Compilation of poems reflecting the writer's actual emotion or feeling at the time the poem was written.

(All poems are mine and original. Pls. credit the quotes/lines/stanza/poem to me if you want it for reference. Thank you!)

Compilation of poems reflecting the writer's actual emotion or feeling at the time the poem was written.

(All poems are mine and original. Pls. credit the quotes/lines/stanza/poem to me if you want it for reference. Thank you!)

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"Hssss!"
The crowd inhaled a breath of cold air!
Composing a poem on the spot was young master Mo’s expertise!
Someone then shouted out, "I’ve heard that young master Mo managed to compose a poem in just ten steps for the Fire Emperor. Do we have the fortunes of seeing such a skill?"
Everyone started to reveal cheers of joy and anticipation.
Most of them had heard of young master Mo’s ten step poem before the Fire Nation's Emperor. If they manage to hear young master Mo compose a poem in ten steps once again, it would be a historical moment for everyone!
Once the poem was completed, it would also be a poem that would be recorded in the books of history.
Besides, young master Mo’s talents in poem are undoubted. In fact, he was so good in poetry that he was the unrivalled Poem King within Fire Nations. Anyone who could witness his ‘ten steps poem’ would be deemed to be extremely fortunate.
Madam Ya was rather astonished as well. In previous banquets, the crowd would come up with their own topics of discussion, since they would have made preparations before coming and allow others to enjoy their work. Today, young master Mo requested for her to give a topic. He clearly wanted to win some of his pride and dignity back.
Although Madam Ya felt that agreeing in this wouldn’t be fair to Xu Que, she badly wanted to witness young master Mo’s ten step poem as well.
"Regardless of whatever topic Madam Ya gives, I will be able to complete a full poem within ten steps!" Young master Mo stood up, as he readied himself. His eyes were focused as he smiled and looked at Madam Ya.
Complete a full poem within ten steps!
Madam Ya was so excited by these words that her heart was hammering in her chest. Such confidence and exquisite talents caused her to go in a daze!
For a student to compose a good poem was the ultimate test of how brilliant and knowledgeable he was. If he wasn’t the best student or the most talented, how will he ever dare to speak such big words to promise a complete poem within ten steps?
Hence, Madam Ya replied, "Alright. Since young mister Mo’s so full of confidence, I shall come up with a topic!"
As she finished, she turned her head back to look at her surroundings before looking at the sky.
At this point, the sky was gradually turning dark as if it was about to rain anytime soon!
Madam Ya smiled gently as she spoke, "Since we’re right on the brink of spring, everyone can look out and see that the clouds are dense and thick. Maybe we shall receive our first spring rain today. Let’s have spring rain as the topic. What do you think?"
Spring rain?
When the students heard this, their eyes gleamed. This wasn’t very hard!
However, even though this wasn’t a difficult topic, it would be rather hard to compose a poem within ten steps!
To most of the students present, writing a poem would always have the comfort of their own homes. They would rack their brains and think for hours on end before they produce a work that’s average at best. For someone to do it in within ten steps was practically impossible to them.
Xu Que was still standing by the side when he heard the topic of ‘spring rain’ and was elated.
Hehe... spring rain? Within my book of 300 Tang Poems, most of them can be linked to this topic. Besides, each and every poem in this book is a work of genius!
Even before Madam Ya could finish speaking her sentence, Mo Yun Shang walked out.
When he took his first step, everyone’s expression was one of surprise.
"How... How is this possible?"
"Doesn’t he even need to think?"
Even Madam Ya reacted to this in amazement. As soon as he heard the topic, he could immediately compose a poem. That was amazing. It’s no wonder he’s referred to as Poem King!
Mo Yun Shang’s eyes exuded immense confidence in his own abilities as endearing dimples were able to capture the hearts of those who heard him. Mo Yun Shan reared his head up before taking his second step, "The spring rains are as fine as dust."
Soon after, he took his third step, "While the willow trees outside, a brilliant shade of yellow."
Even before the audience could ponder over his words, he took another step forward and recited the fourth line, "Curtains entwined with the gentle wind."
He was down to his last line. Everyone held their breaths in nervous anticipation as they watched his feet. He had three steps to go. Could he complete the poem within three steps?
Indeed, the contented look on Mo Yun Shang’s face indicated that he was more than confident of achieving such a feat. He took a deep breath before finishing his last three steps. He then spoke loudly, "As the satin cloths sway in the mild breeze."
He took a total of ten steps and delivered such an amazing poem!
Clap clap clap clap…
The audience were filled with astonishment and were clearly impressed!
The sounds of applause were almost deafening.
"Great poem! What a great poem!"
"Indeed, he’s the Poem King. He could compose a brilliant poem from scratch within just ten steps.
"The spring rains are as fine as dust, while the willow trees outside, a brilliant shade of yellow. Indeed, that is the scenery we get to view at this very moment across the great lake!"
"It’s hard to imagine how talented young master Mo is. Even before the first drops of rain had descended, he’s already painted a beautiful picture of spring in our imaginations that is so lifelike!"
Several students voiced out their opinions and were filled with respect.
Tang Liu Feng was sighing as well, "The title of Poem King is indeed not in vain. Today, my eyes have been treated to a sumptuous experience!"
Madam Ya was mildly trembling as her eyes twinkled in delight. She sighed, "Young mister Mo’s poem is indeed the best poem to describe spring rain!"
"Pu!" Xu Que spat out an entire mouthful of tea on the floor, as his face contorted in disgust.
Fuck, how could this be considered ‘best poem’? Are you trying to tease me?
Indeed, when he spat out tea, he had attracted the attention of everyone again.
Mo Yun Shan turned around and glared at him, his eyes emanated an icy stare and laughed coldly, "What? Could it be that Brother Li despises my poem?"
"Gulp… It’s alright, but it isn’t even worth my despise!" Xu Que wiped away some tea water on his lips and laughed dryly.
As soon as this words were spoken, the crowd’s lips puckered in disgust.
It isn’t even worth his despise?
Fuck me! Big brother, you’re bragging a little too much here right?
The quality of this poem could even be the best in Fire Nation! And he even composed it all within ten steps. With the amount of talent it took to produce something like that, you even say that it’s not worth your despise?"
Mo Yun Shang couldn’t bear it any longer and burst out, "Since that’s the case, I wonder if brother Li has a better piece of work?"
"Me? Of course I do. Are you sure you wish to hear it?" Xu Que blinked several times as his heart roared with happiness. This humble subject didn’t wish to act tough, but you forced me to. I shall oblige you. Looks like sometimes, even when I don’t wish to act tough, the career catches me off guard! So, don’t blame me for putting on a good show!
The crowd looked at his face and had to suppress the inner urge to rush forward and beat his stinking face. Their hearts were filled with disgust and repulse for him.
A student then cleared his throat, "Young master Mo composed his poem in ten steps. If you can really compose a poem, it still won't mean that you’re more talented than him!"
"Hehe… did you say ten steps?" Xu Que laughed coldly before shaking his head, "To me, that poem was utter trash!"
"You… What did you say?"
"The audacity! How outrageous! You dare to lose your mannerisms and speak in such a way!"
"If a ten step poem is too easy for you, are you going to compose a poem in seven steps?"
The crowd was enraged when they heard this and that Mo Yun Shan was truly being treated unjustifiably.
The ten steps poem was extremely difficult and he even managed to compose such a high quality poem, but you actually called it trash?
"Boom!"
Xu Que slammed the tea cup heavily on the table, as he smiled out, "Seven steps poem? What’s the big deal with that? But I have to apologize. This humble subject won’t just compose one poem in ten steps. Instead… I shall compose ten poems in ten steps!"


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

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

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

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


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

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

May we all be blessed with longevity?

Though thousands of miles apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together?

Zhang Ye had already finished reciting his poem, but the sound lingered on. Everyone present seemed to have their goosebumps explode. They were momentarily silent! The entire auditorium was echoing with the sound from the microphone!

With the poem unleashed, it shocked the entire auditorium!

Meng Dongguo was already stunned when he heard half of it!

Big Thunder, Zheng Anbang, Little Red Mushroom and the other Writers' Association’s Teachers were dumbfounded!

Even without mentioning them, one could tell just by observing the atmosphere in the auditorium. Everyone in the audience had turned silent. Even the host, Zhang Huo, was at a loss for words while holding onto the microphone. The female host, Sung Mengjie, was even worse. She stared straight ahead and did not even realize that her hand had lost its grip on the microphone. Only when it issued a heavy thud on the red-carpeted floor of the podium did she come around. Following this, the souls of the people returned to their empty bodies, as if they had just crawled down from the moon in Zhang Ye's poem!

Wow!

Shouts immediately exploded!

"Good poem!"

"What the f***!"

"Heavens! What did I just hear!"

"The pen of God! The pen of God!"

"Too awesome! This poem is enough to explode!"

Some people could not help but stand up and applaud loudly!

Director Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei were stunned!

Big Sis Zhou exclaimed, "What a good melody poem! Teacher Little Zhang really created it on the spot? Oh, my God! Oh, my Buddha! Oh, my Guanyin Bodhisattva! Oh, my Jesus! Oh, my Heavens!" She believed in quite a few religions, as there were all sorts of variations. "That ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’ was made on the spot. ‘Flying Bird and Fish’ and ‘A Generation’ were also improvised on the spot. ‘See Me or Not’ was also written there and then. This is also written at the last minute? How could this be possible!? What sort of brain does Teacher Little Zhang have!?"

Wow!

It was unknown who gave the first applause! Thunderous applause!

This was not an analogous description! It was really like thunder! The entire auditorium's ceiling seemed to have been blown away! Other than applause, nothing else could be heard!

What was good about this melody poem? Many laymen might not be able to tell what was good about it, but they knew that it was definitely good.

Only Meng Dongguo, Zheng Anbang and company knew what realm this melody poem had reached. This was written too well. It revolved around the thoughts and imagination that opened up due to the Mid-Autumn's moon. It embodied the joys and sorrows of the world into a philosophical pursuit of the meaning of life and the universe!

When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the clear sky.

In the heavens on this night, I wonder what season it would be?

Almost every word was classic. Each word had a charm to it. Some of the words even needed to be repeated several times to gain an understanding of the profound meaning behind it! For example, the sentence, "ride the wind to return home"? Why was the word "return" used? A few people from the Writers' Association did not understand the first time that they heard it. Only as they heard to the end did they slowly understand. The word "return" was the finishing touch. It expressed how the original author, Zhang Ye, was in fact not treating himself as a mortal of this world. He treated himself as an immortal that had detached from the world; hence, he needed to "return" to the immortal palace, and not “go” to the immortal palace. It sounded insolent, but this melody poem's essence, energy and spirit had suddenly broke the confines of this world, and had raised the bar by more than one grade! Coupled with the ending sentence, the dozen or so Teachers and authors from the Writers' Association were too shocked for words!

Zhang Ye?

Who was he?

What sort of person is he!?

Other than Meng Dongguo and Little Red Mushroom understanding Zhang Ye a bit more, the other Teachers from the Writers' Association did not know this person. They had never even heard of him; hence, they were so shocked. How could a person that could write such a melody poem be some nobody? How could he be a rookie that they had never heard of? Furthermore, these people had prepared for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet for several days, while this person was called out onto the stage! He did not even have time to prepare! Just this alone! No one present felt that they could do it themselves! What’s more, he produced such a shockingly great melody poem!

When did the realm of poetry have such an awesome person!?

Two minutes. The applause lasted for two minutes before it ended!

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

Finally, loud cries began to shout out in unison. Many people were calling out Zhang Ye's name, cheering him on and encouraging him. They were backing him!

Why?

It was because Meng Dongguo was too much of a bully!

He had publicly invalidated Zhang Ye? And even said that he was an amateur? And even called him out to get him onstage for a showdown? And even wanted to find his faults, so as to show everyone how to write a poem? Don't forget that this was Beijing Radio Station. It was Zhang Ye's unit. Everyone was a bit angry that their colleague had been bullied! Hence, seeing Zhang Ye coming up with such a magical and godlike poem in an impressive fashion, everyone seemed like they were on stimulants as they cheered him on. Although they were cheering on Zhang Ye's name on the surface, they were in fact trampling on Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company!

Deputy Station Head Jia's face turned black. He stood up to clap his hands. This was a live broadcast. What were they doing!?

Seeing the station's Leader's attitude, everyone stopped shouting and began to sit down one after another. They were all waiting to see the commotion that was to follow!

The host, Zhang Huo, managed to come around and speak. As he drew in his breath, he asked, "Teacher Zhang Ye, what is the name of this melody poem? Can you tell us?"

Zhang Ye smiled. "It's called ‘Shuidiao Getou’.”

Sun Mengjie said, "I already do not know how to evaluate it. I'm a layperson and do not understand melody poems much. However, with me dropping the microphone without realizing it, you should know how much I love this poem. Really, I love this poem to death. Its words are beautiful to an extreme!"

Zhang Ye was a person who did not fear stirring up chaos in the world. He immediately said, "It's alright. You are a layperson, but there are many experts on-site. They are professional Teachers from the Writers' Association." Turning his head, he looked towards Meng Dongguo and Big Thunder. Both of them had already returned to their seats when Zhang Ye recited his poem; however, Zhang Ye was able to find them with a glance. "Teacher Meng, Teacher Big Thunder... Previously, the both of you said my works have no literary value. Previously, you have also said I might not be good at writing poems. Yes, I admit I'm a beginner and an amateur. I shall modestly ask you Teachers for advice to please help me improve my level. Can you advise me on this poem?"

Zhang Huo nearly burst out laughing.

Sun Mengjie was also at a loss as to whether to laugh or to cry.

Upon hearing this, Big Thunder nearly vomited a mouthful of blood. He nearly cursed his mother. Your granduncle! I advise you, my ass!

Find a problem? Find faults? I haven't even fully understood the melody poem's complete meaning! Where can I find fault with it!? Although he was unrelenting and was angry, most of this anger came from being embarrassed. To be fair, Big Thunder had no choice but to admit that Zhang Ye's poem was flawlessly perfect. Not even them, probably no one could pick a fault with it. Zhang Ye had trampled on them!

Meng Dongguo was even more direct. He stood beside a youth from the Writers' Association and whispered with his head down. It was as if he was discussing the poem and had pretended not to hear Zhang Ye's words.

Everyone who had called him out no longer made a noise!

Against such a dazzling poem, they had no means of making a noise!

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ye also felt it was meaningless. There was no need to say anything more. He had already expressed himself using his work. Furthermore, it was a live broadcast, with many listeners listening into it. It was not good for him to say so much, as it was easy to make a mistake with too many words. It would make himself seem agitated. Although anyone could tell that those words were Zhang Ye's way of fighting back, what he said was without fault. He had admitted to being an amateur and had asked for advice as a newcomer. No one could speak ill of that. Hence, he passed the microphone back to the host and prepared to go offstage.

Zhang Huo was actually quite warm-hearted, "Teacher Zhang, although we are in the second poetry appreciation segment, it is still part of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. Your poem will definitely be voted upon by netizens. Do you want to canvass for votes for yourself?"

Zhang Ye turned around and smiled. "It's alright. There's no need."

No need to canvass for votes? Meng Dongguo and company had all canvassed for votes, but you don't need to?

Zhang Huo did not understand what Zhang Ye's attitude was and could only respect his idea.

Meng Dongguo, who was below the stage, squinted his eyes slightly upon hearing this. He was not canvassing for votes? It was alright, even if he canvassed for votes. He believed that he was guaranteed to receive first place.

There were two reasons. Firstly, he also felt that his poem was very good. He did not believe that his "Thoughts of a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night" was in any way inferior to Zhang Ye's "Shuidao Getou". He felt that it was one of the best Mid-Autumn works that he had created in recent years. Secondly, he had the advantage of time. Meng Dongguo was the first person to recite his poem at the Poetry Meet. It began at 12 noon and ended at 2 P.M. There were two hours, so the longer the program went after your poem was presented, the more people there were to vote for you. There was no dispute. This was also the reason why Meng Dongguo had arranged to be the first to present a poem. As the Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President, and a leader of the capital's poetry industry, he could not even show his face if he got second place for this sort of competition. He and the radio station had at least done their best to make sure that he would be the champion. If not, Meng Dongguo would probably not have participated in it, as it would affect his prestige.

But what about Zhang Ye?

Now, it was already 1.30 P.M. That was to say, Zhang Ye had barely half an hour left!

Even if the netizens and listeners liked his poem and voted for him, how many votes could they cast? It definitely could not exceed the votes for Meng Dongguo. Hence, he believed the championship title was likely in the bag!

Other people also shared his thoughts.

For example, Big Thunder and Little Red Mushroom had the same thoughts. Although they knew that Zhang Ye's melody poem was well-written, it had no chance of becoming the champion. It was also quite impossible for him to enter the top three. How many votes could one garner in 20+ minutes? The other people already had more than ten thousand votes. It was already not bad if Zhang Ye could get into the top ten! When the results were out, people would not care about the procedure or that there wasn't enough voting time. They only looked at the final outcome. When the top three was dominated by people from the Writers' Association and Zhang Ye was ranked beyond third place, then it was a way for the Writers' Association team that Meng Dongguo led to save their face!

Ah, alright!

Your melody poem this time had a lot of literary value to it!

We acknowledge that your melody poem was indeed very good!

But so what? Aren't you still ranked behind us? In the end, everyone will still see that you are inferior to us professional Teachers from a professional body like the Writers' Association!

Scholars tended to be more stubborn. There may have been some small conflicts at the beginning, but as the situation worsened, neither side would agree to back down. Anyway, they were going to go forceful on Zhang Ye! This was probably the clash between their orthodox background as Teachers of the Writers' Association and Zhang Ye, a half-past-six unorthodox "amateur" that wrote supernatural stories, fairy tales and poems! They would not give up until they beat the other party into submission!


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!

Li Xiao Bai's expectations were not disappointed.
After his recital, three more people stepped up.
One was a strong man wearing a golden mask, he was shining in a glaring golden light.
There was an old man wearing a cone hat, he was holding a cane as a green light moved around him.
There was also a woman, she had a slim body and wore a pink dress, her face was covered by a veil, after her recital, butterflies flew around her, it was a beautiful sight.
These three had created famed poems on the same level as Li Xiao Bai's moonlit night.
Li Xiao Bai let out a sigh of relief: "This world has Gu worms to assist with poem creation. Gu Masters are also able to extend their lifespan and gain more experience in life. Thus, famed poems are more likely to appear than on Earth."
On Earth, moonlit night was a rare creation. But in Profound Literature grotto-heaven, it would not be unmatched.
Including Li Xiao Bai, the four of them had their own territory as they looked at each other.
The strong man, old man, and woman placed their gazes on Li Xiao Bai.
They knew each other, they had some sort of understanding towards their works, but Li Xiao Bai was a newcomer.
"Who is this young man?"
"His talent qi is not dense, how can he create such a famed poem?"
"Hehe, interesting guy."
Li Xiao Bai's teacher, Teacher Jiang, also saw his student's performance. He nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, Li Xiao Bai, it seems you are performing well today. Continue working hard."
In the end, no accidents happened, Li Xiao Bai moved to the next round and was teleported away.
After he regained his senses, he arrived in another arena.
"This is the fifth round, scholars, please wait patiently." Li Xiao Bai heard a voice in his mind.
Li Xiao Bai understood at once: "So the advancement has differences as well. The poem I made is enough to pass three rounds and directly reach the fifth round."
"This is quite a logical rule."
"But this means that the Gu Masters who reached this round are all people who created famed poems. Only half of these people can pass, the pressure has intensified now."
Li Xiao Bai looked around, he found two familiar faces.
It was the strong man and the woman from earlier.
After noticing Li Xiao Bai's gaze, the woman nodded at him, she seemed to be smiling under the veil. Meanwhile, the strong man had an air of arrogance, after giving Li Xiao Bai a glance, he started to shut his eyes and meditate.
In the fifth round, there was only the three of them now.
"I wonder which round that old man went to."
"I should pretend to rest now."
When scholars made poems, they had to think with all their effort, but he only had to select a suitable poem for his use. This was too easy, he had to conceal the fact.
After waiting for several minutes in the fifth round arena, the second competition began.
He had more than twenty competitors, Li Xiao Bai felt a certain level of pressure in his heart.
The theme of the second competition was out — Travel, the time limit was the same as before.
"Travel? This question is the same as spring, it is so broad and easy to write, but creating a famed poem will be very hard!" The strong man sighed to himself.
The woman was thinking: "I am not well versed in this, what should I do?"
Li Xiao Bai was also contemplating: "Which poem do I copy?"
After thinking for a while, he felt that he could not use a classic poem, the effect would be too overwhelming, but he could not use a bad poem. Otherwise, he would fail to advance and be kicked back to the previous round.
Li Xiao Bai was a little troubled, it was not easy to gauge this situation.
He knew his own ability, but he did not know about others, he did not know what sort of poem to use to win but not gain too much attention.
"In the first round, I went overboard. I should not try for first place now." Li Xiao Bai told himself.
He waited patiently.
After a few minutes, some scholars already created their poems. After that, a few more started to recite their poems, colorful lights appeared.
Li Xiao Bai sighed to himself, thinking: "It seems that famed poems are not easy to create, these people did well in the first round but currently, they are only performing at an average level."
Li Xiao Bai soon had an idea of the situation but he did not start working, he was still waiting.
As the time limit was about to be up, he finally saw some famed poems.
One from the strong man.
He recited a poem with great battle intent, resembling the march of horses and spears, his entire body was flickering with golden light, one could hear the clash of spears and blades.
The second famed poem came from the woman.
She created a gentle poem, describing a young lady looking outside her room's window, listening to the stories of travelers outside, imagining her own travel journey, it was quite impressive.
"Alright, it is my turn now." Li Xiao Bai coughed as he recited:
Date flowers fall on the villagers' clothes, 
The sound of reeling carts heard from every household, 
Old men dressed in simple clothes sell cucumbers under the willow tree. 
Feeling drunk and drowsy from the long journey, 
The bright sun makes my throat dry, I thirst for a refreshing drink, 
I knock on the door of a mortal house, hoping to request for some tea.
He had copied Su Shi's Silk-washing Stream.
After the recital, be it the strong man or the woman, they were evidently moved as they analyzed the poem.
"Good poem! This poem starts with description of the scenery and actions at the back, with the fusion of both, one can feel interested in the event."
"Even though he is writing about a scenery, he uses his voice to create an image, compared to normal descriptions, this is very vivid. The emotional part is also very interesting. This kid might be a Gu Master but he is very polite and courteous, he does not barge into a mortal's house, he is truly a gentleman and has incomparable elegance."
"Reading his poem shows his nature. This young scholar is really promising!"
The surrounding scholars looked at Li Xiao Bai with a different gaze now.
Li Xiao Bai let out a breath of air, pretending that he was extremely exhausted.
"After this round, I should be able to advance. Not just that, my performance was really good, I did not gain too much attention but I also did not show inability."
Li Xiao Bai was quite satisfied with himself, after waiting for a while, the time limit was up.
He became stunned.
Most scholars failed to create a poem.
"This is the world poetry competition, I need to display my best abilities. If I use any inferior work, it will be too shameful."
"I did my best but could not create a satisfactory poem, even if I fail, I will not regret it!"
"This trip was worth my time, I got to hear three famed poems."
"Haha, in the worst case scenario, I might fall to the first round, so what? Goodbye!"
Those scholars that did not create a poem left in a carefree manner, while those scholars who made inferior poems showed shameful expressions.
Li Xiao Bai was calm on the outside but internally flummoxed: "How can you guys act so graciously?"
Even though he advanced, he had gained too much attention again. Earlier, he was quite satisfied with the situation, but to think these scholars would be so useless.
"Hmph, I had overestimated them." Li Xiao Bai thought.
There was nothing to say, he successfully advanced to the ninth round.
After patiently waiting for a while, the people gathered. This time, there was less than ten of them.
Many of them were famous scholars, they knew each other and greeted politely, they were calm and elegant on the outside, but were all feeling nervous internally.
At this point, the pressure of these competitors intensified again.
"I need to be stable, I cannot create a commotion again!" Li Xiao Bai clenched his fists, he kept reminding himself.
But this time, his opponents all performed well, more than half of the Gu Masters created famed poems.
Li Xiao Bai was the last one left.
Li Xiao Bai had a nervous expression but he was calm internally, he recited the poem that he had already prepared in advance.
With some flickering light, his cultivation level rose to rank four, he gained a new Gu worm.
This time, he planned meticulously, the poem he created was just borderline in the middle, he managed to advance successfully but he was at the bottom of the batch.
Right when Li Xiao Bai was feeling happy.
Cough!
Someone coughed out a mouthful of blood.
Ugh.
Someone fainted on the ground.
The strong man shook as he sat down with difficulty. The woman coughed for a long time with a pale expression.
Only Li Xiao Bai was left standing on the spot, unaffected.
At once, everyone's gazes were on him again.
"This young man is very strong! Currently speaking, he has already created three famed poems."
"He did not get injured at all, it seems that he had not gone all out when he made his poem earlier."
"Impressive! After this competition, I need to befriend him!"
Li Xiao Bai: "…"
He was speechless.
Oh heavens, why did everyone overexert themselves?!
Wasn't it just a poem competition, why were they risking their lives?
He wanted to pretend to cough blood too but it was too late now, he could not disguise himself anymore.
Li Xiao Bai had to continue moving to the next round with a plain expression.


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.
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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 


As she listened to Chen Xinlu's words, Feng Tianlan frowned slightly. "The Demon King likes Princess Zhao Yang?"
Wasn't Princess Zhao Yang really Sister Lin?
Upon seeing Feng Tianlan frown, Chen Xinlu thought she had hit a nerve, and started gloating. "The Demon King went to the palace in person to send the letter to Princess Zhao Yang. It's a secret love poem."
With that, she started reciting the poem out loud, "Smug and mirthful countenance, dark eyes gaze at the distance. Why is there sorrow over star-crossed love when everything is crystal clear in the palace."
Upon hearing this poem, Feng Tianlan couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "It really seems like a love poem."
"It's a nuanced love poem. Lin is the surname of Princess Zhaoyang, and this poem praises Princess Zhaoyang for her beauty. Because she is separated from him by the palace wall, he feels sorrow, so he wants to get away from the palace and elope with the princess." Chen Xinlu explained the meaning of this poem, then said to Feng Tianlan mockingly, "It's obvious you aren't well educated since you can't even comprehend such a beautiful yet easy to understand love poem."
Feng Tianlan glanced at Chen Xinlu indifferently with a smile.
She wrote this poem with Sister Lin when she was a child. Dai and Lin referred to her and Sister Lin. The wording was originally "Me Dai and Lin", but Sister Lin didn't like how it sounded, so she changed the wording.
This poem was nowhere nearly as meaningful as Chen Xinlu made it out to be, and was completely playful in nature. They wanted to put both of their names in one poem to express how despite not being biological sisters, their relationship was as intimate as blood sisters.
Now, this poem of sisterhood was made out to be a love poem, so how could she not laugh.
"So, don't even think about marrying the Demon King. And you dare claim that you're Demon King's fiancée? If others exposed your lie, they would tell you how shameless you are." What a big fat joke.
Feng Tianlan simply laughed. No one knew about this poem except her and Sister Lin, so she had included this poem in her letter as a will, and in the letter she told her not to marry Shen Yunya.
Mobai brought this letter to the Xuantian Continent and sent it to Sister Lin.
Yet she never expected someone to treat it as Mobai's love poem to Sister Lin. How ludicrous!
Shi Yiqing simply thought it was Feng Tianlan seeking bittersweet joy amidst sorrow, and he comforted her gently, "Lady Feng should stop saying such a thing. If you're heard, the joke itself is a trivial matter, but if the Demon King hears of it, someone could die."
Even in the Western Yuan Kingdom, he had heard of how terrifying the Demon King was.
Feng Tianlan didn't explain herself anymore. It was unnecessary to explain when they were already convinced of their assumptions.
Perhaps it was because she said that Si Mobai was her fiancé, so Chen Xinlu felt that she was delusional and wanted to take advantage of her beauty to rise in stature. Because Chen Xinlu thought Feng Tianlan probably wasn't interested in Shi Yiqing, so she was less hostile towards her besides calling her a toad from time to time.
Chen Xinlu, who was in a much better mood, held Shi Yiqing's arm and said coquettishly, "Brother Qing, I want to eat red-tailed chicken."
"You've already let it go, yet now you want to eat it?" Shi Yiqing glared at her, then asked Feng Tianlan, "Would Lady Feng like to eat it? It wouldn't be too late to grab one now."
"No," Feng Tianlan refused indifferently.
"Brother Qing, what she wants to eat is swan meat. How could she reduce her beauty by eating red-tailed chicken." Chen Xinlu sized up Feng Tianlan. "But with her status, a lowly Dark Supreme doesn't deserve to eat red-tailed chicken."
Feng Tianlan glanced at her, then curled her lips saying, "Go, White Cutie-pie."


"Ride this, my beloved consort!" Instantly rewarded with a punch in his charming face. He looked hurt, "I just wanted you to try out the mythical beast mount!"
Having died a cruel and excruciating death in her past incarnation, she was reborn into a body imbued with an impeccable talent for cultivation. A good-for-nothing? Fire, water, ice, wind, thunder, and nature; switching between the six elements is easy as pie. Supreme grade pills? She scatters them in the air like candies. Legendary beasts? They're begging her to form a contract. She is the arrogant Queen almighty! You say that heaven is undefiable? Then she will defy it!
"Bad news, my Lord! The consort has beaten the Empress of the Heavenly Phoenix Nation into a pulp!"
He raised an eyebrow and brimmed of pride, "It's nothing. Send a million troops to back up my beloved consort. Tell them that I'm the one who's pampering her!"

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