However, when Qingyao thought that these three people had actually slipped away right under her nose, a black line flashed across her forehead.

This was an opportunity to become a disciple of a four-star poet, something that countless people dreamed of, but in the end, these three people just left like that.

But I think it’s other people’s freedom to become a disciple or not. Since he’s leaving, I’ll give the spot to someone else.

Qingyao determined that the ten people with the highest scores had passed the test, and those who had not passed left dejectedly.

Qingyao brought these 10 people to a villa that looked very elegant.

At this moment, an old man with a kind face and half white hair was sitting on a sofa, holding a volume of exquisite poetry in his hand.

"The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams."

"This poem is so wonderful. It's worthy of being a six-star poet. It's really beyond our reach." Old man Kame said with a sigh.

Only then did he turn his attention to Qingyao and his group.

"Xiaoyao, are these the people you have selected?" old man Kame asked with a smile.

After hearing this, Qingyao nodded and said, "Yes, teacher, I picked these people out of ten."

"Well, then show me the poems they wrote before."

Hearing the teacher's words, Qingyao respectfully handed the manuscript in her hand to old man Kam.

Old man Kame had a deep look in his eyes. He glanced at the first poem in his hand and shook his head helplessly.

Then he picked up the second copy, glanced at it, and put the manuscript down again.

At this moment, old man Cam's eyes were full of disappointment, but he had already thought of this.

Because the disciple he wanted to find had to be at least one star. Although one star was not high, it was still one in ten thousand.

After reading seven copies in a row, old man Cam shook his head in disappointment.

When he saw the last draft of the poem, old man Kameh's eyes lit up instantly.

"The sky is filled with stars, and a vague call suddenly rings in my ears."

…

“I waved and walked forward with a smile.”

Old man Kame recited the poem softly, shaking his head and nodding from time to time.

After about two minutes, Elder Kame smiled and asked, "Who is the eldest grandson, Yawei?"

After hearing this, Changsun Yawei was very excited, but she behaved very quietly.

She slowly stepped forward and bowed to old man Kamei: "Hello, Master Kamei, I am the eldest grandson Yawei."

Seeing that the girl in front of him was so polite, old man Kame nodded approvingly: "Your poem is good, it has reached the level of one star."

After hearing the praise from old man Kameh, the eldest grandson Yawei was very happy.

"However, the meaning of your poem is too superficial and is more inclined towards emotional narrative. You should give it more meaning."

“Poetry is the carrier of mystery, and mystery is the core of poetry.”

After hearing old man Kame's analysis, the eldest grandson Yawei suddenly realized.

She bowed deeply and said with gratitude, "Thank you, Master Kame."

Elder Kame waved his hand and smiled, "You have passed my assessment. From now on, you will be my third disciple."

After hearing this, almost everyone present showed envious looks.

By becoming a disciple of Elder Kame, one's identity and status can be greatly improved, which is definitely a step toward heaven for ordinary people.

At this time, Qingyao seemed to have thought of something, and then she came to the front of Elder Kame and said respectfully: "Teacher, three people just left."

After hearing this, old man Kame frowned, his eyes full of confusion.

Aren’t people coming here to pay homage to the coach?

But the lack of a few people is of no importance to him.

"Just leave if you want to. Becoming my disciple is a matter of mutual consent." Old man Kameh said with a smile.

"But…"

Seeing Qingyao's hesitation, Elder Kame asked in confusion: "Qingyao, if you have any questions, just ask."

"That's right, teacher. The poems of these three people are all very excellent, especially that short poem. Even I, your disciple, cannot understand it." Qingyao said with some admiration.

After hearing this, old man Kame instantly became energetic.

"Qingyao, show me those three poems." Old man Kame said with some anticipation.

Qingyao quickly handed the three drafts of poems to old man Kame.

He read the first two poems carefully for a while.

At this moment, there was a trace of admiration in the eyes of old man Kame: "The poems of the Daughter of Light are like the shining of holy light, and the poems of the Daughter of Darkness are like the hunting of the god of death. Both poems have reached the level of two stars. The Daughter of Light and the Daughter of Darkness are obviously their pen names."

After saying this, old man Cam began to read the last poem.

When he first saw the scribbled words, there was some disdain in old man Kame's eyes.

But after reading this poem, old man Kame was deeply shocked.

“The heart is like a double silk net, with thousands of knots in it!”

Old man Carme's heart was beating wildly.

After calming down a little, old man Kame began to ponder the poem carefully.

Qingyao was also shocked to see her teacher's inappropriate expression.

She had felt that this game was not simple before. Seeing the teacher's expression, Qingyao was sure that this poem of only 10 words was very extraordinary.

The more old man Kame thought about it, the more he was attracted by the mystery contained in this poem.

He could vaguely feel that this short cross contained many mysteries.

But he could only comprehend a little bit. Came believed that different people would comprehend different mysteries in this poem.

"Qingyao, send someone to find this master of Shenxiu. Remember, you must be respectful! Don't offend him." Old man Kame said seriously.

After hearing this, Qingyao was stunned.

Sir? Her teacher actually called him Sir, which was unprecedented in her opinion.

She had long guessed that this Lord Shenxiu was no simple person, but she had not expected that the cross poem of this Lord Shenxiu would make his teacher lose his composure like this.

Could it be that this Lord Shenxiu is the miraculous reappearance of the famous six-star poet?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Qingyao shook her head with amusement.

Qingyao quickly dispatched her professional staff to look for the three people.

…

At this moment, the three of them had already returned to Villa A166.

In the villa living room...

Qi Ji, La Wei and Miti were all sitting on the sofa, and the holographic TV in the living room had been turned on by Miti.

Mitiko remembered that her brother asked her to take a closer look at the hot topics that had happened recently.

"By the way, Wei'er and Di'er, go register on Jingjie.com and publish your poems."

"I just read your poems. They're not bad. They're just barely up to the level I wrote when I graduated from elementary school. One star is definitely fine."

After hearing this, Ravi and Miti were both shocked.

When they finished writing the poem, they all thought that they had written it very poorly and that they had written it just for fun.

Now their brother actually told them that both of their poems could reach star level.

This news was really unbelievable to them.