How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

At this moment, Dai Shucheng appeared to the assembled literary prodigies as an examiner deliberately setting difficult questions. He told Wang Luoshui, "Please, Young Master Luoshui, pick up the 'mad' word that the 'poetry madman' just mentioned! Use the wildest strokes of your pen to write about the unrestrained wildness of autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves!"

I rely on!

Everyone laughed...

As everyone knows, Wang Luoshui, despite being a poet and related to the imperial family, never acted arrogantly throughout his life…

The poetry fanatic and he were two extremes.

The topic given to him, however, was precisely the kind of "madness" he had never touched in his entire life...

Was this old man hired by the Mohists?

Wang Luoshui's reaction was much the same as the Poetry Madman's; he also frowned for a long time before picking up his pen...

"A single roar echoes through a thousand mountains, splitting the vast wilderness with heavy clouds; what sweeps across the courtyard is not a gentle rain, but a raging frost!"

As he wrote, the tip of his pen shimmered with golden light!

With a loud bang, the crowd below cheered.

"What a wonderful line, 'Sweeping the courtyard is not a gentle rain, but a raging frost!' Such exquisite lines are the most brilliant interpretation of the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves!"

"This isn't even about his personality; it's simply his profound literary and moral foundation!"

"Of course! Don't you even know who he is? A relative of the imperial family who is a poet? What do you think the poets are? They're the holy land of poetry!"

"With these three poems, today's poetry gathering is truly a remarkable event in the realm of literature!"

"Indeed, at one poetry gathering, all three poems were written in silver light. Even poetry gatherings in the capital couldn't reach such a level, could they?"

On the high platform, the crowd cheered once again...

Even the most ardent poet couldn't help but praise this wild poem that should have originated from his own pen.

This fully embodies the humility and politeness of scholars.

"For the fourth poem, we invite Young Master Yufei to compose one!" Dai Shucheng said. "Please, Young Master Yufei, write a poem about autumn, capturing the desolate mood of the continuous autumn rain!"

This poem is fairly standard, and considering the recent continuous autumn rains, it should be the easiest one to write.

As soon as the question was released, an old scholar below transmitted his voice again: "Perhaps the great scholar Dai has realized that he cannot suppress these geniuses too much, so he has slowed down and stopped setting such extremely tricky questions."

"Perhaps it's also because they don't want to suppress the dynasty too much and gain a reputation for relieving pressure on the Mohists."

The old scholar, who had been at the beginning, fell silent.

Suppressing the imperial dynasty to relieve pressure on the Mohists?

Is it possible for such a fixed mindset to form?

Believe it or not, it's actually possible.

His previous three attempts to set overly difficult questions for the prodigies of the imperial court were bound to cause some controversy.

Half an hour later, Li Yufei picked up his pen and wrote...

"The rain in Nanyang has not stopped for days, a lonely lamp casts its shadow on the small window in autumn, the cold seeps into my pillow and I dream of three years, the wind trembles on the withered lotus and a lone gull on the water."

As the brush touched the paper, golden light spread, enveloping the entire platform. Suddenly, a faint wisp of color appeared…

"Oh my god, is this going to be amazing?" someone exclaimed.

"It's normal for it to be outstanding! A single poem made Nanyang famous, and the poem thus gained a geographical context. Moreover, it perfectly matches his life story. He traveled abroad for three years, experiencing extreme poverty, before passing the imperial examination and becoming a Jinshi, making him known throughout the land. It aligns with his life..."

The colorful light flashed and disappeared, freezing on the "Half-Step Colorful Poem"!

On the high platform, everyone stood up!

Li Yuecheng cupped his hands and said, "Brother Li's poem will surely be widely circulated in Jiangnan in the future, and one day it will definitely be hailed as a masterpiece! I offer my congratulations in advance!"

These are the rules of poetry.

The initial stage is the beginning of the divine judgment; as the chanting level increases in the future, it can be gradually improved.

The colored light on the original poem manuscript will become increasingly intense until it is fully colored.

Li Yufei clasped his hands in thanks to everyone, saying, "It was just luck, nothing more!"

Those below exclaimed, "A single poetry gathering in Nanyang, worth half silver, half gold, and half color, truly captures the essence of autumn in Jiangnan! Even if this grand event ends here, the name of the Nanyang Poetry Gathering will be etched into the literary world for generations to come!"

"This trip was definitely worthwhile!"

"Are there two more who might have the chance to witness the birth of Cai Shi?" Some people wondered wistfully...

"Two more!" Dai Shucheng smiled. "The third-ranked scholar and this young master Zhou, which of you will go first?"

"Whatever!" Zhou Wenju smiled.

"I'm at ease too!" Li Yuecheng smiled.

All eyes fell on the two of them at the same time.

They were all handsome and dashing.

However, Li Yuecheng's handsome and elegant demeanor carries with it a strong confidence in orthodox literature and the dignity of a literary master.

And Zhou Wenju, who suddenly appeared in everyone's sight, carried a carefree and unrestrained air...

In another restaurant, by the window, the Seventh Princess's eyes never left Zhou Wenju's face...

The palace maid beside him sighed softly, "Your Highness, do you have any expectations for him?"

"It doesn't need to be too good, just golden light is enough for me to feel that the trip was worthwhile!" Golden light, decent but not outstanding, but sufficient. Considering that the princess finds this face quite pleasing, perhaps the elasticity of the learning materials could be enlarged a bit more...

"I just contacted the Mo family through the communication talisman and received two pieces of information..."

"Hmm? You've found out his background?" The princess's eyes lit up.

"Hmm, we found him! He is the second son of Zhou Liangsheng, the former Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, who was sent to the outer sect of the Mohist school, Huding Mountain, to cultivate artifacts."

The princess's eyes widened: "Is that Zhou Liangsheng, the one involved in the Yantai case?"

"Exactly!"

"Why would the son of a civil official choose the path of civil service examinations instead of pursuing a career in literature? And he's even only entered the outer sect, not the formal one."

"I heard it's because he has no foundation in literature and philosophy."

The princess was astonished: "Wen Dao has no foundation whatsoever, so what is he doing here today? Did he come here specifically to put on a pretty face for me to see?"

"...Your Highness, I have also obtained another piece of information," the palace maid said. "The people over there say that this Young Master Zhou is of extremely improper character, and he is entangled with the concubine of the third prince of Rulan, which led to a shocking accident at Huding Mountain."

"Damn it!" The princess spat out a word completely unrelated to her ancestors: "Just because of this pretty boy, he seduces other people's concubines? So despicable? I... I'm not watching anymore!"

Turn your head.

But then she quickly turned her head back: "That's not right!"

"What's wrong?" the palace maid asked.

The princess frowned: "If he's truly useless, why is he a guest elder of the Mo family, and able to sit next to Mo Ziyi? Could it be that this pretty boy seduced Mo Ziyi with his looks?"

The palace maid shook her head: "That's impossible! Mo Ziyi is such a person, how could she be so shallow?"

The princess's face slowly darkened, and she bit her lip: "What do you mean? Are you implying that I am shallow?"

I rely on!

The palace maid was startled: "This servant wouldn't dare! Her Highness, the Princess, is of imperial nobility; how could she be bewitched by such a pretty boy? It's impossible for her to have any interaction with him, let alone compare herself to him!..."

The princess looked her up and down, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

What are you up to, you brat? Are you trying to trap me with those words and make me give up on ever getting close to that pretty boy again?

Heaven is my witness, this was truly what the palace maid wanted.

The princess went to the south of the Yangtze River and was completely unrestrained. Looking at this pretty boy's eyes, there was a hint of "licentiousness". If she really let him continue to be so unrestrained, he would definitely be sent to the cold palace after returning to the capital, and might even be thrown into a well!

This dangerous trend must be nipped in the bud.

Even if it means taking some risks myself, or saying something a bit extreme, I don't care anymore...

On the high platform, Dai Shucheng smiled gently: "This Nanyang Poetry Gathering was convened by the Great Yu Dynasty, thus it begins with the Dynasty and ends with the Holy Family, only then can it be a perfect event. Third-place scholar, please go first!"

Li Muyun smiled and said, "What the great scholar Dai said is very true. The Mo family has come from afar and are guests. Giving this Brother Zhou more time to conceive his ideas is a good way to treat a guest."

These words struck a chord in everyone's hearts.

Although the topics presented were different, they all closely adhered to the core theme of "autumn." Did the people who appeared later really have an advantage, since they had more time to come up with ideas?

However, the expressions on the faces of those traveling with him were somewhat off.

Li Muyun was the first to appear, and he composed a poem in the style of Jin Guang.

Although it was also amazing, it was ultimately overshadowed by Li Yufei's half-step colored poem. Was he dissatisfied?

So they used this excuse, and the people who came after them had more time to come up with ideas, thus gaining an advantage...

Zhou Wenju spoke up: "I am somewhat unworthy of what Brother Li has said. How about I switch places with the third-ranked scholar and let him think about it first?"