Ye Tian's recitation of this poem astonished everyone present!
Zhuge Yanyu's expression became noticeably serious, his brows furrowing. He muttered to himself, "Since ancient times, autumn has been associated with sorrow and desolation, but I say that autumn days surpass even spring mornings."
"Such an idea is indeed quite unusual and audacious. 'A crane soars into the clear sky, its flight inspiring poetic thoughts that reach the azure heavens.' These two lines, though simple, are imbued with a unique sentiment, revealing a lofty vision. Although autumn is mentioned, there is not a trace of sadness or desolation. Instead, it presents a vibrant and flourishing scene. Most importantly, the scenery perfectly matches the characteristics of autumn."
"Not bad, this poem is not bad," Zhuge Yanyu murmured to himself.
Defeating a boss requires a single, decisive blow; methods like grinding for experience or drawing aggro don't align with Ye Tian's philosophy. Since Zhuge Yanyu is just spouting nonsense, he needs a direct approach.
"How is it? What do you think of this poem?" Ye Tian asked.
Zhuge Yanyu's expression was complicated as he coldly said, "Although you are shameless, we scholars would never mislead others because of our own actions. A poem is good, and a poem is bad. Your poem is not bad."
"It's more than just good."
Chen Zhang sighed deeply, “If we disregard the artistic conception, this poem can only be described as an excellent work. But if we place it among poems about autumn, it becomes unique and distinctive.”
"It is truly a pity that you do not go to the Ten Mile Pavilion to sit and discuss the Dao with others."
Old Chen is so clueless. Ye Tian is already so amazing. Why bother personally going to discuss things with him? Just let the villains lead the missions and grind experience points.
Ye Tian shook his head and said, "Academician Chen, it's not fair for me to go to the Ten-Mile Pavilion with my poetry skills. Since Zhuge Yanyu has doubts about my poetry skills, then let him lead my poems to the Ten-Mile Pavilion."
"Very well, I'll take my leave now. I, Zhuge, would like to see if you can make all the talented scholars feel ashamed and dare not compose a poem with just one poem." Zhuge Yanyu clasped his hands and left.
Innocent.
How could Ye Tian's chosen poems be anything less than excellent? They are supported by five thousand years of magnificent Chinese culture. Let alone a mere ten-mile pavilion, even a poetry contest spanning ten thousand miles would not be a loss for him.
Zhuge Yanyu's trip was merely to give Ye Tian a title and create more tools for him.
Chen Zhang smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, Zhuge Yanyu is of upright character. However, her personality is a bit too sharp, so please forgive her."
Ye Tian, of course, wouldn't be so petty, and laughed, "It's alright."
Sooner or later we'll all be family, all his employees, so why bother getting angry with these people?
Chen Zhang was delighted and quickly said that Ye Tian was generous and that he would take Ye Tian to continue the tour.
What he didn't know was that Ye Tian wasn't magnanimous. He was just a heartless capitalist who tolerated his employees; he had already exploited Zhuge Yanyu for her remaining value, so why should he be angry anymore?
Chen Zhang led Ye Tian on a tour, introducing him to the area around the Ten-Mile Pavilion. There was a lake there; as they walked, they could hear gurgling sounds, and if they listened carefully, they could almost hear the murmur of dew on the lakebed.
The rather eerie appearance puzzled Ye Tian, who asked Chen Zhangru, "How could such a strange and gloomy place appear in the righteous academy of the Confucian school?"
Chen Zhang then explained to Ye Tian.
The saying goes, "The darkest place is under the lamp." Where there is righteousness, there is also filth. Evil resides here. For generations, the Imperial Academy has suppressed this lake. It is said that a great demon of evil dwells within, capable of influencing people's minds.
Ye Tian looked closely and indeed, the lake surface that had just been crystal clear had suddenly turned into a murky, muddy swamp if one stared intently.
"Fellow Daoist, please don't keep staring at the lake," Chen Zhang exclaimed in surprise.
While Ye Tian was still wondering, he found himself trapped in a muddy swamp. Not his physical body, but his three souls and vital energy.
It's as if they've entered the cycle of reincarnation.
After crossing an incredibly eerie bridge, Ye Tian entered a place. Ox-Head and Horse-Face stood before him, pulling chains, while Yama, the King of Hell, surveyed the surroundings with unparalleled majesty, his judges wielding bronze books and iron pens. Banners were planted in the ground.
"Ye Tian of the Ruthless Sect of the Cloud Mist Mountains. His lifespan has ended, and he has been banished from the mortal realm to become a ghost in the underworld. Why do you not kneel before me, the King of Hell?"
The King of Hell's body was as vast as the heavens and the earth. Before him, Ye Tian felt incredibly small, like an ant.
Ox-Head and Horse-Face were also swinging their chains.
Countless little demons seemed to be making a noisy commotion. Ye Tian felt his body floating around, almost as if his mind had been bewitched, and he was extremely drowsy.
They were about to bend their knees and kneel down in front of the hall.
King Yama smiled, and the judge was about to put down his pen; it seemed Ye Tian was truly about to be taken to the underworld, becoming a wandering ghost, and dying a miserable death.
"Fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist!"
The two voices sounded like sacred chants, almost like the very essence of the Great Dao.
Ye Tian felt as if struck on the head, instantly snapping him back to reality. Opening his eyes again, he saw no trace of Yama, the King of Hell, or the ox-headed and horse-faced demons; only skeletons and bones remained. They crumbled to dust in the blink of an eye.
"Heh heh, kid. You have a secret." At that moment, a shrill voice rang out.
A red rope rushed towards Ye Tian, seemingly trying to bind him and drag him into the darkness at the end of the bridge ahead.
Ye Tian suddenly felt his hair stand on end.
I woke up again with a start.
But the lake surface was crystal clear and extremely clean, without a trace of dust.
Could it be that everything just now was an illusion? But looking at my wrist again, there really was a red string.
"Fellow Daoist, are you still safe and sound?" Chen Zhang asked worriedly.
Ye Tian was deeply disturbed. There must be some ghostly or demonic creature in the lake, trying to lure him with words. Perhaps it was trying to possess his body. If Chen Zhang hadn't delivered the final blow, Ye Tian would certainly be in trouble now.
However, looking at the red string on his wrist, it proved that this evil spirit was definitely not done yet, and there would probably be a series of follow-up moves.
Moreover, this demon claims to possess a secret.
Are you talking about the system on my body? Could it be that even the slacking-off system can detect this evil thing?
Chen Zhang also broke out in a cold sweat and said, "This lake is the Confucian and Taoist Suppressing Evil Lake. In the beginning, the sages cultivated themselves here and suppressed all the evil thoughts and desires in their bodies."
"Later, many demonic masters were suppressed here. Like raising poisonous insects, the Confucian and Taoist Evil-Suppressing Lake has been calm and peaceful for many years. I don't know why it suddenly attacked you today."
It must be because of the system or other treasures on his body.
Ye Tian was almost certain that otherwise, he wouldn't have attacked so many Confucian scholars. The fact that he specifically targeted him meant he had his eye on his physical body.
Ye Tian snorted coldly, "They even dare to mess with unscrupulous capitalists."
The red string on his wrist had to be cut off. Ye Tian used his spiritual energy to create a blade, easily severing it as soft as cotton.
It's not that simple.
“Fellow Daoist, you have been invaded by demons, so you must not be careless. Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll take you to our Confucian Haoran Tower for a baptism. No matter how reckless the demons are, they will never dare to attack you. However, how many floors you can climb will depend on your abilities.”
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