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"Seven colors!" Rou'er suddenly sprang up, revealing her presence for the first time like a rabbit.

A smile appeared on Mo Ziyi's face, a smile that was both detached and joyful...

People below the platform cheered and jumped for joy.

On the high platform, the five prodigies were all petrified, their eyes filled with disbelief.

I'd heard he'd written three poems in seven colors, and I knew his poetic talent was unparalleled. But this impromptu poem, which directly challenged his established ways of thinking and was practically a tailor-made poetic trap, he easily overcame and continued on his colorful path...

All you need is this one colorful poem.

He's the most dazzling guy at the Nanyang Poetry Festival...

His literary fame will be just as his poem describes: "A crane soars into the clear sky, parting the clouds!"

No one can suppress him!

The Grand Elder's scheme has failed!

We can't explain this to the Prince of Rulan!

But even greater miracles were yet to come...

With a soft hiss, the twenty-eight characters of the poem written by Zhou Wenju suddenly peeled away, transforming into a seven-colored line that soared into the sky, actually forming the shape of a crane.

It truly is like a crane breaking free from its cage and soaring into the clear blue sky.

In the depths of the clear sky, a portal slowly opened, welcoming the crane...

"Kaidaohai!" Li Yuecheng's face turned completely pale.

Just now, he wrote a colorful poem, and he also dreamed of opening a sea.

However, Heaven did not bless them.

And now, the Daohai Sea has opened!

The miracle he longed for was presented to the whole world by his adversary...

"Open the sea, fish in the sea..." On the high platform, everyone was shocked and stood up at the same time...

In Nanyang City, pedestrians stopped.

Upstairs in the restaurant, countless people opened their windows.

Inside the brothel, the patrons, still caught up in the heat of their battle with the courtesans, stopped their frantic advance and watched, with the awe of seeing a deity descend upon the world, as a crane soared into the clear sky...

How many people can witness fishing in the Daohai Sea firsthand?

Today, Nanyang is fortunate to witness this firsthand!

The Seventh Princess's face suddenly flushed: "Seven-colored poems, fishing in the sea! Little Lockhead, who told me his literary talent is not worth expecting?"

The palace maid was completely dumbfounded. For the first time in her life, her mouth uttered words that perfectly matched her name: Locked Mouth!

The lock wouldn't open, the key was lost, and he couldn't answer the princess's questions...

On the high platform, a woman in dark purple robes had a beautiful face.

As I listened to the cheers of the whole city, this wonderful poem, which transformed into a crane soaring through the clouds in the clear sky, came to mind: "Since ancient times, autumn has been associated with sorrow and loneliness, but I say that autumn days surpass spring mornings. A crane soars into the clear sky, leading poetic thoughts to the azure heavens."

Her heart was churning like a raging storm.

Is this poetry?

of course!

A truly exquisite poem in seven colors!

Is this just poetry?

No, this is still his life!

His life unfolded slowly under her watchful eye, beginning with a bleak and desolate start. Throughout history, those who have encountered such a beginning in life have likely ended up with only the word "lonely." Yet, he defied expectations and emerged with the magnanimity and boldness of "surpassing the spring morning."

With the line "Let the bright moon set in the west," one lets go of past obsessions.

The line "A storm rages down the west tower" accompanied her on her journey.

Today, at the Nanyang Poetry Gathering, a crane soars into the clear sky!

Even though there are countless geniuses in the world, he is still that crane soaring through the clouds!

Two lines of poetry quietly rose in her heart: "A crane soars through the clouds into the sea of ​​Tao, and from then on, Zhou Yu became a legend!"

This is his way!

Stepping into the traps laid by the enemy, he transforms into a crane soaring into the clear sky, his unparalleled elegance and grace unmatched.

Zhou Wenju's gaze fell upon the obscured Dao Hai.

Feel the unpredictable fishing as the silk thread enters the sea.

The thread sank, and something took the bait.

Then, a huge silver fish swam back along the colorful fishing line and disappeared into his brow. This silver fish was twice the size of the silver fish he caught with the second poem that day.

This is a sacred object of scholars, formed from the condensed essence of the heavenly Dao.

The literary spirit fish entered his brain. The situation of his brain being thin in literary energy, which had been caused by breaking through the barrier between heaven and earth a few days ago, was completely changed in an instant. The huge literary spirit fish filled all the gaps in his brain in literary energy. At this moment, his face was filled with the spiritual light of the Dao of Literature.

The courtesans' eyes widened in astonishment...

In the restaurant, the seventh princess, who was already quite susceptible to his pretty-boy charm, was now even more vulnerable...

Li Yuecheng and the other five prodigies stared at the enormous silver fish, which was so huge that they had never seen anything like it before, as it entered his brow. They all lost the ability to speak.

My heart is filled with agonizing turmoil...

They were well prepared!

It wasn't just the questions, or just my answer sheet; I also prepared the lines that followed...

As long as Zhou Wenju's poetry gathering fails.

They have plenty of excuses. They can "kindly" tell him that his literary foundation is insufficient, and without the guidance of a famous teacher and years of hard study, he cannot support his literary path. They can also condescendingly tell him that he is more suited to weapon crafting and that he should open a blacksmith shop in Nanyang City.

In this way, his hard-won "literary talent" was plunged into a quagmire of deep frustration and self-doubt, causing his poetic talent to be short-lived.

They've done this kind of thing before.

It went as smoothly as a textbook example.

However, today is truly bizarre.

Dai Daru prepared a question for him that was so meticulously prepared that it could be described as tailor-made, and he answered it smoothly.

Moreover, he wrote a poem in seven colors.

After his seven-colored poem was published, he was revered at the poetry gathering.

His literary fame will surely spread throughout the world, at least in Jiangnan.

All subsequent articles attempting to leverage this poetry gathering were rewritten.

The Grand Elder of the Mo Clan was sharpening his sword, ready to face the Mo Clan's counterattack, which would be delayed as a result...

The Prince of Rulan was even more injured.

Not only could this poetry gathering fail to eliminate the "real culprit who killed the third prince," it also provided him with a protective shell—the title of a renowned scholar, which in itself was the best protection.

The entire city cheered.

The city's intellectuals rejoiced.

Below the high platform, a hundred specially invited literati were so captivated by the beauty of this exquisite poem that they could not tear themselves away.

On the high platform, the proud young men, each harboring their own secrets, questioned the meaning of life.

Zhou Wenju and Mo Ziyi exchanged a glance, both seeing joy and happiness in each other's eyes...

Suddenly, the sky moved, as if a cloud was flying in.

Mo Ziyi raised her eyes, her expression slightly darkening: "Li Haoran, the seventh son of the Holy Lord and a member of the Poet Saint's family!"

Zhou Wenju looked up and saw an exquisitely elegant scene.

The sky was a clear, bright blue.

A pale yellow sheet of paper swept across the sky.

On the paper, a young man stands proudly, his gaze fixed on the sky. His clothes are extremely unique and elegant, with a lake-green color below and a sky-blue color above.

Two stripes spiral around the front of the garment, at the chest, like pages of a book.

One of the silver lines forms the character "诗" (poem).

Is this the behavior of a direct descendant of the Sage of Poetry?

Even the clothes are as beautiful as a poem or a painting?

Mo Ziyi recognized his identity at a glance: Li Haoran, the seventh son of the Poet Saint's family.

The Holy Family is like an imperial dynasty, and the seventh son of the Holy Lord can basically be regarded as the seventh prince of the Great Yu Dynasty...

The entire city had just been awestruck by the colorful poem.

Everyone was excited when they saw Li Haoran flying overhead...

"This young master Zhou has just written a seven-colored poem that will be remembered throughout history, and the direct descendants of the Poet Saint's family have arrived. Could it be that they have such a keen sense of smell that they intend to invite this prodigy of poetry into the Saint's family?"

"That's for sure!" someone else replied. "Poets truly cherish poetic geniuses. Take Li Yufei and Wang Luoshui on stage, for example. Aren't they favored by poets because of their poetic talent? This young master Zhou is the one who has outshone everyone today. He perfectly fits the criteria for poets to recruit talented individuals."

"But this young master Zhou belongs to the Mohist school. Is it appropriate for the Poets to reach out to other sage schools and snatch someone away?"

"Brother, you don't understand. A guest elder is just a guest, not a formal disciple. Why can't you take it?"

"This is getting interesting! The Mohist school has a guest advisor, the Poetry school has its eye on him, how will these two great schools compete?"

"Comparison is the thief of joy!" someone lamented. "So many people yearn to join the Holy Family but cannot, yet he has become the object of contention between two great Holy Families..."

"You disagree? Then write a poem in seven colors yourself!"

In an instant, the entire city of Nanyang sensed this sensitive atmosphere...

On the high platform, all the prodigies stood up together.

Dai Shucheng also rose from his seat.

At the same time, bow...

Li Yuecheng spoke up: "For a mere poetry gathering in Nanyang, Young Master Li has actually graced us with his presence. How fortunate we are!"

The pages of poetry beneath Li Haoran's feet seemed to flutter like wings, gently lifting him onto the high platform. The pale yellow page, like a bird, disappeared into the space between his brows.

He landed gracefully before Li Yuecheng, like a celestial being, and bowed slightly to Li Yuecheng, the five great prodigies, and Dai Shucheng: "I was merely touring the Jiangnan region of the Great Universe and had no intention of making a public appearance. However, I just witnessed the people of Nanyang behaving rather excessively enthusiastically towards a seven-colored poem, so I decided to say a few words to this person!"

He tilted one of his fingers slightly, pointing at Zhou Wenju.