Chapter 670: Time-traveling to the Cultivation World as a Copywriter

"How is it, Brother Lu?

Meng Jingzhou had the heart to compose a poem, but the problem was that he truly didn't know how; the level of what he could produce was merely that of a doggerel.

Meng Jingyu looked at the Immortal Fairy with eager eyes and tugged on her sleeve, very worried. She could also tell that Zhong Yi and Yang Zhangbin were deliberately targeting Brother Lu Yang.

Luo Wushuang frowned, feeling that Yang Zhangbin had gone a bit too far.

"If you want me to write, I'll write," the Immortal Fairy said. She took out the four treasures of the study from her identity jade token, ground the ink, and began to write. Very quickly, she had finished a poem.

"Writing so fast?" Yang Zhangbin frowned. It was as if she had already thought it out beforehand; she began writing the moment the brush touched the paper, without the slightest hesitation.

A feeling of unease arose for no reason. Could Lu Yang really be proficient in Confucianism?

The maid took the poem and handed it to Ye Mengyin behind the green gauze.

Ye Mengyin noticed the movement before the green gauze and heard Yang Zhangbin demand that Lu Yang compose a poem. She had intended to help Lu Yang out of the predicament, but she never expected that Lu Yang could actually compose a poem on the spot.

She glanced at the few short lines and revealed an expression of shock, her hands trembling uncontrollably with excitement. Is, is this really a poem composed on the spot by Daoist Lu Yang?

She had already prepared herself to write and recite a poem for Lu Yang, assuming his poetry skills were lacking.

She never imagined that Daoist Lu Yang's talent would be so high.

"Miss?" The maid noticed Ye Mengyin's unusual behavior and whispered a reminder.

Ye Mengyin woke as if from a dream. She regained her composure, steadied her mind, and prepared to recite the poem.

"Why hasn't Daoist Ye recited the poem yet?" Zhong Yi raised an eyebrow. This was something that had never happened before, and everyone found it very strange.

Just then, Ye Mengyin's crisp voice came from behind the green gauze: "《Green Jade Table · Lantern Festival》..."

Everyone quieted down, all wanting to hear what Lu Yang had written—whether it was doggerel or a fine work.

"The east wind blows, blooming flowers on a thousand trees. It blows down stars like rain. Precious horses and carved carriages fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns, all night the fish and dragons dance."

A deathly silence.

Everyone present was immersed in the scenery described by this poem, unable to extricate themselves: "All night the fish and dragons dance... With just a few short lines in the first stanza, he has depicted the scenery of the Lantern Festival so vividly."

There are many poems describing the scenery of the Lantern Festival, but to be immersed in fantasy with just a few sparse lines is something that hasn't happened in hundreds of years.

Some people secretly glanced at Yang Zhangbin. Regardless of how the second stanza was written, the exquisite descriptive technique of the first stanza alone left Yang Zhangbin's overly ornate poem streets behind.

Yang Zhangbin's face was livid. He never expected that the poem he had painstakingly prepared would actually be inferior to what Lu Yang composed on the spot.

He snorted coldly. So what if the first stanza is well-written? If the second stanza is mediocre, it would ruin the entire poem.

Meng Jingzhou, however, was not too surprised. After all, she was an omnipotent ancient immortal; writing a few good poems was no problem.

Meng Jingyu looked at the Immortal Fairy with admiration, finding her more handsome the more she looked.

Does Brother Lu Yang not only have high talent for cultivation and combat, but also such great skill in poetry and prose?

Behind the green gauze, Ye Mengyin softly read the second stanza.

"Moth-eyebrows and snow-willows, golden threads. Laughter and chatter, the faint fragrance drifts away. I search for her a thousand times in the crowd. Suddenly I look back, and that person is... where the lanterns are fading."

Reading to the end, Ye Mengyin looked infatuatedly at the final line. Just moments ago, she had only glanced at it hurriedly and couldn't grasp the meaning, but as she recited it before everyone, she gradually fathomed Lu Yang's intent.

"That person is where the lanterns are fading—is this line written for me..."

Not a sound was heard.

After hearing the second stanza, someone who was about to drink tea froze, their arm suspended in mid-air, holding the cup, unable to bring it to their lips for a long time.

More people turned their heads in shock to look at the Immortal Fairy, their faces full of disbelief.

If the beautiful scenery written in the first stanza was a rare and good poem, then the description in the second stanza pushed this poem to an even higher level.

A poem for the ages!

Once this poem appeared, it overshadowed all others; any poem describing the Lantern Festival fell into the inferior category—there was simply no possibility of comparison!

Yang Zhangbin had intended to find fault and make Lu Yang lose face even if the second stanza was well-written, but when Ye Mengyin recited the second stanza, he opened his mouth, yet could say nothing, and had to close it in frustration.

He wasn't even qualified to critique this poem.

"Why is everyone looking at me?"

The Immortal Fairy turned her head to look at Meng Jingyu beside her. Meeting Meng Jingyu's eyes, she didn't quite understand why everyone's reaction was so intense, and felt it was somewhat inexplicable.

Meng Jingyu was immersed in the description of "I search for her a thousand times in the crowd. Suddenly I look back, and that person is, where the lanterns are fading." Meeting the Immortal Fairy's eyes, her heart beat uncontrollably—thump, thump, thump.

Is this using poetry to express love? Could it be that the person Brother Lu Yang has been searching for is actually me?

"Good, good, good! Who would have thought that Brother Lu has truly received the true teachings of Daoist Wuyu, and can actually compose a masterpiece for the ages!" Zhong Yi had intended to use this opportunity to make Lu Yang look foolish, but he never expected Lu Yang to be so deep and unrevealing. He had always presented himself as a cultivation genius and had never revealed his identity as a Confucian cultivator.

Zhong Yi considered himself a person of considerable schemes, but if he had such talent, he certainly wouldn't be able to hide it; he would have long since used this talent to become famous throughout the world. How could he have waited until today?

And with his own repeated provocations just now, Lu Yang had shown no intention of falling for them.

Zhong Yi's gaze toward Lu Yang carried a hint of fear. Opposing someone with a heart as deep as an abyss would surely lead to his own misfortune!

"This is what you call not proficient in poetry?" Luo Wushuang recalled what Lu Yang had said earlier and looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. If this counted as not being proficient in poetry, then no one in the world would dare call themselves a poet.

"I just learned it," the Immortal Fairy said, scratching the back of her head and giggling.

She had seen the expressions on everyone's faces before—that was back when she took Little Ling and Lianyi to play the pig to eat the tiger.

She never expected that the poem the Second-in-Command helped her write could have such an effect.

"Little Yang, you are so amazing!" In the spiritual space, the Immortal Fairy looked at Lu Yang excitedly. She hadn't felt this way in a long time.

"Hmm, Little Yang, what is that expression on your face?"

Lu Yang's expression was strange; he had long anticipated everyone's reaction.

He sighed: "It's nothing, I just didn't expect that my identity could be used in this way."

Lu Yang truly hadn't expected that one day he would be able to act cool using the identity of a literary plagiarist, even though it was the Immortal Fairy using his identity to act cool.

The Immortal Fairy didn't quite understand what Lu Yang meant.

"Your identity?"

She remembered Lu Yang often saying something about how she should be a golden finger, a portable old grandfather, or a portable old grandmother.

She asked Lu Yang what this meant, and Lu Yang said it meant living in the spiritual space and being able to use knowledge to help the owner of the body act cool.

Thinking of this, the Immortal Fairy suddenly realized: "Oh, I get it! Following the logic of your naming convention, Little Yang, your current identity is called a portable old brat!"

Lu Yang: "..."

I help you act cool, Fairy, and this is how you repay me?