"Greetings, Mr. Shui Jing!"

Upon entering the academy, many students greeted him.

Lu Li's gaze swept over them; the students were neatly dressed, their clothes were clean, and they were full of energy.

Among these students, the man standing at the front was about twenty years old, handsome, with a heroic air about him. He stood ramrod straight, his gaze firm, as if he could see through everything.

"Sir, you've finally arrived!"

Sima Hui nodded and said to him, "Zhicai, it's been a long time. You've become even more mature and composed."

Lu Li was startled. Zhi Cai? Could this person be Xi Zhong, Xi Zhi Cai?

"Sir, you flatter me. I am unworthy of such praise," Xi Zhicai said respectfully, cupping his hands in greeting. He then gestured and said, "Please, sir."

At this moment, Xi Zhong noticed Lu Li behind Sima Hui and asked in surprise, "Sir, who is this?"

Lu Li cupped his hands and said, "My name is Lu Li, Lu Xunzhen!"

"Greetings, Brother Xunzhen!" Xi Zhicai bowed respectfully.

Afterwards, everyone went to the school.

The school was filled with students, who gathered in small groups, discussing something enthusiastically.

"Oh, Mr. Mizukami is here!"

The students turned around when they heard the voice, saw Sima Hui, and bowed, calling him "Teacher".

Sima Hui nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. He had taught most of the students here, including Xi Zhicai.

Sima Hui got straight to the point, saying, "Everyone, let me introduce you. This person is my junior brother, Lu Li, Lu Xunzhen!"

"Lu Xunzhen?" The students were in an uproar, all looking at Lu Li and discussing among themselves.

Because they saw that Lu Li was about the same age as them, he was actually Mr. Shui Jing's junior brother.

"Sir, are you sure you're not joking? Is he really your junior brother?" The students asked in a skeptical tone. Lu Li was just too young; they had never seen such a young teacher before.

"What? Would I lie to you about matters concerning our sect?" Sima Hui glared at them.

"I wonder what skills Mr. Xunzhen possesses?" a student couldn't help but ask.

This is a question that many people are wondering about.

Lu Xunzhen is so young, how could he possibly become Mr. Shui Jing's junior brother?

Lu Li smiled slightly and asked, "And who are you?"

"My name is Chen Lin, courtesy name Kongzhang," the student said proudly.

Chen Lin is skilled at writing poetry, with her representative work being "Drinking Horse at the Great Wall Cave".

His "Proclamation to Yu Province on Behalf of Yuan Shao" once sent chills down Cao Cao's spine. This man's pen was like a knife, capable of killing without drawing blood.

"May I ask what your expertise is?" Lu Li asked again.

Chen Lin frowned and said, "I have loved reading since I was a child, and I am good at many things. I am proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I am especially skilled in poetry and prose."

Chen Lin is indeed very talented, but he has a flaw: he loves to show off too much.

Lu Li smiled slightly and said, "In that case, how about we compose a poem on the theme of Yingchuan Academy?"

This is an impromptu performance, and it truly tests one's literary knowledge and creativity.

Lu Li's words stirred everyone's interest.

"Haha, interesting! Our Yingchuan Academy is a world-renowned institution of learning, very suitable!" the students said.

Chen Lin lowered her head and fell into deep thought, her expression gradually changing.

At this moment, Lu Li spoke up, saying, "I've made up my mind!"

The students were immediately shocked. How could they have come up with such a solution so quickly?

"I've made a fool of myself!" Lu Li said with a smile.

Lu Li picked up the brush and began to write furiously.

A group of students immediately surrounded him and began to read it aloud, word by word.

"A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who dwell there."

"It is not the depth of the water that matters, but the presence of a dragon that makes it sacred."

"This is a humble abode, but my virtue makes it fragrant."

The short sentence left the students stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

"Good, good... wonderful!" Exclamations of amazement rang out.

The students exclaimed, "This poem is exquisite, absolutely brilliant! A masterpiece I've never seen before!"

Even Chen Lin stared wide-eyed as she walked up to Lu Li, looked at the poem he had written, and murmured, "Mossy steps are green, grass hues enter the curtains, learned scholars converse and laugh, no commoners come and go."

"Great words, great words!"

"This poem is absolutely brilliant!"

The students were full of praise and deep emotion.

The students were thrilled and kept reading until Lu Li finished writing the last stroke.

However, Lu Li made a change in the last paragraph, changing "Zhuge Lu in Nanyang" and "Ziyun Pavilion in Western Shu" to "Shuijing Manor in Nanzhang" and "Ziyun Pavilion in Western Shu".

"What a wonderful place it is, where learned scholars gather and no uncultured person is among the visitors!"

"This poem is truly unparalleled in history and will surely be remembered for eternity."

The students were extremely excited and applauded and cheered.

Lu Li smiled calmly and said modestly, "You flatter me! It's just an ordinary poem, nothing to brag about."

Lu Li's attitude once again surprised the students.

Is this considered normal?

You should know that the poem that Lu Li just wrote, although simple, is extremely insightful in every line. It is a masterpiece worthy of being recorded in history.

A young man in his early twenties could actually create such a masterpiece. It completely overturned their understanding!

"Mr. Xunzhen truly lives up to his reputation as Mr. Shuijing's junior brother," the students exclaimed, their eyes filled with admiration.

Chen Lin looked unwilling, but he knew that he probably couldn't make a poem better than Lu Li's today.

"I concede defeat!" Chen Lin sighed.

Lu Li laughed and said, "You're too kind, sir. Kong Zhang is a man of great talent and wisdom; there's no need to belittle yourself!"

Lu Li also had some appreciation for the character of these students.

Chen Lin gave a bitter smile: "Sir, I am ashamed!"

He originally thought that Lu Li was young and probably didn't have much talent.

But now he knows he was wrong. Lu Xunzhen is not what they thought. On the contrary, he is exceptionally talented in literature, far surpassing him!

"This poem, though exquisite, is nothing special."

Suddenly, a voice rang out, and everyone immediately looked in that direction.

A drunken boy was sitting under the shade of a tree, holding a wine jug in his hand; he was clearly drunk.

Looking over, Lu Li saw that the young man was dressed in brocade robes with long sleeves fluttering and a jade belt around his waist, exuding an air of dashing elegance.

He was very handsome, but he reeked of alcohol, his eyes were glazed, and a wicked smile played on his lips.

"You describe my Yingchuan Academy as a humble abode, then tell me, what place can be considered luxurious?" The young man reclined on the tree trunk, his peach blossom eyes gleaming with an eerie light, staring at Lu Xunzhen with a half-smile.

Lu Li smiled and explained, "It's just a metaphor, and I didn't mean to insult Yingchuan Academy."

The young man, however, showed a disdainful look and snorted, "A metaphor? I think all the students of Yingchuan Academy are mediocre and incompetent."

At this moment, Sima Hui frowned and angrily rebuked, "Fengxiao, stop talking nonsense!"