#59 - This poem is the last work of my teacher, not Xu Fengqiu.
Poet Saint looked intently at Xu Fengqiu.
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"Poet Saint Senior."
Xu Fengqiu clasped his fist.
"Good boy! Good boy! What a Xu Fengqiu, what a man of both literary and martial talent, Xu Fengqiu, whose talent is unmatched in the world!"
Poet Saint said with emotion.
Gu Changsheng shuddered all over.
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Poet Saint Senior?
You don't believe he wrote this himself, do you?
Taking a step back, even if he wrote it himself.
You don't really believe he came up with it impromptu in such a short time, do you?
He is Xu Fengqiu, not Poet Saint!
"A poem that seems to have manifested my beloved who has been gone for many years. With such a poem, in my narrow view, there seems to be one more person who has the opportunity to enter Dao through poetry, a person with unparalleled talent."
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As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
Looking at Xu Fengqiu's eyes, they were both envious and jealous.
But thinking about it, it makes sense.
The two poems that Xu Fengqiu brought out today, including a couplet.
Any one of them would be passed down through the ages.
It's simply stunning.
Did Xu Fengqiu really create this impromptu?
As a dignified Immortal Emperor, with such martial arts talent, how could he also have such talent?
Poet Saint looked at Xu Fengqiu with a serious face and asked: "Young friend Xu Fengqiu, I sincerely want to accept you as a disciple. I wonder what your thoughts are?"
Everyone: ? ? ?
Gu Changsheng: ? ? ?
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"What! Poet Saint Senior wants to accept Young Master Xu as a disciple? This? Shouldn't it be Gu Changsheng?"
"Shhh, from the beginning, Poet Saint Senior was only optimistic about Young Master Gu Changsheng. Everyone did think that Young Master Gu would definitely become Poet Saint's disciple today. That's because before this, among the younger generation of the entire poetry gathering, only Miss Lin's talent could rival Young Master Gu. But now, Young Master Xu's couplet and these two poems are not amazing enough? They far surpass Young Master Gu!"
"I envy you!"
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"What!"
Gu Changsheng looked dumbfounded.
His⦠his identity as Poet Saint's disciple is gone?
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Only he, Gu Changsheng, could become Poet Saint's disciple today.
How could Xu Fengqiu intercept him?
Xu Fengqiu!
Xu Fengqiu!
Ah ah ah ah!
You deserve to die!
Gu Changsheng's face was full of resentment.
No!
"Poet Saint Senior!"
Gu Changsheng couldn't help but stand up.
"Oh? Changsheng ah."
Poet Saint said.
Gu Changsheng pointed at Xu Fengqiu and said:
"Poet Saint Senior, perhaps you have been deceived by Xu Fengqiu. Xu Fengqiu, he has absolutely no such talent. This junior is sure that he is a person who has no interest in poetry. Without interest, where does his talent come from?"
"Oh? Is Brother Gu very familiar with this Emperor?"
Xu Fengqiu asked with a hook on the corner of his mouth.
"Familiarity is not important, what is important is that you, Xu Fengqiu, do not have this talent!"
Gu Changsheng said emotionally, looking at everyone, and said: "Everyone, Xu Fengqiu's couplet is just prepared in advance and has no persuasiveness."
"The poem about the moon and the poem written to Miss Lin were either written by someone else in advance, and he memorized them, or they were plagiarized from others. Everyone should be very clear in their hearts, right?"
Gu Changsheng stared at Xu Fengqiu with condensed eyes:
"Xu Fengqiu, stop pretending. You simply have no talent. Everyone knows it, but everyone is afraid to stand up because of their status. But this young master is not afraid of you. After enduring for so long, this young master sees you taking poems written by others, claiming them as your own, and deceiving Poet Saint Senior. This young master must stand up and expose you!"
"This poetry gathering, such an elegant place, is not a place where you, Xu Fengqiu, can come. Don't forget what heinous things you have done. Can a person like you write such beautiful poems? Hahaha, ridiculous, extremely ridiculous!"
Gu Changsheng couldn't bear it anymore.
If he endures any longer, his identity as Poet Saint's disciple will be gone.
What handle? It doesn't matter anymore!
The crowd looked at each other.
Yes, that's what they thought too.
But they can't say it.
"Young Master Gu, I also said that just now, but you refuted me."
Ji Bochangg said.
Gu Changsheng said: "That's because this young master and Xu Fengqiu can be considered old acquaintances after all. After all, I didn't want to make it clear and leave him some face, but I found that this guy is becoming more and more excessive. As a person who loves poetry and has the integrity of a scholar, my conscience tells this young master that I can no longer turn a blind eye."
Li Mufeng stood up: "Yes, I also agree with what Brother Gu said. I have never heard of Brother Xu liking poetry. Every time I hear about him, he is in seclusion, cultivating, or experiencing. Not to mention poetry, I have never even heard of him playing chess with anyone."
"Taking a step back, assuming that Brother Xu does like poetry, the level of these two poems is really not something he can write. Also, everyone, don't forget, this is impromptu. This young master does not believe that anyone can write such poems impromptu."
After speaking, Li Mufeng looked at Poet Saint again: "Poet Saint Senior, if it were you, this junior would believe it."
Then he looked at Wei Yannian, Zhuge Chen, and Holy Yao Empress: "Seniors, you are also talented people. Perhaps you don't believe it either, or at least you have doubts."
Wei Yannian and the others didn't say anything.
The world is so big, there is no lack of strange things.
Although they really didn't believe it.
But what if?
Who can say for sure?
Li Mufeng looked at Xu Fengqiu again: "Brother Xu, in this poetry gathering, in front of Her Majesty the Empress, Poet Saint Senior, and others, you are still showing yourself with such despicable means. Don't you feel ashamed?"
The crowd exchanged glances.
Indeed.
In fact, they didn't believe that Xu Fengqiu could really write such poems.
Not to mention impromptu.
Xu Fengqiu smiled: "Okay, then this Emperor will say a few words."
"Feel free to speak."
"One-sided words, in such an elegant place, relying entirely on speculation, without any evidence, every sentence is hearsay, never seen. Do you two think this is an elegant thing? This Emperor admits that I didn't write it, then you tell me now, who wrote it?"
"Cough cough."
Cao Lao coughed dryly at this time and stood up.
Everyone looked at Cao Lao.
Cao Lao looked at Xu Fengqiu and asked: "Young friend Xu, 'Faintly like light clouds covering the moon, fluttering like flowing wind returning to snow,' I have seen these two sentences before."
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As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
Even Poet Saint, who had believed in Xu Fengqiu, frowned suddenly.
What?
Lin Qingzhu frowned slightly and looked at Xu Fengqiu.
Could it be that Young Master Xu really copied them all?
Gu Changsheng and Li Mufeng were overjoyed!
As expected!
"What! Cao Lao has seen these two sentences before?"
"Then that is to say, Xu Fengqiu really did copy them! How hateful!"
"Simply despicable, base! It's simply an insult to this elegant place. He simply doesn't take you seniors seriously. It's extremely hateful!"
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Cao Lao glanced at everyone and then said: "When I first saw the two sentences, 'Faintly like light clouds covering the moon, fluttering like flowing wind returning to snow,' I was only a teenager. It was a pearl left behind by my teacher, Zhou Wenshu, the former Literary Saint of the Holy Yao Empire."
"These two sentences have never been circulated, and I have never said them to anyone, because this is my teacher's last work. I have been reluctant to say anything because of Young Friend Xu's identity, until I saw that he actually said that these two sentences were written by him just now. If I don't stand up again, I will be ashamed of my teacher. So Young Friend Xu."
Cao Lao stared at Xu Fengqiu: "I wonder how you learned these two sentences? And why did you say that you wrote them impromptu just now?"
In fact, what Cao Lao said was all false.
He made it up.
He had wanted to stand up for a long time.
And now, Gu Changsheng and Li Mufeng have said it so clearly.
Isn't it just right for him to come out and add fuel to the fire?
Although it is a fictitious matter, in this situation, if he says it is, then it is!
Because he is sure that Xu Fengqiu definitely did not write it himself!
That's it!
As soon as these words came out, everything was revealed.
"Xu Fengqiu, hahaha! It's simply ridiculous! A dignified Immortal Emperor, a dignified Young Master of the Xu family, is actually doing these petty things. It's simply a disgrace to the ten-thousand-year-old imperial clan!"
Gu Changsheng pointed at Xu Fengqiu and said with a sneer.
Awesome awesome!
Let's see what you can do now, Xu Fengqiu!
"Hahaha β β"
Xu Fengqiu laughed loudly.
