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"He is one of the Ten Outstanding Scholars of Jiangnan. How could the poems written by one of the Ten Outstanding Scholars of Jiangnan be bad?" Lin Nongyue asked again.

"My God, you're simply..." Zhou Wenju tilted his head back at the coffee table, "You judge the quality of poetry by first identifying who wrote it—even a famous person's fart is considered good! Second, you look at whether there are people flattering it; if there are many flatterers, it's considered good. You only ignore the poetry itself, right?"

"You don't understand poetry, so what can I say to you?" Lin Nongyue put away her pen and folded her umbrella.

"Okay, even if I don't understand poetry, they should, right?" Zhou Wenju said.

"Of course, they are true scholars, you are a fake!" Lin Nongyue said bluntly, wrinkling her nose at him.

"Then there's a logical problem! If they really think this poem is exceptionally good, why not write it on gold paper and present it to Heaven?" Zhou Wenju said. "Do you really think that all of them can't even scrape together a single piece of gold paper?"

Lin Nongyue was stunned...

She doesn't understand poetry.

However, she understood the logic.

She just tested Zhou with a logical deduction, didn't she?

Mr. Zhou is right. If this poem is truly exceptional, why not use a precious pen to write it on gold paper and change the course of history?

If it radiates colorful light, or if the ship is filled with golden light, isn't that more authoritative than any praise?

"I've finally figured you out!" Zhou Wenju said. "You use the excuse of liking poetry to make a mess of the inside of your umbrella, but when you come across a truly good poem, you can't recognize it at all."

"You...you dare to look down on me?"

"This isn't a matter of looking down on you! It's been proven..." Zhou Wenju said, "I once told you four lines of poetry, and you completely ignored me. Now you're scrambling to find a bunch of garbage to copy, and you're even looking smug about it. I'm speechless..."

"Have you recited those four lines of poetry? I don't remember. When did you recite them?"

"Well... never mind, forget I said anything!" Zhou Wenju turned and went into the cabin: "Xing'er, what do you want for lunch today?"

He once recited four lines of poetry to her.

"The ospreys cry 'guan guan' on the river islet; a fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affections."

What is this poem?

It comes from the Book of Songs!

Although the Book of Songs exists in this world, it is not the same as that book. The poems recorded in the Book of Songs in that world do not exist in this world.

It is no ordinary thing that this poem became a well-known masterpiece in the Book of Songs of that world.

Don't be fooled by the mere sixteen characters; they are enough to overshadow everything else on her floral paper umbrella.

Why did he recite this poem at that time?

It's not about showing off.

Actually, this is a strategy.

At the time, he wasn't sure where she came from, but he wanted to use this poem, to use his extraordinary talent for composing poetry on the spot, to tell her that he was the real Zhou Wenju, a master of ci poetry, and not someone else impersonating him.

If she was sent by the Prince of Rulan, she should have been moved and perhaps had some assassination plans. Time to serve the food...

She received a whole host of strategies, but none of them were "received"...

That's just... damn it...

Now, she collects trash from all directions on her paper umbrella, oblivious to the truly beautiful words she has heard, and continues to do as she pleases...

After lunch.

Zhou Wenju picked up his teacup again and returned to the balcony.

Lin Nongyue, who was next door, was still there. She looked at him with sympathy and said, "I know you're frustrated. You saw a top-notch writer writing poetry and felt awkward wearing your scholar's robes, so you tried every possible way to suppress him, but you couldn't. I completely understand how you feel..."

Zhou Wenju turned and went out onto the balcony: "Xing'er, what should we have for dinner tonight?"

Xing'er was stunned.

Lin Nongyue smiled, a smile as beautiful as an orchid blooming in a secluded valley, swaying in the wind... in the wild.

Time flows on the river, day by day.

The sky outside the ship grew colder day by day.

From south to north, traversing half of the Great Yu Kingdom, they finally arrived near the capital on the sixth day.

The heavy snow stopped midway.

However, on the eve of their arrival in the capital, it rained heavily again.

Snowflakes fluttered down, covering the sky, the earth, and the flowing river.

On the balcony, Zhou Wenju and Lin Nongyue sat side by side.

Six days and six nights in a row.

They had arguments, tests, and sarcastic remarks between them, but when they finally met on the balcony, they simply smiled and changed the subject.

He knew many details about her.

For example, the "Three Variations on Plum Blossoms Under the Moon" she once mentioned did not mean that her father played the role of her mother three times under the moon (although in fact, it may have been... that's what happened).

"Three Variations on Plum Blossom" is a set of footwork.

It possesses a certain mystique related to the laws of space.

This footwork is a supernatural skill when facing an enemy.

Between couples, it's a "dance for fun".

She also learned about Zhou Wenju's situation. Zhou Wenju told her that his father was a county magistrate.

This girl was quite naive when it came to officialdom, actually asking such a stupid question as, "Is a Minister higher in rank than a County Magistrate?" Upon receiving the answer that "Even the watchdog of a Minister's household is more powerful than a County Magistrate's," she displayed remarkable loyalty, patting her chest and telling Zhou Wenju, "If I can reconcile with my father on this trip, I'll ask him to help your father out... and try to get him to be my watchdog!"

Upon hearing the first part of the sentence, Zhou Wenju was somewhat moved.

Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, he pressed his forehead, unable to rouse himself for a long time...

What's wrong with joking?

On the long road of life, one must know when to relax and when to be relaxed.

Tomorrow, we will arrive in the capital; this journey of adventures in the martial world is drawing to a close…

"Tell me, how should I go to see my father after I arrive in the capital?" Lin Nongyue asked a serious question.

"I must say, your question is a question," Zhou Wenju said.

"Tch! That's pure nonsense!" Lin Nongyue said, "How about I just break in in the middle of the night?"

"I really can't be lenient with you this time, it's truly impossible!" Zhou Wenju said, "The Minister is a second-rank official, and the power of a second-rank official's seal is extraordinary. It's really possible that in a single encounter... he could suppress you so much that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you."

"You mean I have to write a visiting card?" Lin Nongyue asked, troubled.

"Writing a visiting card... even a visiting card has to go through the steward first!" Zhou Wenju said, "Do you want everyone in the Minister's mansion to know about your father's romantic escapades?"

That makes sense.

For a high-ranking official like a minister, a second-rank official, it would be a stain on his reputation if people found out that he had an illegitimate daughter from his past.

It's fine if family members know about other stains, but this stain is the one thing you absolutely must not let your family know about.

Lin Nongyue was troubled: "No wonder my mother always lamented: 'Entering the capital is like entering a deep sea...' Now I'm finally experiencing it firsthand. Is it really this difficult for a biological daughter to see her own father?"

"It is indeed not easy for an ordinary person to visit the relatives of high-ranking officials in the capital, but there is another way."

"What?"

"You'll come with me. I need to meet your father on this trip to the capital. You'll be my maid, and I'll take you to the Minister's residence. I'll discuss serious matters with your father, and you can discreetly observe him from the sidelines..."

These words were spoken.

Theoretically, it's a new direction.

However, there was no further movement from the side.

Zhou Wenju glanced to the side and saw her roll her eyes: "Will you die if you don't brag? I can't even get into the Minister's mansion, and you want to? You even want me to sneak in as your maid? What are you thinking? You're simply..."

Her voice suddenly stopped.

Zhou Wenju suddenly looked up.

The wind and snow before us seemed to vanish suddenly.

The boat beneath me and the river below it suddenly seemed to have become another world.

This feeling seemed familiar to Zhou Wenju. It was the same feeling he had experienced when the Jinwu Guards suppressed the county government and two Daoist nuns soared into the sky. He had felt the same overwhelming pressure that filled the heavens and earth...

This is the realm of the Flower Realm!

The Dao Flower Realm has its own domain.

Once a domain is formed, it isolates one from the mundane world, and the master of the domain rules over all living beings in heaven and earth!

Lin Nongyue straightened up and stood up abruptly!

At this moment, the chair beneath her silently turned to dust, and her hair ribbon broke apart inch by inch, the severed ribbons eerily floating in the air.

Her hair rose without any wind.

Zhou Wenju's situation was very similar to hers.

The similarity lies in the fact that beneath him, the coffee table and chair were shattered, and his entire body felt as if a mountain had simultaneously pressed down on him.

The difference lies in his purple turban tied up with his hair.

The headscarf didn't break or flutter.

However, the fact that even the purple scarf could not flutter showed that he was under even greater pressure.

"The Dao Flower Realm! The Sect Master of Tianquan Sect personally came out?" Lin Nongyue said in a deep voice.

Her voice was unusually low at this moment, as if it were twisting and moving forward in an unseen force field.

"I'm afraid not!" Zhou Wenju said. "This time, it's probably aimed at me!"

"You..." Lin Nongyue was shocked.

"Haha!" A laugh echoed from the void: "You little brat Zhou, you do have some self-awareness, knowing that I'm targeting you today!"

As soon as the sound fell, a blizzard swept across the sky.

An old man arrived, his feet covered in snow.

With one step, the snow melts away.

Two steps landed, and the world fell silent.

In three steps, he was already standing in front of Zhou Wenju.

The large ship behind Zhou Wenju seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment.

He was like a tender blade of grass facing a guillotine brought by a fierce wind.

Yes, although the old man had no swords or knives, his entire being exuded the aura of a drawn blade, radiating boundless killing intent…

"Sent by the Prince of Rulan?" Zhou Wenju said coldly.

"Exactly!" the old man said. "You plotted to kill the third prince of Rulan first, then severely humiliated the heir apparent of Rulan, and now you even want to enter the capital to participate in the Qingshan Literary Gathering. How can His Highness tolerate this? Therefore, he sent me here to take your head, cut off the Zhou family's path to rise, and also to resolve His Highness's inner conflict!"

The sound faded!

The old man made a move!

With a single movement, Zhou Wenju and Lin Nongyue instantly lost sight of everything; their world consisted only of that towering claw...

puff!

Lin Nongyue made a move next to Zhou Wenju!

With a single movement, she suddenly transformed into three Lin Nongyue.

This illusion...

The old man's domain was suddenly breached.

Without any trace, without any warning...

Three Lin Nongyue appeared before the old man.

With a flick of her wrist, her fingernails transformed into three streaks of ghostly light, piercing towards the old man's brow, throat, and heart.

Zhou Wenju's heart skipped a beat.

This movement technique was more than ten times faster than the strange movement technique she used when she fought against that Dao Heart Realm expert that day, and its strangeness was directly maxed out.

If she had used that movement technique that day, she could have wiped out ten Dao Hearts in an instant.

She was really just acting at the time.

This is where her true abilities are revealed.

"Teleportation technique! The Void Clan's Plum Blossom Melody?" The old man was also slightly surprised.

A strange, large flower suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

The flowers bloom and cover the entire body.

puff!

Three beams of light simultaneously struck the flower.

At the same time, it extinguished and transformed into a stream of light...

No matter how many illusions Lin Nongyue created, or how strange her movements were, it seemed that she was killed in one move.

However, her strangeness still defied the old man's prediction.

The three phantoms in front of her did not have her true form; they were all streams of light.

puff!

As if space itself had been torn apart, a fingernail appeared out of thin air behind the old man's head!

He pointed a finger at the back of the old man's head.

The old man's entire focus was on the front, leaving the back of his head exposed. Lin Nongyue seized the opportunity and struck...

Accurate hit!

However, the moment it hits.

This nail is broken into pieces.

Lin Nongyue's expression suddenly changed, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, being thrown directly into deep space...

She was indeed a master of movement techniques; however, her true cultivation level was insufficient to break through the inner domain of the Dao Flower Realm…

The old man gave a cold laugh, and his claws fell again, his target still Zhou Wenju.

Zhou Wen suddenly raised his hand!

A new belt appeared on his right hand...

The belt transforms into a gun, and a single shot is fired!

thumping!

A sonic boom signifies the first level of his gunplay: the gun precedes the wind!

A cold smile appeared on the old man's face...

With a gun?

What's the use of a fast gun?

Sure enough, the spear light shot out at high speed and then reached its end.

An invisible, oppressive force, like a storm, swept away all the true energy and killing intent on the spear.

Zhou Wenju's hair finally flew high into the air, and an extremely powerful gust of wind swept around him; the fatal blow was imminent...

Suddenly, his gun abruptly changed direction, from extremely fast to extremely slow.

With this change, his hair floated halfway down the road and then settled in mid-air.

The swirling, deadly winds and snow seemed to have trapped them in a quagmire.

It was the third level of gunplay that Lao Qi passed down to him: the wind and the gun are both unknown.

The old man's expression changed slightly: "Spear intent?!"

A single shot, moving at a relatively slow speed, traversed his domain and met his claws.

As the gun and claws clashed, a drop of blood seeped from the old man's finger.

It was just a single drop of blood, yet it filled the old man with utter disbelief…

This ant in front of him actually dared to make him shed a drop of blood?!

His face darkened!

This drop of blood suddenly turned into a blood flower!

boom……

An incredibly terrifying shockwave swept in.

Zhou Wenju flew far away, crashing into the depths of the snowstorm and into the heart of the river.

The instant his back touched the icy river water, a hand appeared out of thin air and precisely touched his back.

Boom!

He leaped into the air, and beside him stood another person, Lin Nongyue, whose face was deathly pale.

Behind them, towering waves were whipped up by the shockwave, while in front of them, snow was falling heavily.

The snowflakes suddenly parted.

The old man took a step down!

"These two juniors are quite a surprise to me!" the old man said coldly. "However, your brilliance ends here!"

Zhou Wenju stood on the crest of the Yangtze River, his hair slowly falling down: "I solemnly warn you! My participation in the Qingshan Literary Gathering is by His Majesty's decree. If you dare to kill me, you are deliberately sabotaging His Majesty's grand plan. Prince Rulan needs to ask himself if he truly intends to go against the Emperor's will?"

"Haha, knowing there's no hope of escape, you still want to use words to control him?" The old man laughed. "Too bad you're wrong. His Majesty's will works on others, but for Prince Rulan, it depends on his mood!"

Zhou Wenju was furious: "How dare you utter such disobedient words?"

"Why wouldn't I dare?" the old man laughed. "Dead men... can't appeal to the emperor!"