"Old Chen, he'll definitely figure it out."
Lin Qingzhu whispered.
Lin Qingzhu had already witnessed Ye Qiu's extraordinary talent.
"Shh, don't disturb him," Old Chen gestured for silence.
Ye Qiu had already opened his eyes at this moment.
"You've figured it out?" Old Chen asked hurriedly.
"Yes, I'll read it to you." Ye Qiu smiled as he recited the famous poem that had been passed down through the ages in the Great Xia Dynasty:
"The white waves of Dongting Lake are sparse with leaves, and swallows and wild geese begin to fly into the clouds over Wu."
Wu Yunhan, Yan Hongku.
The wind howls and sands linger on the banks of the Xiang River; a righteous man grieves for autumn, his tears falling like rain.
The sun shines brightly on the heart of the sky; its light illuminates the path to serving a wise ruler.
The brave warriors are filled with righteous indignation, and their heroic spirit is born.
"If only I had a sword that could reach the heavens, I could cross the sea and slay the giant whale."
After the poem was finished, not only was Old Chen stunned, but Lin Qingzhu was also dumbfounded.
"This poem is full of heroic spirit, which makes people's blood boil. It also contains the meaning of noble character and integrity. It is about not associating with the scoundrels and wanting to take up the sword of heaven and cross the sea to slay the whale. It should refer to the desire to serve the country and do great things. Is my understanding correct?"
Old Chen stared intently at Ye Qiu, somewhat moved.
“Yes.” Ye Qiu said, “Everyone’s interpretation of poetry is different, but Lao Chen, your interpretation is quite accurate.”
"Haha, good, good!" Old Chen said excitedly, "Ye Qiu, you truly deserve to be called the champion of both literature and martial arts in Tongcheng. I admire you very much."
"How about this, you become my disciple, and I will impart all my swordsmanship to you, what do you say?"
"Don't be like that." Ye Qiu glared at Old Chen: "I'm reciting poetry to you, and you still want to take advantage of me? That's a bit unethical."
"Ahem, Ye Qiu, think about it carefully. Although I, Old Chen, am now guarding the library, back in the day, I once roamed the world with my sword, sweeping away all enemies with my three-foot-long blade," Old Chen said with a smile.
“I can attest to that; Elder Chen was indeed once renowned throughout the land,” Lin Qingzhu said with a smile.
“That won’t work either.” Ye Qiu said, “Old Chen, I see you’re quite interested in poetry. How about this: you teach me swordsmanship, and I’ll teach you poetry. We can become close friends despite our age difference and be each other’s teachers. What do you say?”
"Go away, you brat! Don't even think about taking advantage of me. Get out of here on the second floor, or the third floor if you want." Old Chen waved his hand impatiently.
"Hey, didn't you just say that if I wrote another poem for you, you would grant me a great fortune? Does that mean it doesn't count anymore?"
Old Chen raised an eyebrow: "Letting you go up to the third floor, isn't that a great fortune?"
"Damn, Lao Chen, you really are unreliable."
Ye Qiu was frustrated, feeling like he had been tricked.
"Alright, alright, let's go up to the third floor. Thank you, Senior Chen. I'll take him up first," Lin Qingzhu said with a smile.
"Go ahead, go ahead."
Old Chen waved his hand.
...
A moment later, Lin Qingzhu and Ye Qiu went up to the second floor.
Ye Qiu carefully examined the items on the second floor. The items on the second floor were indeed much more advanced than those on the first floor, but Ye Qiu still couldn't muster any interest.
While Ye Qiu was looking at the items on the second floor, Lin Qingzhu kept glancing at him, sometimes without even blinking.
Feeling a little embarrassed by her gaze, Ye Qiu couldn't help but ask, "Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"
"I'm just curious, how exactly does your brain work? How can you compose such amazing poems in such a short time?"
Lin Qingzhu's beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration.
Indeed, the Holy Maiden of the Supreme Temple was completely captivated by Ye Qiu's talent.
Ye Qiu glanced at Lin Qingzhu and then chuckled softly, "Actually, these poems are all copied by me, not written by me."
"Here we go again." Lin Qingzhu rolled her eyes at Ye Qiu: "I dare say that throughout history, although many great figures have emerged in the literary world, none of them have reached your level. Moreover, your poems are unique and definitely not plagiarized. Apart from you, no one in the Tianxing Realm can write such poems. I am very certain of that."
"I stole these poems from my dreams," Ye Qiu said.
"Pah, nonsense." Lin Qingzhu said, "Even if you stole it from your dream, it's still something you created. Heh, you're like an immortal, and an immortal is you."
"Good licking. I didn't expect Saintess Qingzhu's licking skills to be so amazing. Do those men who like you know about this?" Ye Qiu joked.
"Oh my god, are you trying to kill me?" Lin Qingzhu shyly punched Ye Qiu's chest and said in a coquettish voice, "I'm only like this with you, okay?"
"So, you only lick me?"
"Yeah, uh, no, that's not right." Lin Qingzhu suddenly realized: "You damn Ye Qiu, you set me up."
"Yes, there is that, it's safer, right?"
"Huh?" Lin Qingzhu felt like her head was spinning a bit.
By the time she came to her senses, Ye Qiu was already heading towards the third floor.
"You bastard, stop right there! I'm going to beat you to death today!"
Lin Qingzhu took off after Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu couldn't help but laugh and pretended to run away.
But after running only two steps, Ye Qiu suddenly turned around.
Lin Qingzhu was caught off guard and bumped into Ye Qiu's arms.
To be precise, it wasn't in his arms.
Because Ye Qiu was standing on the higher part of the stairs, while Lin Qingzhu was one step lower.
So Lin Qingzhu's head was buried in Ye Qiu's...
In an instant, both of them froze.
Ye Qiu hadn't expected such a coincidence; he really hadn't planned for it to happen this way.
After regaining her senses, Lin Qingzhu screamed and hurriedly pushed Ye Qiu away: "You bastard."
"This was truly an accident, a real mishap." Ye Qiu smiled wryly, "I never expected it to turn out like this."
I hate you.
Lin Qingzhu pouted, looking pitiful like a saint.
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