Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 354 Blessings from Literature and Tao
Since you feel that the happiness I bring you is a waste of your time.

Then I'll do the opposite!

Make you realize how quickly time flies, and that enjoying the present moment is the key!
Have to admit.

The poems written by these students have some merit, but that's all.

Jiang Chen could easily suppress them completely by using his Soul Searching Technique to retrieve a few lines of poetry!

Not only did they suppress students.

He also wanted to recruit all these great Confucian scholars under his command and use them for his own purposes!
By this time, the Confucian scholars and some other cultivators who wanted to show off in the square had finished answering.

At this time.

Bai Lingtian strolled from the stands to the front row of stone slabs, pointed his fingers like a sword, and began to carve on the slabs:
"Drinking Alone Under the Moon - You Don't See Me"

Tang Dynasty Li Bai

Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea without returning.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will be drinking, not stop drinking.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold, call the boy to exchange them for fine wine, to dispel with you our eternal sorrows.

The poem stopped as the finger fell.

At the same time, the entire square, from top to bottom, was deathly silent.

The nine judges had already stood up at some point.

Many of the great scholars in the square began to tremble.

A poem?

You're telling me this is a poem?!
Mudd!

Many great scholars had tears in their eyes.

Any few lines from this poem, "Bring in the Wine," could be considered timeless masterpieces!

They were filled with hatred at that moment!
I hate that Bai Lingtian doesn't know how to cherish what he has!
Why are all these precious lines of poetry used in the same poem?

If you were to take it apart, how many timeless poems could you create!
Bai Lingtian was breathing heavily. It was just a poem, but when he was writing it, his emotions were surging.

He also felt an indescribable force surging into his body.

At the same time, the defiant and confident sentiment expressed in the poem permeated everyone present.

Dean Lu Ming's whisk fell to the ground with a thud, his white beard trembled violently, and his voice was almost choked with emotion:

"This poem...this poem shall forever uphold Confucianism and Taoism!"

"The line 'The Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return' uses heaven and earth as its inkstone and rivers as its ink, its majestic spirit is unprecedented throughout history!"

"I have studied the Hetu and Luoshu for three hundred years, yet I cannot grasp even half the secrets of this poem!"

An elderly man from a poor family academy beat his chest and wept bitterly, his spiritual energy shattering the scholar's cap on his chest.

"A thousand pieces of gold spent will return again! Hahaha! What a wonderful 'return again'! The ten thousand volumes of frugal wisdom in my old library cannot compare to the exhilaration of these five words!"

The female scholar of Miaocai Academy actually took off her jade crown that bound her hair, letting her black hair flow freely and dance wildly:

"Hair as black as silk in the morning, turned to snow by evening"—can you all see this? Time flies, youth fades quickly.

She suddenly pointed her sword at the heavens, summoning thunderclouds from the nine heavens:

"Hahaha! Today I finally understand what true Confucianism and Taoism are—to be drunk when one should be drunk, and to be wild when one should be wild!"

The judges from Haoran Academy immediately took out Wuliangye liquor and started chugging it straight from the bottle.

"Enjoy life while you can, for tomorrow you may die!" Well said! "Enjoy life while you can, for hell with the future!" I'll cherish the present and enjoy it now!

Enjoy the present!

Who cares about the devastating floods to come!

The Confucian scholar in the square, as well as the viewers watching the live broadcast, were all infected by this emotion.

Those who were drinking immediately pulled out their liquor and drank heartily, while those who didn't drink started smoking, otherwise they couldn't control their emotions.

"Bells and drums, delicacies and jade are not worth treasuring; I only wish to be drunk forever and never wake up!"

"Let's drink, don't stop!"

"Sages and worthies of the past are all forgotten, only drinkers leave their mark! Good heavens, how did he even come up with such a line of poetry!"

"Even I, who knows absolutely nothing about poetry, got excited."

"This guy is really awesome!"

"I originally wanted to cultivate, but now I think it's better not to."

"What the hell! Look at Situ Wen and Xiao Huo, they look so miserable. Do you want to be like them?"

"Exactly! I'm happy every day even without cultivation. It's not as bad as they say."

"That's right, enjoy life to the fullest when you're successful, don't let your golden goblet stand empty before the moon! Let's build a market!"

"We've finally escaped the era of intense competition in our cultivation; we can't turn back the clock!"

'boom! ’

Sudden.

The sudden change.

The stone slab on which Bai Lingtian had inscribed his poem suddenly shattered.

Then everyone's eyes widened.

The clouds above Zhulu Academy churned like a vortex.

It manifested the magnificent spectacle of the Yellow River flowing and a golden goblet facing the moon.

Countless golden rays floated down and scattered onto everyone present.

"May the Way of Literature bring blessings! May Heaven and Earth resonate in harmony!"

Dean Lu Ming's hair and beard stood on end as he pointed at the bronze chime bells that had suddenly appeared beneath Bai Lingtian's feet:

"This is the demeanor of a sage as recorded in the Rites of Zhou!"

Countless lush green orchids sprouted from the cracks in the square's paving stones, and in the blink of an eye, the flowers bloomed like stars.

The golden inscription of "Bring in the Wine" appeared on the petals, and the ancient bell on the summit of Zhuolu Academy Mountain rang by itself, though no one was there.

"Ok?"

Jiang Chen let out a soft "hmm".

This overwhelming talent seemed to surge forth from him like a madman.

"As expected of the Poet Immortal, it's a pity that we can't prove our Dao through literature on Blue Star. If we were on the Spirit Qi Continent, Brother Bai would probably have ascended to immortality long ago."

It's not my own stuff.

Jiang Chen doesn't want it.

He kept only a portion of the genius's energy, secretly transferring the rest into Bai Lingtian's body.

Ok.

A rough calculation showed that Jiang Chen only kept about 90 percent for himself, and didn't take any more than that.

‘Crack! ’

The sound of shattering glass came from Bai Lingtian's body. The spiritual power that was originally obscured due to the damage to his Dao foundation was now surging like the Yellow River in the poem.

The effect of this literary blessing is even more powerful than the righteous energy!
The bamboo slips used to record scores on the judges' panel moved automatically without any wind, shaking all the poems of the other contestants to their feet.

Only the gilded characters of "Bring in the Wine" floated up, refracting a rainbow of light in the sunlight.

Suddenly, an old scholar knelt down and exclaimed in surprise:
"Look at the mountain gate!"

The inscription on the "Mingde" stele, which has stood for a thousand years at Zhulu Academy, is peeling away, revealing the full text of "Bring in the Wine" in its place.

On the Spirit Continent, the statues of the seventy-two sages enshrined in the Confucian Temple all turned towards the direction of Zhuolu Town, bowing respectfully in the gesture of Daoist greeting.

There is a sequence to learning the Way.

The wise are the teachers!
In other words, the poem "Bring in the Wine" has been affirmed by 72 Confucian and Taoist sages on the Spirit Continent.

Until a long time later.

The situation gradually calmed down.

At this moment, the judges looked at Bai Lingtian not as if he were a junior, but as an equal, or even a teacher.

The dean of Zhulu Academy spoke:

"I think there's no dispute about who won the first question, right?"

What else is there to say?

The blessing from Wendao has already explained everything.

Xiao Huo was also convinced.

He felt that even if he gave it his all and answered the questions exactly as Elder Gu instructed, he still couldn't compare to Jiang Jin Jiu.

And this poem, "Bring in the Wine," really makes a lot of sense.

What's the point of constantly getting caught up in workplace politics?
Tonight, I'll treat myself to a indulgent meal at Paradise Place!

Come on~
Old Bone was completely speechless.

Although Xiao Huo had given up on revenge and cultivation, he had at least worked hard.

It's better now.

I even want to give up on my job.

"Wait a moment!"

Sudden.

A different voice came from the scene.

S1 Qin Xiao.

He stood ramrod straight, his expression clearly showing some resentment:
"I wholeheartedly agree with the poem 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon,' but I doubt that Brother Bai wrote it himself?"

Was it not written by him?
Many cultivators who were unaware of the situation were quite confused.

In front of everyone and under the watchful eyes of all, if it wasn't Bai Lingtian who wrote it, who was it? Was he possessed by a ghost?
However, many Confucian scholars present did not show any expression, and seemed to agree with Qin Xiao's words.

Because Bai Lingtian unabashedly inscribed other people's names below the poem, it's hard not to make connections.

Bai Lingtian paused, then, recalling Jiang Chen's instructions, recounted everything in detail:

"That's right, this poem was written by a poet named Li Bai, who is known as the Poet Immortal."

"The Poet Immortal? What a boastful tone! I..."

Qin Xiao was about to mock Li Bai for boasting when he suddenly remembered that, given the high level of Li Bai's poetry, the title "Poet Immortal" was entirely fitting. So he changed the subject:
"I really admire Li Bai, the poet who is both bold and learned. Brother Bai, if you have the time, could you introduce me to him?"

"this."

Bai Lingtian forced a smile and replied:
"To be honest, this Li Bai is not from this world. I only obtained his poem 'Bring in the Wine' by chance."

"Li Bai isn't from this world? Could he be from a Western fantasy continent that's been all the rage lately?"

"No, no, no, it's not that. It's a world we don't understand yet."

Bai Lingtian's words were becoming increasingly outrageous.

There was a noticeable increase in whispering and murmuring among the people present.

This poem wasn't written by Bai Lingtian, but Li Bai wasn't from this world either.

Why didn't Bai Lingtian just put his own name on the signature? This would have been a great opportunity to make a name for himself!

Some people have also offered their own insights on this point.

That is to say, Bai Lingtian himself does not have profound knowledge. If he were to impersonate someone else, he would definitely be exposed later and become a laughing stock.

That statement is correct.

It makes sense when you think about it; if Bai Lingtian were to be called the contemporary literary sage...

It would be unreasonable to say that he could never write a poem of the same caliber as "Bring in the Wine" again, or that he would simply stop writing poetry altogether.

Can he still be given the title of champion?
The discussions in the square grew louder and louder, but Bai Lingtian didn't seem to notice them.

Anyway, he wasn't a Confucian scholar to begin with, and he wasn't interested in becoming one.

The main reason for attending this exchange conference was to use righteous energy to repair my foundation of cultivation, but I no longer need it now.

"Do you think the title of champion can still be given to Ling Tian?"

Aquaman and Barca couldn't help but start discussing it too.
"Of course I can give it to you."

Jiang Chen stated his position directly:
"If not him, then who? Even if he didn't write the poem, he brought it to the Spirit Continent. It's not wrong for a plagiarist from another world to do something like that."

"Is there anything wrong with being a plagiarist in another world?"

Aquaman pondered the words repeatedly, then suddenly revealed an expression of enlightenment.

Then he began to secretly record all the poems that appeared that day, including "Drinking Song".

It seems I still have a lot to learn.

As Jiang Chen had predicted, the judges still intended to award the championship to Bai Lingtian.

But just as they were about to make the announcement, another unexpected event occurred.

Qin Xiao's eyes darted around, and with a cold smile, he pulled another stunt:
"Li Bai? Another world? And a world that none of us understand? Tsk, Bai Lingtian, you're not thinking we're fools, are you?"

Qin Xiao made sarcastic remarks time and time again.

Even Bai Lingtian, with his good temper, was somewhat angry:
"Qin Xiao, what do you mean by that? I've already said this poem isn't mine. What more do you want?"

Even the judges on the platform couldn't stand it anymore:

"Qin Xiao, you've interrupted us time and time again to announce the results. Aren't you being a bit arrogant?"

"Or is it that the Qin family of the Central Region doesn't take our nine academies seriously?"

"Bai Lingtian didn't think we were fools. Otherwise, he would have just said that he wrote the poem. Who would have known?"

"That's right! Bai Lingtian's indifference to fame and fortune alone is enough to make him worthy of the title of champion!"

"Our Haoran Academy is willing to accept Bai Lingtian as our disciple!"

"Dream on! My Zhulu Academy is willing to do the same, and Bai Lingtian will enjoy elder-level treatment as soon as he enters the academy!"

Seeing that the nine academies had begun vying for students, Qin Xiao calmly spoke:

"Teachers, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean anything by targeting the Nine Great Academies. The poem that Bai Lingtian copied wasn't written by Li Bai at all!"

"what?"

Not only the bystanders, but even Jiang Chen himself gaped open.

"That's right!"

Qin Xiao continued with a cold smile:
"Because this poem was actually written by my father! I don't know why it was stolen by that little thief Bai Lingtian!"

Wang Defa?
That's so shameless!
Honestly, Jiang Chen felt that this was the first time he had encountered someone even more shameless than himself on the Spirit Qi Continent!
"I don't!"

Bai Lingtian loudly defended himself while looking at Qin Xiao with disdain.

"No? I can video call my father, and you can confront him face to face!"

"Okay! Then let's do it."

Just as Bai Lingtian was about to agree, he received a telepathic message from Jiang Chen:
[Don't agree. Avoid falling into the trap of proving yourself. Since Qin Xiao has raised doubts, let him provide evidence.]

Jiang Chen wanted to see how this shameless person could turn white into black!
Bai Lingtian nodded and sneered:
"Hehe, since Brother Qin says that 'Drinking Song' was written by your father, then why don't you provide evidence?"

"Uh."

Bai Lingtian's tactic of not falling for the trap and instead throwing the question back at Qin Xiao surprised him.

If Bai Lingtian confronted him face-to-face, he would have countless ways to accuse him of stealing the poem from his home.

Because once Bai Lingtian proves himself, he needs to prove that he did not steal from the Qin family. As members of the Qin family, Qin Xiao and his father have a hundred ways to kill him.

But now Qin Xiao needs to prove that "the poem 'Bring in the Wine' was written by his own father."

how to prove?

After thinking it over, Qin Xiao sneered and took out a jade slip from his pocket to record his image:

"Since you want evidence, here is a video of my father reciting this poem at a family festival three hundred years ago. Please take a look!"

A blurry image appeared in the jade slip projection:

A middle-aged man who bore a striking resemblance to Qin Xiao stood before the main hall, his mouth movements indeed matching some lines from the poem "Bring in the Wine".

There was an uproar at the scene.

This video is clearly a photo of Qin Hong presiding over a sacrificial ceremony in the past. We're just asking whose family is reciting poems at a sacrificial ceremony.

Are they reciting poems like "Drinking Alone Under the Moon"?

If it's true, then the blessing of literature and the Way should have been bestowed upon Qin Hong hundreds of years ago.

"absurd!"

The judges of the poor family academy smashed the table with their fists.

"I know the entire ritual of the Confucian Temple by heart; there has never been a private poetry recitation segment."

"If that's true, why didn't your father receive the blessing of literature and scholarship?"

Qin Xiao calmly tossed out another scroll of bamboo slips:

"This is my father's original manuscript; the ink marks and the spirit of the ink can prove its age."

The handwriting on the bamboo slips of "Bring in the Wine" is messy, but the author deliberately misspelled three characters and then corrected them at the line "A thousand pieces of gold scattered will return again"—this is a common practice in the drafts of literary works.

Jiang Chen squinted his eyes in the VIP section.

He was all too familiar with this method. When he sold the Ancient Secret Realm Treasure Map to a certain Holy Lord back then, he used the same method: first fake it, then deliberately aged it.

All I can say is that everyone who understands understands.

There was a murmur of dismay at the scene; Qin Xiao really had no shame whatsoever.

of course.

There are also fans in Qin Xiao's support group who keep shouting their support for their idol.

"Wait a minute."

Bai Lingtian suddenly pointed to a certain spot on the bamboo slip:

"May I ask, Young Master Qin, since your father composed this poem three hundred years ago, why did he use the Wan San brand cinnabar, which was only released last month, to annotate it?"

All eyes immediately focused on the glaring red circle on the bamboo slip.

It features the unique fluorescent color of Wan San Group's latest "Colorfast Spirit Sand".

Qin Xiao's expression changed slightly as he suddenly heard his father, Qin Hong, transmit his voice:

[Fool! Your father has arrived at the mountain gate; play along with my act!]

Qin Hong, the father, was actually not far away the whole time, knowing that his son was participating in such an important competition.

Is this not?

Seeing that something was wrong, he, as the father, rushed over and finally arrived.

[Okay, Father, that's what you should say then.]

Just as the academy elders were about to announce Bai Lingtian as the champion of this year's competition.

In an instant, the oppressive force of heaven and earth descended, and Qin Hong arrived riding on clouds, the jade pendant at his waist jingling.
"Gentlemen, please look—"

He also pointed out that the gilded poem he wrote in the air was exactly the same as the first couplet of "Bring in the Wine"!
With the blessing of abundant spiritual energy, their talents surged once more, causing the statues in the Confucian Temple to turn around again, only to suddenly turn their backs upon seeing who it was.

The statues of the seventy-two sages all turned their backs toward Qin Hong!

"Father!"

Qin Xiao seized the opportunity to shout:

"Bai Lingtian must have been peeking into your study."

"fart!"

A judge from the Talent Academy suddenly started swearing:

"Damn, so your dad is Qin Hong? That kid never passed any of the exams at the academy back then, always sitting at the back with the trash cans. Writing poetry? What a load of rubbish!"

Qin Hong, unable to save face, unleashed his full Mahayana stage aura:

"That's not my dark history, that's the path I came from! Moreover, I've been in seclusion for a thousand years, studying Confucianism and Taoism, and you..."

Obviously.

These Confucian scholars could not possibly submit to his Mahayana-stage power, and they cursed him even more fiercely.

"What the hell!"

Another scholar finally slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and tossed out his phone to project the message:
"Look at the trending news on Douyin. Last night, the Qin family head was still rewarding the 'Beauty on the Edge' with a million spirit stones at the 'Red Powder Pavilion' in the Central Region. The title was 'Master Qin's Golden Spear Composing Poetry'!"

In the scene, Qin Hong is surrounded by women on both sides; he doesn't look like he's been in seclusion for a hundred years at all.

The most amazing thing is that the streamer specifically noted:
[The top-ranked fan created this impromptu piece: 'A white bodice as white as snow, jade-like legs as soft as the moon']

"cough."

Qin Hong blushed:
"Then let me ask you, did I write a poem? Instead of questioning me, you should think carefully about this Bai Lingtian. He's not even a Confucian scholar, and his words are full of holes. He's the one who's more suspicious!"

shameless!
Before anyone could even start cursing...

An even more terrifying aura, so terrifying that it even made those at the peak of the Mahayana stage tremble with fear, appeared on the scene.

Nine-Turn Immortal!

(End of this chapter)