done for. After he had come to the capital, it seemed that he had significantly lowered his guard. 
He looked at the person in front of him, and laughed at himself. 
The person certainly wasn't Wang Yuyan[3],  and it wasn't the girl in white who he couldn't get out of his mind. It was a middle-aged gardener, with a hoe in his hand and a muddy basket by his feet. He had a fair and honest face, with a slightly hurried look in his eyes. It appeared that, seeing the clothes that Fan Xian was wearing, he was somewhat reverent. 
Fan Xian smiled, and cupped his hands to the gardener in salute. "I'm sorry to have surprised you. I'm a guest of the prince;  I saw all these wonderful plants on my way back, so I thought I'd have a look around.
The gardener wiped his hands on his clothes, seemingly unsure how to greet Fan Xian. After hearing praise for his garden, he smiled earnestly. 
[1] Fan Wei, a Chinese sitcom and film actor.
[2] Duan Yu, a character from the wuxia novel Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.
[3] Wang Yuyan, another character from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, with whom Duan Yu falls in love at first sight because she resembles a statue of a fairy-like lady he chanced upon before.


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

 Dudian smoothly closed the door as they went into Old Fulin's room. Dudian sat down on chair and looked at him.: "Attendance of two masters in the banquet should make the others aware of our consortium's existance. From today on we would no longer be a small consortium in their eyes but a threat with a great potential. The original balance of power will be destablized because of us. It is not a good thing for us but neither a bad thing. In any case, we will have to take other consortium into consideration a lot from now on."

   Old Fulin nodded.: "I'm aware of that. They will pressure us but we have only you to rely on. However if you become a master in the 'Temple of Elements' then we will have a strong foundation. At least we will be able to win over one or two allies. The future of our consortium will be fixed. As long as no major event happens we won't be suppressed."

    Dudian's eyes lit up.: "I believe we will encounter trouble sooner than we expect. But it does not matter. You take care of your health. I will have something in my mind!"

    Old Fulin nodded.: "I will."

    "You should sleep early." Dudian got up and shut the windows to isolate the cold wind.: "I have some stuff to solve out so I'll go back." He turned away and left the room. In the corridor he looked at another room, however he recovered his eyes and went downstairs. He took the carriage and went back to his castle. 

    In the blink of an eye two days passed. 

    After the banquet in St. Peters everything was as usual in commercial district. Only the group of high-level nobles knew what had happened in the there. At the same time there were small waves set off in the art scene. 

    "Oak ..."

    "If I love you -"

   The beautiful poem was chanted everywhere. The servants often heard the young ladies and young gentleman read the poem in the castles. Even the ordinary people in the commercial district were aware of the poem. Some brave boys would boldly recite this poem to their beloved for confession. 

  In addition to the eloquent poem its structure and content was analyzed by well-known poets. Some couldn't find the meaning of the phrases 'trumpet creeper' and the 'spring rain'. Some said that it was very strange as they had heard only of 'disaster rains'. One poet even evaluate the phrases as 'randomly fabricated' words and accused that original writer knew nothing about poems. 

    The day after the poem was spread classical poet, master Taize made evaluation and analysis of the poem. According to him 'trumpet creeper' was a flow which had been extinct for a long time. The word 'spring' in the phrase 'spring rain' belonged to a season which didn't occur anymore after the great disaster. The writer of the poem according to master Taize had great knowledge of the history.

    All the people realized after the analysis of the master Taize that these two unfamiliar terms had such a far-reaching origin. Moreover author of the poem was a well learned man who would use such words to describe the feelings. 

    There were some poets who asked questions and comments about the poem but the arguments were more vague and objective. Noone was willing to negatively criticize the poem after it was confirmed that those phrases had such an origin. No one wall willing to be in an awkward position. 

    Dudian didn't expect that his reputation would quickly increase in poet and aristocratic circle because of the poem. 

    Mount Er. Burong family. 

    "Even the rain... even the sun ..." Jenny was sitting close to the window as she read the verse from the letter in her hand. Her eyes moistened and large tears began to fall down. The tears slided down her cheeks and soaked the paper. 

    The warm sun shone from the window . There was apigeon standing on the windowsill. It was combing its own soft feathers. A reel was tied to its legs. 'Sarah Mel' was engraved on the reel. 

    ...

    ...

    In the blink of an eye half a month passed. 

    "Divine mission -"

    "Improve 'snake crossbow'!"

    At the beginning of the new month Dudian also received a task from the 'Temple of Elements'. 'Snake crossbow' was invented in year 263. Its origin was dating back for forty years. Snake crossbow has to be improved in few areas. The pulling system had to be eased up. The new version should take wind's velocity into account so that it would be difficult for enemy to track... ... "

    Dudian carefully read the content of the task. He gradually understoof what kind of a crossbow they wanted to create. In general they wanted a crossbow with a more innovative structure. According to the requirements it didn't have to be complicated crossbow. However, according to Dudian there was no need to make any improvements on 'snake crossbow'. If he wanted to make it flexible then the arrows strengths would be much lower compared to an ordinary crossbow. Although it would be seemingly advanced and easy to use but in fact it would not bring any advantages. The idea to begin with was wrongly positioned. 

    The arrow is all about shooting to kill. Its speed and strength had to enhanced up. Why would someone care if the enemy could see where it came from? As long as the enemy couldn't escape and died then it would successfully do its job. Improving the snake crossbow wasn't going to bring up any of these affects. The architects were sitting and engaging in research in the Temple. Most of them would never personally experience a battle so their views and perception of weapons didn't cover in-depth knowledge about their practical use. 

    Because of this, naturally the development of the products may bring 'easy to use' ability but won't have real effect in the battle. 

    Dudian noted down this as his first task. He wasn't only concerned about the factions in the Temple but he knew that other consortia will pay close attention to him too. So he was going to do his best. 

    He put away the drawings and looked at the snake crossbow. He wasn't going to modift the finished product but would directly produce his own. He directly went back to his research room and began to make another crossbow. 

    In the blink of an eye half day passed. 

    Dudian came out of his research room in the afternoon. There were two crossbows on his shoulders as he went to the mission center. 

    "Dean?" As he was outside the castle he saw Barnard calling out to him. There were roll of drawings in Bernards hand. He was surprised to see Dudian with two crossbows.: "What you been up to? "


Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world.
Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established...
The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart.
The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors?
"I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian

They had all drank to slight inebriation, Pei Zi Yun clinked his glass with High Scholar Fu and they had another cup of wine. Chen Jin Chun and Yu Mao Guang knew Pei Zi Yun’s talents and thus weren’t silly enough to challenge him to a poem competition they knew they would lose.

At that precise moment, Shen Zhi walked up to Pei Zi Yun’s table, with two people escorting him. He then placed a flask of wine and some writing materials on the table. 

Shen Zhi then poured out a cup of wine for Pei Zi Yun and placed it on the table. He then smiled and said, "I’ve long heard of the talents and skills possessed by Top Scorer Pei. And today we chanced upon each other. If I may be so bold to request a poem by Top Scorer Pei, so that I can sample and enjoy the quality that everyone else had been raving about.”

Pei Zi Yun was with High Scorer Fu, Chen Jin Chun and Yu Mao Guang. They had been eating, drinking and discussing several essays. When he had been invited to recite a poem by Shen Zhi, the rest of them didn’t find it odd whatsoever. Pei Zi Yun was indeed extremely talented, and was the Top Scorer of the past examination as well. Thus, it was not strange that he would attract attention from the literary world. Over the past few days, the essays of the new batch of High Scholars had just been released. The quality of those essays were extraordinary. 

When the essays’ compilation was released, there were still some people who cast doubts about the quality of this batch of High Scholars. However, those people were unable to speak out openly about their opinions. This was because they lacked the necessary credentials and were only critical for the sake of being critical. 

Pei Zi Yun raised his head and looked up to see Wei Ang standing beside Shen Zhi. When their gazes met, Wei Ang gave him a wink, before prompting him. Only then did Pei Zi Yun react. It was clear that Wei Ang was giving his junior brother the opportunity to make a name for himself.


This was exactly what Pei Zi Yun wanted. When Pei Zi Yun realized this, he stood up and laughed, "Reciting poems is a small matter. What’s unexpected is that Mister Shen would invite me to recite a poem, but come empty handed itself. If Mr Shen were to pour me three cups of wine, I would compose and recite a poem, what do you think?”

Shen Zhi was a renowned literary student himself. Pei Zi Yun was just a small time High Scholar who had just recently rose to fame. For him to make such a demand of Shen Zhi was slightly overboard. It was clear that the mood within the hall was tense. Even Wei Ang who was standing beside Shen Zhi was somewhat astounded.

After Pei Zi Yun had been requested to compose a poem, he formed a plan in his mind. In order to become renowned, the most important thing was to be talented. The next most important thing was to have a platform or venue to express his talents. Since Pei Zi Yun had no intentions to become a Grand Scholar, he wasn’t afraid of being too popular. At this point, he had no need to be modest, ‘Mr Shen too is a renowned literary scholar as well. If he were to pour wine for me, that would indicate that I was superior to him. As long as I am able to compose a poem that would win the hearts of everyone here, my name would be broadcasted, and the first step of my plan would be accomplished.’

The entire hall had turned silent. The people who knew Pei Zi Yun, High Scholar Fu, Chen Jun Chun and Yu Guang Mao were all extremely anxious. They knew that if he could compose a good poem, his good reputation would spread like wildfire. However, if he could not live up to the hype, his reputation would turn into one of a selfish, ignorant brat. The difference between the outcomes were akin to the difference between heaven and earth. Everyone around him was breaking out in cold sweat.

Although Shen Zhi was just an Elementary Scholar, he had followed Ji Bei Hou for a long time. With a stroke of his pen, generals would flock towards him and obey his orders. Who would dare to look at him as just a mere Elementary Scholar?

Having not seen anything like this in a long time, Shen Zhi eyed Pei Zi Yun for an extended period before breaking out into a smile, "It’s only pouring wine, nothing difficult about that. Men! Bring me the wine and some cups.”

A servant appeared immediately and brought the flask of wine over. Shen Zhi took over the flask and retrieved three cups before pouring them. He then placed the three cups on a tray, and presented the tray to Pei Zi Yun.

High Scholar Li, Chen Jin Chun and Yu Mao Guang were all worried. This was the make or break point for Pei Zi Yun. If he were able to compose a good poem, his reputation would soar to the heavens. However, if he could not deliver, he would be humiliated.

Pei Zi Yun reached over and took the cups of wine. He drained the three cups immediately, and felt a certain heat radiate through his entire body. He then exclaimed, "This is some good wine. Bring me a quill.”

A servant behind Shen Zhi presented some pen and paper. Pei Zi Yun chose an empty table and placed the materials on them. Wei Ang then took the ink and said, "Brother Pei, it looks like you’re going to compose a poem that is brilliant through the course of time. Let me do the honor of preparing your ink.”


Wei Ang then retrieved the ink and started preparing it. When he was done, he placed the readied ink on the table before walking away. He then glanced at Pei Zi Yun, who had started writing. Wei Ang then read the first strokes of the poem, which was titled, <Let’s Drink Up>.

“Do you not see, the currents of the Yellow River flowing endlessly, pouring into the ocean, without ever turning back.”

“Do you not see, our elders grieving while the reflection on the mirror showed an entire head of white hair. That was once ebony, now white as snow in their twilight years.”

“One’s life on Earth has to be filled with happiness and enjoyment, instead of bemoaning an empty goblet of wine while facing the moon.” 


There was a Yellow River in this world as well, and it was a big and well known river. Pei Zi Yun copied this poem wholesale from a famous poet, Li Bai, who had yet to be born during this time. This poem rocked the entire world when it was being composed and was titled, <Let’s Drink Up>.

For every sentence that Pei Zi Yun wrote, Wei Ang read it out loud for everyone to hear. Just after three lines, the expressions of everyone was that of shock. There were a hundred people all around, and everyone was listening to Wei Ang read the poem. There was not a sound that could be heard in between the pauses.

“As a host, why should I exempt myself by claiming I’m poor, as I would readily buy however much is required for us to drink till our heart’s’ content.”

“I have with me five horses, and a coat worth a thousand gold taels. Take this and exchange them for praises of good wine, to relieve ourselves of the burdens we might face tonight.”

When the last phrase had been read out, the entire hall was deadly silent. Immediately after, everyone exclaimed in shock before cheers erupted. Wei Ang, Shen Zhi, High Scholar Fu, Chen Jin Chun and Yu Guang Mao were all speechless and looked at Pei Zi Yun.

Shen Zhi poured another cups of wine, before sighing, "When Top Scorer Pei asked me to pour him three cups of wine, I had initially thought he was playing a joke. Only today I realized that I have met a literary genius. Your talents are feared by the immortals, and cannot be measured by the water in the oceans.”

“I shall punish myself, by drinking an additional three cups.” He then drained the three cups before him and continued, "I’ve read your essays, and you are indeed spectacular. It’s a shame you’ve joined a Dao sect. Why don’t you return to the secular world, you will rise up in ranks rapidly.”

Pei Zi Yun then replied, "Life is short. The reason I’ve became a High Scholar was to appease my family. Now that my family is doing well, I’ve decided to travel the four seas and see every corner of the earth myself and live a nomadic lifestyle.”


When Shen Zhi heard this, his eyes glimmered. From afar, he saw Pei Zi Yun returning the toasts of people around him and sighed deeply. He turned around and muttered under his breath, "What a shame.”

Fu Mansion 

Ever since the establishment of the dynasty, curfews were no longer implemented. Although the streets were quiet, and most of the lanterns hanging at each house had been extinguished, there were still some big houses with their lights on. When the banquet was concluded, everyone started making their way home. In their drunken state, many people were still reciting the poem Pei Zi Yun composed.

When High Scholar Fu reached home, the lanterns before his entrance were still lit. Seeing the ox-cart approaching, several servants rushed forward to welcome them, "Old master is back?”

“Quick, help young master Pei in, and get him some alcohol-dispelling soup.”

Pei Zi Yun had composed a poem that shocked the entire hall. Regardless of whether the toasts to him were out of respect or envy, they came in numbers. Although he had managed to cultivate his inner strength, he was still heavily intoxicated.

High Scholar Fu however was still extremely alert and aware as he dished out orders. 

High Scholar Fu then walked to the next block and saw that Yu Yun Jun was in a room, as the candles were lit in there. He sighed and pushed open the doors to the room.

Yu Yun Jun was writing an essay, and the little girl Chu Xia was sprawled on the bed, fast asleep. Hearing the door creak open, Yu Yun Jun looked up and smiled, "Oh, my brother-in-law is back.”


“Yun Jun, take a look at this poem.” High Scholar Fu then handed her the paper. Yu Yun Jun was somewhat surprised. All these years of living in Fu Mansion, never once did her brother-in-law drop in on her after a long night out. This time however, he had entered her room and spoken to her. She then accepted the poem. Under the light, she read it.

“This is a good poem!” She turned around, as her eyes gleamed, "Who wrote this poem?”


“It was written by your good disciple today. You weren’t there to see it for yourself, but hundreds of High Scholars and renowned characters were all astounded by the quality of his work. They were awed by him.”

“Wei Ang even got Ji Bei Hou to grant him a favor, all for your good disciple.”

“This was extremely unconventional. However, nobody there dared to disapprove. Even Shen Zhi could not disagree, not with a piece like this.” High Scholar Li then exhaled, "This disciple of yours is a genius, and not like any other man. It’s no wonder you would abruptly accept him as your disciple.”

Hearing the words spoken by High Scholar Fu, Yu Yun Jun’s hands trembled. 

“That person!” His words were true, and she understood it. Out of the blue, a youth appeared before her eyes. The image of him was clear, and then it became blur. He had an innocent playmate before him, who eventually became his childhood sweetheart. They had plans to be married, but alas, were fated to meet but not fated to be together.

Yu Yun Jun could neither laugh or cry. She then examined the poem once more. As she read the poem, tears rolled down her cheeks. 

“Ai, such a beautiful piece of work.” High Scholar Fu gazed at the lights and said softly.


Yu Yun Jun was speechless. Originally, her job was to observe and lookout for any potential candidates to join the sect. Then, she was to report her findings back and the other sect elders would then recruit the person she recommended. In the end, she decided to take Pei Zi Yun under herself. She nodded her head at her brother-in-law, and understood everything.

“Seeing this person, reminded me of that year. Although they look completely different, his demeanor and aura was exactly the same.”

“So, this is how I truly feel?”

Hou Mansion

It was late in the night and the ember of the lone candle was dancing and flickering. The samurai warrior was kneeling before Shen Zhi. Shen Zi was no longer excited as he was earlier. He was writing a letter and sealed it up with wax when he was done.

He then handed the letter to the samurai warrior, "Follow this address and deliver the letter. Tell them to follow the instructions carefully.”

The lights in the room weren’t very bright and the lone candle was flickering, causing the shadows cast to dance as well.

“Hai, don’t worry Mr Shen.” Once the samurai gave his assurance, he kowtowed once, before standing up and leaving, his expression could not be seen at all due to the poor lighting.

The three other samurais behind him followed as they left through the backdoor of Hou Mansion. four horses had already been prepared as the three samurais followed the main warrior, disappearing under the cloak of darkness.

Breakwaters

The wind was blowing strongly at night, bringing with it the musky smell of sea. The currents were unrelenting as they bashed onto the rocks of the breakwater. A small boat had stopped near the coast and several samurais were standing atop the boat. A leader stood in front of them, as several ronins stood beside him. They all carried swords on them, looking alertly for any signs of suspicious activities. 
(TN : Ronins were mercenary Samurais)

The sound of horse hooves shattered the silence of the nights and the few ronins drew their swords. Under the fire of a torch, a lead samurai was leading three others on horseback as they raced towards the boats.

Seeing these samurais approaching, the samurais on the boat then sheathed their swords before alighting from the boat.

Seeing them alight, the samurais didn’t utter a single word. He retrieved the letter and handed it over, "This is the task Mr Shen would like you to accomplish. I hope you would complete it as soon as possible.”

The warriors from the boat took the letter and read it under the fire. When he had finished reading, he burnt the letter by placing it above the torch. He then turned around and said, "Hai. tell Mister Shen that he has my guarantee. I will handle this matter.”

“Hai, please do.” The samurais bowed to each other. 

The samurais from the boat didn’t speak much as well. They boarded the boat, and with a wave of a hand, the boat started gliding with the wind, the wind was still roaring in the night.


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Heaven Immortals move to and fro from the divine mountains.
I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall maraud the Will of the Heavens with it!

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