#60 - Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky?

Everyone frowned.

Was Xu Fengqiu exposed and using a smile to cover up his guilty conscience?

"You all are so zealous, you've made me doubt myself."

Xu Fengqiu did indeed plagiarize.

Being a literary copycat isn't a big deal.

But, has this poem become the late masterpiece of Teacher Cao?

"Heh, you still want to quibble?" Gu Changsheng asked.

Xu Fengqiu ignored him, looked at Old Cao, and asked, "Old Cao, did you say that 'Faintly, like light clouds veiling the moon; lightly, like swirling snow in a returning wind' were written by your esteemed teacher?"

"Indeed," Old Cao nodded.

"Only these two lines were left behind?" Xu Fengqiu asked with a playful smile.

"He only wrote these two lines, and then you took them out, embellished them, and changed them randomly, claiming they were your own. What's the problem with that?"

Xu Fengqiu then smiled, put his hands behind his back, and slowly paced forward: "Faintly, like light clouds veiling the moon; lightly, like swirling snow in a returning wind."

Everyone looked at him in confusion.

Xu Fengqiu's voice came: "From afar, she is radiant like the sun rising with the morning glow; upon closer inspection, she is dazzling like a lotus emerging from clear water."

Hearing this sentence, everyone was stunned.

The Poetry Saint's eyes even lit up slightly.

Xu Fengqiu continued to pace, his voice continuing to come: "Her figure is perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too slender; her shoulders are as if carved, her waist as if bound by white silk. Her slender neck reveals her fair skin, naturally beautiful, untouched by makeup."

Hiss—

Old Cao's expression changed slightly.

Xu Fengqiu walked to Lin Qingzhu, looking at her: "Her gentle demeanor is more charming than words can express."

Then, Xu Fengqiu continued to pace: "Draped in shimmering silk, adorned with jade and precious stones."

Everyone's expression was shocked.

Old Cao's expression became even more unsightly.

Even the Holy Yao Empress was filled with amazement beneath her veil.

Xu Fengqiu continued: "Faintly fragrant like orchids…"

"Stepping on floors perfumed with pepper, walking through meadows fragrant with herbs…"

"Her movements are swift as a startled swan, fleeting like a divine being."

"She treads lightly, her silk stockings stirring up dust."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The Poetry Saint's eyes flickered with shock.

What a 'swift as a startled swan, fleeting like a divine being; she treads lightly, her silk stockings stirring up dust'!

In Lin Qingzhu's beautiful eyes, there was even a hint of admiration.

Although some of Xu Fengqiu's verses were no longer necessarily applicable to her at this moment.

But, how beautiful!

Gu Changsheng's face was extremely unsightly.

And even more unsightly was Old Cao.

Xu Fengqiu's gaze looked at Old Cao: "Her movements are unpredictable, seemingly dangerous yet safe. Her advances and retreats are uncertain, seemingly going yet returning."

"Her eyes sparkle, her face glows with jade-like radiance. She holds back her words, her breath as fragrant as orchids."

Old Cao sat there with his head lowered, his hand holding the teacup trembling slightly.

Xu Fengqiu walked to Old Cao, his gaze fixed on him: "Suddenly, I realize I don't know where to stop, and my spirit is lost in the night, obscured by darkness… Old Cao, could it be that your teacher told me the latter part, but didn't tell you? At that time, I hadn't even been born yet. That's really strange. Or are you saying that the latter part was all randomly changed by me?"

Old Cao lowered his head, his face pale, not daring to look at Xu Fengqiu at all.

Xu Fengqiu then glanced at everyone.

Everyone was stunned in place.

What was this?

A poem with every step?

Each step corresponded to such a beautiful line.

Could it be that Xu Fengqiu was improvising such a beautiful poem with every step he took?

This??

Was this still human?

In short, everyone seemed to know that this could never have been written by Old Cao's teacher.

Because Xu Fengqiu, in just a moment, used the most unbreakable method to prove that "Faintly, like light clouds veiling the moon; lightly, like swirling snow in a returning wind" was not written by Zhou Wenshu, as Old Cao said.

Xu Fengqiu then looked at Lin Qingzhu and said, "There is another poem after that one."

"Ah…" Lin Qingzhu was stunned and quickly turned the paper over.

Xu Fengqiu cupped his fist towards the Holy Yao Empress: "This poem is dedicated to Her Majesty the Empress."

The Holy Yao Empress was stunned.

Lin Qingzhu's red lips parted slightly, and she recited: "Her face is like a flower, her clothes like clouds; the spring breeze caresses the railing, the dew is thick."

Her expression was slightly shocked.

"If not for meeting her on the Jade Mountain…"

"I would meet her under the moon on the Yao Terrace…"

Wow—

Everyone once again showed a shocked expression.

"This… this this this…"

"He actually created two such shocking works in the time it takes an incense stick to burn? It's simply too shocking."

"Judging from Xu Shaozhu's poem with every step just now, this seems to be reasonable!"

"Under the heavens, there is actually such a talented person, this?"

"…"

They looked at Xu Fengqiu in disbelief.

Li Mufeng and Gu Changsheng's faces were ashen.

How was it possible, how was it possible!

The Holy Yao Empress seemed to still be immersed in the artistic conception of the poem just now.

She came back to her senses and looked at Xu Fengqiu: "Young Master Xu is very talented, which broaden this Empress's horizon. This poem, to this Empress herself, is the most beloved one in recent years. What a 'Her face is like a flower, her clothes like clouds; the spring breeze caresses the railing, the dew is thick', what a 'If not for meeting her on the Jade Mountain, I would meet her under the moon on the Yao Terrace'! This Empress admires it!"

The Poetry Saint's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Xu Fengqiu with light in his eyes.

This kid…

This kid!!

He was simply shocked by him!

Xu Fengqiu cupped his fist towards the Holy Yao Empress, then looked at Old Cao: "Old Cao, do you still say that those two lines just now were written by your teacher?"

Old Cao lowered his head, his eyes widened slightly, and his body trembled slightly.

His lips moved, but he didn't dare to say a word.

"That's good!"

Xu Fengqiu reached out to a jar of unopened wine on the stage, and the wine jar flew into his hand.

Xu Fengqiu raised his head and took two hearty drinks.

"Bring me a brush!"

Lin Qingzhu took the initiative to hand Xu Fengqiu a brush.

"Bring me paper!"

A talented scholar handed over paper.

"Not long enough!"

"This old man has it!" After the Poetry Saint finished speaking, he waved his hand.

A roll of paper tens of meters long and more than one meter wide was opened and stood in the air more than one meter high.

Xu Fengqiu took another sip of wine, then waved his brush at the paper roll standing in the air.

"Do you not see, the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing into the sea, never to return!"

Damn!

Everyone gathered around.

Xu Fengqiu's first sentence was like a punch hitting their hearts hard.

This?

While writing, Xu Fengqiu said heroically: "Do you not see, in the high hall, the bright mirror grieves over white hair, as black silk turns to snow in the morning and evening!"

The Poetry Saint took two steps forward, looking at the poem in shock.

"This…"

Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Old Cao sat not far away, subconsciously looking up.

"When life is fulfilling, one must indulge in joy."

After writing, Xu Fengqiu raised his head and drank all the wine in the wine jar, then threw it out: "Do not let the golden cup face the moon empty."

Rumble—

At the same time.

Outside the main hall, the void was entangled with lightning.

In the clouds of the night, there seemed to be a phantom of a divine dragon tumbling.

Xu Fengqiu's hair and clothes were dancing wildly.

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"This!!"

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the outside.

"Celestial phenomena, dragon and phoenix auspiciousness! This is… using poetry to enter the Dao?"

"This… gulp! This this this!!"

"I can actually witness such a shocking scene in my lifetime, this?"

"Can this still be fake? This can completely explain that everything is real!"

"…"

And outside, celestial phenomena.

Dragons and phoenixes were tumbling in the clouds.

Shocking the entire Holy Yao Heavenly City.

The night was brightly lit within the city.

And now, the dark void was also flashing with the golden-red light of dragons and phoenixes.

All the common people looked up at this shocking scene.

"Wow! Grandpa, what's going on?"

"Could it be… that Senior Poetry Saint has attained the Supreme Immortal Emperor? This is a celestial phenomenon, dragon and phoenix auspiciousness!"

"How magnificent, how shocking!"

"…"

Xu Fengqiu's ethereal voice resounded from the void.

"Heaven has endowed me with talents; I will find a use for them. Though a thousand gold be scattered, it will come back!"

Wow—

The people of the entire Holy Yao Heavenly City, hearing Xu Fengqiu's poem, were in shock.

"This isn't the Poetry Saint's voice!"

"Let us slaughter sheep and butcher oxen and revel, and drink three hundred cups at a sitting!"

In the poetry gathering, the Poetry Saint looked at Xu Fengqiu in shock.

Gu Changsheng and Li Mufeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Xu Fengqiu threw the brush away and took a jar of wine and threw it to the Poetry Saint: "Senior Poetry Saint."

"Your Majesty the Empress, Senior Zhuge, Senior Wei, Qingzhu…"

Xu Fengqiu threw the wine to them one by one, the corner of his mouth hooked, and he laughed loudly:

"Everyone, bring in the wine, let the cups not stop."

The Poetry Saint caught it: "Hahaha! What a 'bring in the wine, let the cups not stop'!"

Xu Fengqiu opened a jar of wine, raised his head and drank heartily: "I sing you a song, I beg you lend me your ears."

Celestial phenomena, dragon and phoenix auspiciousness, Xu Fengqiu's voice resounded throughout the Holy Yao Heavenly City.

How many people, those who had the conditions, subconsciously raised the wine glasses in their hands.

"Costly delicacies from bells and drums are of small account; I only wish to remain drunk and never sober up."

"The sages of old were all forgotten, only the drinkers have left their names behind."

"Prince Chen threw a feast at Ping Le Hall, a cask of wine cost ten thousand coins, he revelled in his pleasure."

Every sentence was shaking everyone's heart.

Xu Fengqiu: "Why say, Master, that you are short of money? You must buy wine and drink with me."

Xu Fengqiu drank the last sip of wine, then smashed the wine jar, his eyes slightly condensed as he looked at Old Cao.

Old Cao and Xu Fengqiu met each other's eyes, and his whole body trembled.

Xu Fengqiu looked at Old Cao, reciting as he walked over: "Five-flower horse, thousand-gold fur, bid the boy bring them out to exchange for fine wine."

Peng—

Xu Fengqiu propped his hands on the table in front of Old Cao, staring at him, word by word:

"Together with you, we'll dispel…"

"Myriad!"

"Ages!"

"Of sorrow!"

As the last word "sorrow" fell.

Countless lightning bolts exploded.

Thump—

Old Cao trembled all over and fell directly from the stool to the ground.

"Hahahaha!"

Xu Fengqiu laughed loudly.