"Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist." Just as Ye Tian was looking forward to a wonderful life in the future, he was suddenly interrupted by Chen Zhang's voice.
"What's wrong?" Ye Tian immediately became somewhat dissatisfied.
"Not far ahead is our academy's Ten-Mile Pavilion. Talented scholars and beautiful ladies often compose poems and couplets there. I was quite amazed by the impromptu poem you composed last time, fellow Daoist. Perhaps we could visit the Ten-Mile Pavilion and carry on this tradition," Chen Zhang introduced with a smile.
"I'm not going," Ye Tian refused decisively.
"Oh? With your talent, it would be a shame not to go," Chen Zhang said regretfully.
Ye Tian didn't feel any regret. What a lousy place it was to go to the Ten-Mile Pavilion. It was full of unknown, talentless, and unskilled poets reciting poems. They would finally manage to dominate the scene and engage in heated debates.
You might expend all your energy and only manage to have one or two lines passed down. It takes gradual accumulation to gain fame.
This is something a newcomer to the literary world could try. But what is Ye Tian's identity? A ruthless and heartless capitalist, a scholar who completed nine years of compulsory education. The ultimate plagiarist.
In any work of art, he'd be a behind-the-scenes boss. How could he possibly be a lowly henchman in a mere academy, grinding experience points on those weak monsters?
What is Chen Zhang thinking? I just thought Old Chen was someone I could get along with, but now it seems I really need to wait and see; it's not certain we can.
Sending myself to the newbie zone to show off, slap people in the face, and pretend to be weak while actually being strong—that's not something I should be doing. Even if everyone is amazed, so what if I slap the villain in the face?
The true masters are those who casually compose a couple of poems behind the scenes, and yet they have deans from all walks of life eagerly reading them, and the entire academy buzzing with excitement. They leave the lower-ranking members sighing in awe, unable to compare.
As for being belittled and questioned in a sea of people? That's a joke; Ye Tian would never do something so shameful.
"Since you don't want to go, then forget it. We'll take a detour." Chen Zhang looked at the pavilion not far ahead and sighed softly with some regret.
Ye Tian certainly wouldn't just give up so easily. What? It wasn't that he didn't want to go, but he didn't want to grind through levels like ordinary people; he wanted to reach the top in one go.
Old Chen is a bit simple-minded and doesn't know how to use the power he wields as an academician of the academy to help himself become a big shot as quickly as possible.
Ye Tiande reminded him.
After clearing his throat, Ye Tian said, "Academician Chen, it's not that I don't want to go to the Ten-Mile Pavilion. It's just that the literary scene here is nowhere near my level. If I go, it will only cause a stir. I've never sought fame or fortune, and I don't want to compete with them."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhang was greatly surprised and hurriedly said, "So that's how it is! No wonder you have such a high talent for poetry, yet you were unwilling to go to the Ten-Mile Pavilion. It turns out you are of a quiet and humble nature."
"What a joke! I, Zhuge Yanyu, have seen all sorts of people in my life, but I have never seen such a shameless person!" A refined young man, Zhuge Yanyu, walked over, waving a feather fan with an elegant air, and glared coldly at Ye Tian.
"Oh?" Ye Tian smiled. He hadn't originally intended to take the old route of pretending to be weak to deceive others, but since this villain had delivered himself to his doorstep to provide experience, Ye Tian shouldn't blame him for stepping on him to become a big shot.
After all, recruiting workers is a difficult path, so Ye Tian was naturally willing to take a shortcut. He could only pray in his heart for the impetuous and provocative young man who had come over.
Sorry. The young man has hit a brick wall, an impenetrable one.
"You call me shameless? I'm clearly humble and quiet. Where did you get that from?" Ye Tian asked directly, forcing Zhuge Yanyu to say something that would make him look foolish.
really.
Young people just can't stand being provoked.
Zhuge Yanyu snorted coldly and said angrily, "Judging from your attire, Taoist robes and gait, you are clearly a member of the Taoist sect. Instead of counting the days and months in the mountains and writing vulgar Taoist rhymes and songs, you dare to talk about poetry and the great Dao in my academy. You even dare to look down on the poetic talents of my Ten-Mile Pavilion. Do you know what kind of geniuses they are?"
"Oh ho." The moment Zhuge Yanyu opened his mouth, Ye Tian knew he was capable, far superior to Xu Changlin. He was clearly well-informed, immediately mocking the Dao Sect. He even belittled Ye Tian's character and talent, implying he must have read a lot.
Compared to Xu Changlin, that scoundrel who's been corrupted by beauty and wealth, Zhuge Yanyu is just a bit lacking in emotional intelligence.
What a pity.
Ye Tian's favorite people to deal with are those with low emotional intelligence.
"Tell me, how can a scholar who has never been famous at the Ten-Mile Pavilion be considered a genius?" Ye Tian asked.
Zhuge Yanyu snorted coldly and sneered, "Do you know that to enter our Hanlin Academy, one must have studied diligently for decades and obtained the title of Xiucai (a lower-level scholar)? Every one of them has read countless books and writes with divine inspiration. But you are just a Taoist hermit living in the deep mountains and forests. How dare you mock us scholars in the realm of poetry?"
"At most, he only has some knowledge of divination, geomancy, and yin-yang Taoist arts."
A sense of superiority.
Ye Tian sensed a strong sense of superiority from Zhuge Yanyu.
"What a joke! The scholar you praised didn't become famous at the academy, but I have already become famous there," Ye Tian said.
Zhuge Yanyu snorted coldly and said, "Absurd boasting, it is completely unbelievable."
At this time.
Chen Zhang, however, felt indignant on Ye Tian's behalf, because Ye Tian's famous line, "I fear not being crushed to pieces, but only wish to leave behind a pure reputation," had already made him somewhat famous in the academy, which could be considered a form of fame.
But Ye Tian stopped him, laughing, "A hero doesn't dwell on past glories; there's no need to talk about these things anymore."
"I fear not being crushed to pieces, but only wish to leave behind a pure reputation in the world. This is just a casual remark in my life, nothing more."
Ye Tian said with a smile.
"Shameless." Zhuge Yanyu clearly couldn't stand Ye Tian's Versailles and said coldly, "It's just an incomplete couplet. Isn't that what you Taoists are best at? Our academy competes with complete poems."
"What a wonderful poem!" Ye Tian clapped his hands, just waiting for this sentence.
"Since you speak so eloquently, why don't you tell me the topic of the poem for today's Ten-Mile Pavilion? I will compose a poem on the spot, and with just one poem, I can make the entire Ten-Mile Pavilion feel ashamed of itself. Do you believe me?" Ye Tian asked.
"What a joke! You're talking nonsense!" Zhuge Yanyu absolutely refused to believe it.
"Speak then," Ye Tian said coldly.
"Alright. Autumn has passed, and we are at the Ten-Mile Pavilion. To lament the passing of autumn, let's compose an impromptu poem in remembrance of autumn. Can you do it?"
"Although the title of this poem is very restrictive, its idea is unique and must be different from Wanyue's usual melancholy mood when autumn is mentioned."
"There are countless excellent poems in the Ten Mile Pavilion. How did you manage to make everyone feel inferior with just one poem?" Zhuge Yanyu asked coldly.
Ye Tian burst into laughter.
Didn't we have a poem in a past life that perfectly fits all of this?
"Listen carefully," Ye Tian cleared his throat.
"I don't believe you can do it in a flash," Zhuge Yanyu questioned.
"Since ancient times, autumn has been a season of sorrow and desolation!"
"I say autumn is better than spring!"
"A crane soars into the clear sky, parting the clouds."
"It inspires poetic thoughts that soar to the heavens!"
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