Chapter 39 Clear Sound_1

"Oh." Pei Ye was not particularly interested in these, a "Comparisons Must Yield under My Sword" would do.

"However, being a candidate at Martial Arts Hall just means you're a spectator, you can only participate if you go up there as a member of the Academy." Zhang Dingyun said, "That's the underlying meaning of this Pavilion Poetry Meeting. Whoever writes well will be recommended by everyone to go up."

"Hmm, you're good at writing poems, and you're not just enjoying the beautiful scenery all day."

"No, I'm not good at it."

"..."

"Whoever gets these quotas, I'll go and buy them." Zhang Dingyun chuckled, "What do you think, Brother Pei, why not go and watch the excitement, your swordsmanship will certainly be well-received."

"No." Pei Ye declined, waving his hand. He was still entangled with "Spreading Wings," he planned to execute this sword move in the afternoon.