Chapter 425: Is this a poetry gathering?

Facing the strange gazes of Yu Mo and the other two, the two elders of Qing Yun Sect instantly felt offended.

"What are you looking at? Humph, Yu Mo, don't think that just because your Dao Yi Sect has a few little tricks, you can hide them from my Qing Yun Sect."

Huh???

Hearing this, Yu Mo and the other two were completely bewildered—what the hell little tricks? They were just showing pure concern.

Idiot.

Moron.

You're sick.

Completely unreasonable, and Qi Xiong and Chen Qingyu likewise gave a perfunctory reply after two sentences, then fell silent.

Immediately, the crowd walked into the city and headed straight for the East Literature Academy.

"Everyone be careful, the poetry gathering has begun; the Dao Yi Sect is likely to make a move."

Along the way, Chen Qingyu quietly reminded everyone that over these few days, he hadn't been completely unprepared.

Over these past few days, numerous disciples of the Qing Yun Sect had secretly arrived in batches at Confucian Sage City, adding up to nearly two hundred thousand disciples in total.

The purpose was to deal with the Dao Yi Sect; in Chen Qingyu's view, given Qi Xiong's character, he would definitely make a move at the poetry gathering.

And all of this, naturally, could not be hidden from Yu Mo and them.

"This Qing Yun Sect is really strange—those two immortals not closing their gates is one thing, but why bring so many disciples?"

"Are you afraid the East Literature poetry gathering will have problems?"

"Bullshit, why weren't you afraid before?"

"That's because it's us."

"Regardless of the reason, if they don't make a move, you shouldn't provoke them."

Qi Xiong reminded them, he also felt that Chen Qingyu was a bit strange, but since he couldn't figure it out, he decided not to provoke him.

Soon, everyone entered the East Literature Academy, which remained bustling with people.

However, those who can enter here are either Confucian cultivators or cultivators of some reputation and status.

Ordinary people have no right to enter here, let alone participate in the poetry gathering.

The entire East Literature Academy covers a large area, almost taking up half of Confucian Sage City.

For this poetry gathering, the East Literature Academy naturally made thorough preparations.

After the members of the Dao Yi Sect and Qing Yun Sect took their seats, the instructor of the East Literature Academy personally went on stage to announce the start of this poetry gathering.

Basically, such a poetry gathering is just Confucian cultivators showing off their literary talent, meanwhile commenting on world affairs and engaging in verbal sparring.

At the outset, it's definitely poetry, ci, fu, and the like.

Ye Zhangqing listlessly watched, also curious how these Confucian cultivators' literary talent compared to the great masters of his past life.

But just after taking a sip of tea, a disciple of the East Literature Academy walked out, looked toward the Dao Yi Sect side, and spoke.

"The sun shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke; today I have come before Gōulán."

Pffft.............

A mouthful of tea sprayed out—what the hell is this?

Seeing this, Bai Hua Xianzi gently used a handkerchief to wipe Ye Zhangqing's mouth, curious.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing... this... is this a Confucian cultivator from the East Literature Academy?"

"Yes."

"But this poem........"

"Any problem?"

Looking at Bai Hua Xianzi's usual expression, Ye Zhangqing doubted—surely, at least, even if not, it couldn't be only this level, right?

The next second, an Inner Door Disciple from the Literature Academy Peak stood up and replied.

"Saliva flows three thousand feet, I pat my pocket—no money."

Huh???

"Far up the stone path of Fragrance Mountain slopes, in the deep white clouds, I and she."

Huh???

"I originally thought the prince would meet the princess, but who expected the dragon to see the frog."

Huh???

"Goose, goose, goose, bend the neck to cut with a knife."

"Pluck the feathers and add hot water."

"Light the fire and cover the pot."

Huh???

"If heaven has feelings, heaven too grows old."

"If people have feelings, they die early."

Huh???

"Heaven endowed me with talent, it must be useful."

"The mouse's son knows how to dig holes."

Huh???

"Ask you, how much sorrow can you have?"

"Just like a ghost seeing sorrow in Gōulán."

As more and more people spoke, the atmosphere of the poetry gathering grew increasingly heated, especially the clash between the East Literature Academy and the Literature Academy Peak, which drew continuous applause from the audience.

"Good."

"The Literature Institute Peak disciples are indeed still talented in literature."

"The Eastern Literature Academy is not bad either; this year indeed has produced many good talents."

"What a fine one, just like a Gōulán ghost seeing sorrow; Shen Xian, fellow cultivator, indeed has literary thoughts that gush like a spring, we all admire."

"Hearing the continuous applause from around and those sharp poems, Ye Zhangqing was already numb."

"You damn well tell me this is a poetry gathering?"

"Isn't the gold content a bit too low?"

"Just as Ye Zhangqing's scalp went numb, inside the Eastern Literature Academy, a youth dressed in Menial Disciple attire stood up."

"His gaze went straight to Ye Zhangqing; he had been eyeing Ye Zhangqing for a while."

"He discovered that on the Dao Yi Sect side, only Ye Zhangqing was a Menial Disciple."

"And speaking honestly, despite the previous series of clashes, the Eastern Literature Academy was still in a suppressed state."

"At this moment, it was necessary to turn the tide, and this person was actually the Eastern Literature Academy's specially prepared secret weapon."

"Talent not high, cultivation not high, but literary talent is absolutely outstanding; it was precisely to be able to slap the Dao Yi Sect in the face at the poetry gathering."

"Facing Shen Xian and the others, there was no confidence, but a mere Menial Disciple, when it comes to poetry, that's nothing to be trifled with."

"Immediately, this disciple bowed to Ye Zhangqing from afar, with a faint smile on his face, and said:"

"\"Junior brother here has a few lines of poetry; I don't know if senior brother could grant instruction? \""

"\"Me? \""

"Upon hearing this, Ye Zhangqing looked doubtful."

"\"Exactly. \""

"\"But I'm not from the Literature Institute Peak............... \""

"\"Senior brother, are you perhaps afraid? \""

"Without letting Ye Zhangqing finish, this person gave a sneering remark; seeing this, Ye Zhangqing knew he was using the goading tactic, yet still rose without hesitation."

"\"Please. \""

"\"Husband. \""

"\"Little Changqing. \""

"Seeing this, Bai Hua Xianzi and the others were somewhat worried, after all they hadn't seen Ye Zhangqing study poetry, and Shen Xian even jumped up and said:"

"\"Junior Brother Changqing is not my Literature Institute Peak disciple; if you want instruction, I'll come. \""

"\"Senior brother, as an Inner Disciple of the Literature Institute Peak, while I am merely a Menial Disciple of the Eastern Literature Academy; even if senior brother wins against me, it would not be a proper victory, right? \""

"Not having thought of sparring with Shen Xian, this disciple outright refused; moreover, there's no problem with Menial Disciple versus Menial Disciple."

"You, an Inner Disciple, what are you doing joining the fun?"

"Shen Xian was momentarily unable to rebut, while Ye Zhangqing calmly nodded to everyone."

"\"Rest assured, I have confidence. \""

"If it were before, Ye Zhangqing definitely wouldn't go up to embarrass himself; he still has some self-awareness."

"In his previous life, he hadn't even understood the three hundred Tang and Song poems; how could he possibly match those Confucian cultivators who have studied for hundreds of years?"

"But after just now, Ye Zhangqing realized he had overthought it."

"At such a poetry gathering, Ye Zhangqing expressed that he fears no one."

"Seeing Ye Zhangqing nod in agreement, this disciple immediately rejoiced; good, all we wanted was your agreement, now we just wait for you to lose face."

"Playing with strength might not be a match, but when it comes to poetry, even several Inner Disciples of the Eastern Literature Academy are no match for him."

"And Hong Zun and the others wore looks of worry."

"\"Junior Sister, does Little Changqing know poetry? \""

"Hong Zun sent a mental inquiry; upon hearing, Bai Hua Xianzi shook her head."

"\"I don't know. \""

"\"Forget it, things have come to this; we'll wait and see, if the Eastern Literature Academy bullies people too much, then we'll overturn the table. \""

"Qi Xiong said this; hearing it, everyone looked at him strangely."

"\"Didn't you say not to cause trouble? \""