Chapter 196 Spring Dragon Poetry Gathering (Part 3)

The bright moon, stars, candlelight and all kinds of colorful reflections are on the calm lake surface, and the golden-tailed carp unique to Sun Moon Lake can be vaguely seen in the water.

Legend has it that the Sun Moon Lake was formed from a tear of a fairy, and the carp was imbued with this fairy spirit, so it has a golden tail.

However, in Wei Changtian's opinion, such stories are pure nonsense even in the world of cultivation.

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

As for why the golden-tailed carp appeared? Obviously, isn't this a biological mutation? As a time traveler, Wei Changtian is still used to using modern scientific thinking to explain some natural phenomena, and in most cases he can indeed explain them clearly.

But some things are definitely beyond the purview of scientific greats like Einstein or Darwin.

For example, the seemingly invisible but actually tangible internal force, the star scabbard with "space folding technology", the mother-and-child jade that seems to be quantum communication, and the current scene.

“Plop, plop!”

The originally calm lake water suddenly began to ripple. Dozens of carps jumped out of the water, their waving golden tails bringing up a cloud of water droplets, as if they were celebrating something.

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

"Golden carp leaps over the dragon gate! This poem actually won the approval of more than ten golden carps!"

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

"Only wild birds accompany me, their cries kill the mulberry pickers. This sentence is really excellent!"

"Look, even Su Sheng nodded!"

“.”

As more than a dozen carps jumped out of the water and fell back down, there was a burst of discussion inside and outside the Sun Moon Lake, and the words were full of praise and envy.

However, Wei Changtian was stunned when he heard it.

What the hell?

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

Are you kidding me? But judging by the timing of the golden-tailed carps' leaps and the direction of their tails, it certainly seemed to be the case. Amazing!

Wei Changtian was speechless for a moment, and recalled the poem in his mind.

In the spring of the thirty-sixth year, I went fishing in the autumn river. The only birds accompanying me were wild birds, which cried and killed the mulberry pickers.

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

As for the meaning, I don't understand it at all!

My goodness, my cultural accomplishment is not even as good as a few fish?! Looking at the scholars and writers who were discussing enthusiastically and Su Wu who was nodding with a smile, Wei Changtian felt like an outsider who didn't fit in.

By the way, is this poem really that good?

"Hahaha, how dare you bring out such a poem and make a fool of yourself, and even caused the golden carp to leap for it?!"

Suddenly, a young man in a black robe slowly stood up and laughed loudly amid countless surprised gazes: "The Daning Poetry World, it looks like nothing more than this!"

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

Dragon Raising its Head, Qixi Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Stopping Floods, Praying for Rain. All poetry gatherings, regardless of their size, must have a major theme, and in order to increase the difficulty, some more detailed sub-themes are often set up.

The main theme of the Chunlong Poetry Festival is naturally "Spring", and the sub-theme that the man named Zhang just drew is "Sorrow".

With "Spring Melancholy" as the theme, a poem was written in the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.

In the spring of the thirty-sixth year, I went fishing in the autumn river. The only birds accompanying me were wild birds, which cried and killed the mulberry pickers.

Although Wei Changtian did not understand the meaning of this poem, since it could inspire the golden carps to leap for the top spot, it showed that it was well-written. Even if it could not win the championship tonight, it should still be considered a masterpiece.

However, someone actually made such sarcastic remarks, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

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

"I don't know. I've never seen him before, but I think he has a grudge against Brother Zhang."

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

"this"

“.”

If the man in black robe had just said that the poem just now was not good, no one would be too surprised.

After all, it is normal for intellectuals to have some conflicts and even hatred among each other, and it is not uncommon for them to ridicule their enemies in public.

But what did that sentence "Daning poetry world is just like this" mean? This simple sentence directly offended everyone present.

In addition to being angry, everyone also understood one thing:

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

“.”

The evening breeze ripples, swaying the thousands of lanterns on the lake.

“Crash!”

The boat shook violently a few times. The man surnamed Zhang looked at the man in black robe angrily, stepped to the bow and shouted: "Who are you?!"

"How dare you come to my Daning poetry gathering and speak nonsense? You are as ridiculous as a clown!"

"My poem may not be the best. If you think it is so bad, why not write a better one?"

"Otherwise, don't try to attract attention here!"

Want to show off? Sure, but you have to be able to show off first!

If not, get out of here!

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These words were spoken with such righteousness that many people secretly felt refreshed.

However, the man in black robe did not care. He just glanced at the man surnamed Zhang, and then jumped into the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

He proudly looked around at the dozens of boats with his hands behind his back, his gaze lingered on Su Wu for a few seconds, and then he actually started to recite: "Spring is deep and there is nowhere to go, the willow banks are bleak and bright."

"In the rainy night, tears fall before the lamp, and the sound of horns and drums lasts all night long."

“.”

The pronunciation is clear and full of energy.

After the last line was finished, “Wow!”

Dozens of ripples appeared on the lake surface, and then countless golden-tailed carps jumped out one after another, throwing up pieces of silver beads in the air.

"What?!"

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

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

Although I don't want to admit it, this poem is indeed better.

However, the better the 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 here to cause trouble.

And they are going to destroy the entire Daning poetry scene! How can this be tolerated?! Some people clenched their fists, some cast their eyes towards Su Wu who was sitting quietly beside them, and some people started to curse loudly.

"You rascal! Don't think you can look down on others just because you wrote a poem by chance! If you have the ability, come and compete with me again!"

"Humph! Maybe this poem was written in advance, and it just happened to hit the topic!"

"Youngster who doesn't even dare to say his name, don't be too arrogant!"

“.”

In the lake and on the lakeshore, countless voices of rebuke and abuse suddenly merged into one, overwhelming and heading straight for the pavilion.

In the face of all this, the latter remained unmoved, with a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth.

People who often quarrel know that people who don’t talk are the most difficult to deal with. The more you scold them, the more angry and frustrated you appear.

So after more than ten breaths, the torrent of cursing finally stopped.

“.”

The black-robed man then shook his head slightly and said calmly, "Da Li, Kuixing Academy, Shen Ran."

"I have come here specially to ask the poet of Daning for advice on poetry."

Shen Ran?

After hearing this, everyone looked confused. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't remember where this person came from in the Dali literary world.

Only Wei Changtian, who had been watching the fun, now showed an expression of great astonishment.

The reason why he was surprised was certainly not because of the collective sense of honor of the people of Daning, but because [10: Dali Dynasty, Kuixing Academy Outer Court Disciple, Shen Ran]

(End of this chapter)