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Chapter 194 Spring Dragon Poetry Club (3)

The bright moon, stars, candlelight, and various colors are reflected on the calm lake surface, and the unique golden tail carp of Sun Moon Lake can be faintly seen in the water.

Legend has it that the Sun Moon Lake was transformed from a drop of tears by a certain fairy, and the carp was contaminated with this fairy spirit, so it gave birth to a golden tail.

However, in Wei Changtian's opinion, even in the world of cultivation, this kind of story is pure nonsense.

Tears are salty, and Sun Moon Lake is a freshwater lake, so it cannot be the tears of a fairy.

As for why golden tail carp appears?

Obviously, isn't this just biological variation?

As a time traveler, Wei Changtian is still accustomed to using modern scientific thinking to explain some natural phenomena, and in most cases he can indeed explain it clearly.

But some things really do not fall within the scope of management by scientific greats like Einstein or Darwin.

For example, the internal force that seems invisible but is actually tangible, such as the star scabbard with "space jumping technology", such as the mother-in-law jade that looks like quantum communication...

Another example is the current scene.

...

"Puff thump thump!"

The originally calm lake suddenly rippled, and dozens of carps leaped out of the water, their golden tails swinging up into drops of water, as if they were celebrating something.

On the small boat, the man who had just finished reciting the poem had a proud look on his face.

"The golden carp leaps over the dragon's gate! This poem was actually recognized by more than ten golden carps!"

"Brother Zhang's poetic talent is truly extraordinary!"

"Only wild birds accompany us, and their crows kill the mulberry pickers... This sentence is indeed excellent!"

"Look, even Su Sheng nodded!"

"..."

As these dozens of carps jumped out of the water and then fell down, bursts of discussion instantly sounded inside and outside Sun Moon Lake, with words full of praise and envy.

However, Wei Changtian was stunned when he heard this.

WTF?

The poem written by the man named Zhang just now... was recognized by Carp???

Are you just teasing me?

But judging from the timing of those golden-tailed carps jumping out and the direction of their tail flicks, it does seem like this is the case...

Absolutely amazing!

Wei Changtian was speechless for a while, and recalled the poem just now in his mind.

In the spring of the thirty-sixth year, a fisherman was fishing in the Qiu River. Wild birds followed him, crowing and killing the mulberry pickers.

Well, I can only say that it sounds quite catchy.

As for the meaning... I have no idea at all!

Good guy, my cultural accomplishment is not as good as a few fishes?!

Looking at the literati who were discussing animatedly around him and Su Wu who nodded with a smile, Wei Changtian felt as if he was an outsider and out of place.

By the way, is this poem really that good?

"Hahaha, you dare to use this kind of poem to show your shame, and it actually caused the golden carp to jump over?!"

Suddenly, a young man in black robe slowly stood up and laughed loudly in front of countless surprised eyes:

"The Daning Poetry Circle looks like this!"

...

...

The so-called poetry meeting is actually not much different from the flower appraisal meeting for selecting oirans, and there is still some comparative meaning in it.

The dragon raises its head, Chinese Valentine's Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, stopping floods, praying for rain... All poetry gatherings, regardless of their size, must have a big theme, and in order to increase the difficulty, some more detailed small themes are often set up.

The main theme of the Spring Dragon Poetry Society is naturally "Spring", and the minor theme chosen by the man named Zhang just now is "Sorrow".

Taking "Spring Sorrow" as the title, a stick of incense becomes a poem in time.

In the spring of the thirty-sixth year, a fisherman was fishing in the Qiu River. Wild birds followed him, crowing and killing the mulberry pickers.

Although Wei Changtian didn't understand the meaning of this poem, since it can make the golden carp jump, it means it was well written. Even if it can't win the title tonight, it should still be considered a masterpiece.

However, someone actually made such a sarcastic statement right now, which instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

"Who is this man? What does he want to do?"

"I don't know, I've never seen him before, but I guess he must have had some issues with Brother Zhang."

"But why did he say that last sentence?!"

"this......"

"..."

If the man in black robe just said that the poem just now was not good, everyone would not be too surprised.

After all, it is normal for literati to have some conflicts and even feuds, and it is not uncommon for them to ridicule their enemies in public.

But what does the phrase "Daning's poetry world is nothing more than this" mean?

A simple sentence directly offended everyone present.

In addition to anger, everyone also understood one thing -

This man in black robe is not a citizen of Daning!

"..."

The evening breeze rippled, stirring thousands of lanterns on the lake.

"Wow!"

The small boat shook suddenly. The man surnamed Zhang just looked at the man in black angrily, stepped to the bow of the boat and shouted:

"Who are you?!"

"You actually dare to come to my poetry festival in Daning and talk nonsense. You are really as ridiculous as a clown!"

"My poem may not be a good one. If you despise it so much, why not compose a better one?"

"Otherwise, don't try to make fun of yourself here!"

Want to show off?

Yes, but you must first have the ability to show off!

If not, then get out!

The righteousness of these words made many people secretly feel happy.

However, the man in black robe didn't take it seriously. He just glanced at the man named Zhang and then jumped into the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

He proudly looked around at the dozens of small boats with his hands behind his hands. His eyes paused on Su Wu for a few seconds, and then he recited directly:

"Spring is deep and nowhere to be found, and the willow bank is bright and desolate."

"Weeping in front of the lamp at night when it rains, and the sound of drums at the end of the night."

"..."

The characters are straight and round, full of vitality.

And after the last sentence is recited...

"Wow!"

Dozens of ripples formed on the surface of the lake, and then an equal number of golden-tailed carps jumped out, throwing up pieces of silver beads in the air.

"What?!"

The boat group shook violently, and a group of people suddenly stood up around the pavilion.

Everyone stared at the man standing proudly in the pavilion, with an unknown fire in their eyes.

Although I hate to admit it, this poem... is indeed better.

However, the better this poem is, the more it slaps each of them in the face.

Because the current situation is very clear.

This young man in black robe is just here to cause trouble.

And he still wants to destroy the entire Daning poetry circle!

How can you endure this?!

Some people clenched their hands into fists, some cast their eyes on Su Wu, who was sitting quietly aside, and some started to curse.

"Shu Zi! Don't think that if you are lucky enough to write a poem, you will be arrogant! If you are capable, compete with me again!"

"Hmph! Maybe this poem was written in advance and just happened to hit the title!"

"Young people who don't even dare to tell you their names, don't be too arrogant!"

"..."

In the lake and on the lake shore, countless scoldings and curses instantly joined together and rushed straight to the pavilion.

But in the face of all this, the latter remained unmoved, with a vague sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth.

People who often quarrel know that this kind of silent person is the most difficult to deal with. The more you scold him, the more angry you become.

So after more than ten breaths, the monstrous scolding finally stopped.

"..."

The man in black robe just shook his head gently and said calmly:

"Dali, Kuixing Academy, Shen Ran."

"I came here to ask the Daning Poet Saint for advice on a poem."

Shen Ran?

Everyone was at a loss after hearing this, and they couldn't remember where this famous figure in Dali's literary world came from.

Only Wei Changtian, who had been watching the excitement before, now showed an expression of extreme astonishment.

The reason why he was shocked was of course not because of the collective sense of honor of Daning people, but because...

[10: Dali Dynasty, disciple of the outer courtyard of Kuixing Academy, Shen Ran]


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