When Li Yuanxiu recited the line "When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest; don't let the golden goblet face the moon empty," he was so excited that his whole body trembled.
But then, Li Yuanxiu read the line, "Heaven has endowed me with talents that will surely be put to use; though a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return again." At that moment, Li Yuanxiu's hands couldn't help but tremble.
"Everyone has their own unique talents, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back again. Absolutely amazing, absolutely amazing! That's what poetry is all about!"
Even Li Yuanxiu, a scholar, couldn't help but utter a curse at this moment.
The audience in all the live broadcast rooms and at the scene were all in an uproar and were shocked.
"This poem will be completely deified."
"Ye Qiu, no, he should be called God Ye, he truly deserves that title."
"Shh, be quiet, there's clearly more to come, let's keep listening."
“Master Li, please continue reading.”
The audience was completely focused on the stage, watching Li Yuanxiu continue reading.
Li Yuanxiu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and was about to continue reading when Mosanti couldn't help himself.
"Wait a minute," Mosanti said in a deep voice, "Master Li, I have a question."
"What's your question?" Li Yuanxiu asked.
Mosanti gritted his teeth and said, "This poem is indeed good, but the topic you set is wine. So far, I've only heard the title of this poem, but there's nothing about wine in it. Is this really appropriate?"
Upon hearing Mosanti's accusations, many people at the scene immediately began to loudly criticize him.
"Hey Mo, the poem isn't even finished yet, what's the rush? Are you trying to make yourself look bad and find fault with it?"
"Even if the poem doesn't mention wine at all, Ye Shen still completely outclasses Mosanti and won't accept any rebuttal."
"Mosanti, you've already lost. Now everyone, keep listening, not to hear who won or lost, but to hear Ye Shen's masterpiece."
These are the voices of many people at the scene.
In various live streaming rooms, the barrage of criticism against Mosanti was overwhelming.
Li Yuanxiu gave Mosanti a deep look, a hint of disdain appearing between his brows.
This Mosanti wasn't as clever as he'd imagined.
If one is wise, one should not speak out at this time.
However, since Mosanti was a member of the Tongcheng Academy, Li Yuanxiu had to give the Tongcheng Academy some face.
At that moment, Li Yuanxiu said seriously, "Shall we patiently read through the rest of the content first?"
“Alright, then I’ll trouble Master Li to finish reading quickly, I can’t wait,” Mosanti said through gritted teeth.
"This can't be rushed. Good poems should be savored slowly."
Li Yuanxiu did not indulge Mosanti.
Then, Li Yuanxiu continued reading: "We just read that even if a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will come back again, so I will continue reading."
Let us feast on roasted lamb and slaughtered oxen, and drink three hundred cups of wine in one go.
Master Cen, Master Danqiu, let's drink! Don't stop drinking!
I'd like to sing you a song; please lend me your ear.
..."
Li Yuanxiu's voice began to tremble, and the more he read, the more shocking it became.
He was just as shocked as the other two masters, tens of thousands of audience members at the scene, and hundreds of thousands of people in various live broadcast rooms.
When the last line, "A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold, call the boy to exchange them for fine wine, to dispel with you the sorrows of ages past," fell, the poem "Drinking Song" finally came to an end.
The entire audience erupted in thunderous applause, and countless people were completely captivated by the poem.
Mosanti, who had previously said that the poem had nothing to do with wine, was now deathly pale and trembling as if he were about to lose all his strength.
"Impossible, this is impossible. How could he possibly write such a magnificent and unparalleled poem? This is definitely not his original work."
Mosanti murmured to himself, his face a mixture of resentment, anger, and shock.
Ye Qiu smiled and said without any hesitation, "That's right, I plagiarized this poem. I dreamed of a poet named Li Bai, and he taught me this poem. Are you satisfied now?"
As soon as Ye Qiu spoke, many people burst into laughter.
"That Mozanti really can't accept defeat."
"He said Ye Shen plagiarized, and Ye Shen directly admitted that he plagiarized. Haha, awesome."
"I ask you, in the Great Dragon Dynasty, who could write such a poem that Ye Shen could copy? Who dares to step forward and admit it?"
“Be bold. Not to mention the Great Dragon Dynasty, in the entire Tianxing Realm, there is no one in this world who can write such a poem.”
"If nothing unexpected happens, Mosanti's Dao heart has collapsed. Haha, wasn't this little guy quite arrogant at the beginning?"
Countless taunts overwhelmed Mozanti.
Overwhelmed with rage, Mosanti spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he fainted.
Seeing this, the people from Tongcheng Academy were already embarrassed, and their faces turned even redder, but they had no choice but to ignore Mosanti.
"Go, take that piece of trash Mosanti down here, he's a disgrace."
Chang Wei gritted his teeth, his face contorted with murderous intent.
But his murderous intent wasn't directed at Mosanti, but at Ye Qiu.
"Elder Chang, this boy is indeed not to be allowed to live. He has a prejudice against our Tongcheng Academy. If we keep him, he will pose a great threat to us." Fourth Elder Zhang Zhen's eyes were cold.
"Ye Qiu is now a sure thing to be in the top ten of the literary competition. Once the martial arts competition is over and we enter the finals, I will instruct Luo Qianqiu to kill him," Chang Wei said in a deep voice.
“Okay, if necessary, I suggest we give Luo Qianqiu some hidden weapons... How to win is not important, but we must win.”
"Fourth Elder, there's no need to be too nervous. Ye Qiu's literary talent is extraordinary, but I don't believe his cultivation level is as high as his literary talent. He will surely die in the finals and is destined to never grow up."
...
Soon, the unconscious Mosanti was carried away from the stage.
He was Ye Qiu's opponent, and now that he has fainted and left the arena, it means that Ye Qiu has won this match.
"Alas, what a pity, what a real pity," Xin Qubing sighed.
"Why is Master Xin sighing?" Ye Qiu asked with a smile.
Xin Qubing smiled wryly and said, "I was hoping to hear Young Master Ye compose another poem on the theme of the battlefield, but it seems that I won't be able to now."
“What’s so difficult about that? Although I’ve already won this match, if Master Xin wants to hear it, I can grant your wish right here and now,” Ye Qiu said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Xin Qubing was overjoyed: "Young Master Ye, we are all ears."
"Let me think about it."
Ye Qiu closed his eyes and pondered.
Seeing this, everyone quieted down, afraid of disturbing Ye Qiu.
A moment later, Ye Qiu thought of "Liangzhou Ci" and suddenly opened his eyes: "I've got it."
Upon hearing the names of these two people, everyone's spirits lifted.
Wang Xiaocao hurriedly walked to Ye Qiu's side, handed him the microphone, and said gently, "Here, use my microphone to read it out directly. Your microphone is a bit too quiet."
"Okay." Ye Qiu took the microphone, took a deep breath, and slowly spoke in his magnetic voice:
"Fine wine in a luminous cup, I long to drink, but the pipa urges me on."
Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles?
Clang.
The moment Xin Qubing heard Ye Qiu finish reading, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.
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