How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

"You..." The last word entered Zhou Wenju's mind, carrying an indescribable struggle, and then there was no more.

She didn't know what to say.

Her mind was in complete chaos...

Everything that had been done for the Nanyang Poetry Festival had come to a successful conclusion.

Tonight was originally supposed to be a night of celebration.

But at this final moment, you actually gambled with someone, and even staked your own cultural heritage.

I trust your past practices.

Even the most intractable problems, you solved them in a way that left me completely convinced. But why did you behave so abnormally today?

I've already told you, Li Haoran is definitely a key link in their scheme.

Do you still have illusions about him?

King Rulan, Grand Elder of the Mohist School, Poet...

Which company isn't full of cunning old foxes?

How could their carefully laid trap not be fully prepared?

You hastily accepted the offer...

You are facing a "change of course" that is completely incompatible with your poetic heritage.

The boundaries of the sacred path have been explored year after year by countless people.

Even if you spend your entire life trying, you might not be able to break through the boundary even a fraction.

You're gambling your future and destiny against these three super powers with a thousand-year history!

You probably think you can go sea fishing anytime, and that even if you lose your fishing rod, you can still fish. That's a complete misunderstanding of the basic rules...

Could this really be the reason?

The more Mo Ziyi thought about it, the more panicked she became.

Perhaps it really is true.

His foundation in literature was ultimately shallow. He acquired his literary talent too easily and had no idea that once it was lost, the true essence of the sacred path could never be regained...

However, it was all too late.

The oath of Heaven has taken effect.

"Wonderful!" Li Haoran laughed, and with a flick of his wrist, a long sword appeared out of nowhere.

The sword fell, descending from the void!

This sword is merely a scholar's sword.

However, when the sword light appeared, he exuded the aura of a sword immortal.

Using a sword as a pen and gold paper as paper, the sword dances like a dragon and a snake on the gold paper, writing a poem...

Poem Title: "The Long Sword's Lament"

"A sharp blade cuts through the autumn light, its cold gleam sweeps across the vast expanse..."

"Two lines of poetry?"

Why six characters?

The crowd below was shocked.

Poems can be five-character, seven-character, or even four-character; however, among all the poems recorded in the world that have attained the divine light of literature, there has never been a six-character poem.

Li Haoran, a poetic prodigy who deeply understands the principles of poetry, wrote a poem in six-character lines!

Li Haoran flicked his longsword, and the next two lines flowed forth with the sword: "The dragon roars and howls again from its sheath, and the floating clouds share the coolness for ten thousand miles!"

The longsword was sheathed, and a silver light appeared!

A silver disc swirls above this poem, seemingly conveying a sense of surprise.

Suddenly, a ray of silver light appeared, and above the poem, it was as if a new path had opened up, the path being three fingers wide, an incredibly bizarre image of the literary path.

"Silver Light Poem?" The younger generation below couldn't believe it.

It was not that I was surprised by the poem's radiant literary light, but rather by the fact that it was only a single ray of silver light.

In ordinary circumstances, a poem written in silver light would naturally elicit applause, but in such an extremely high-end setting as today, it is clearly insufficient.

The seventh son of the esteemed Poet Saint, a prodigy in poetry who claimed to have written a seven-colored poem at the age of fifteen, actually wrote a poem of silver light? How utterly shameful!

However, from the high platform, cheers erupted!

Li Yuecheng stood up: "The 'Collection of Poetic Principles,' comprising 3,700 volumes and containing millions of masterpieces imbued with the brilliance of the sacred Way of literature, contains not a single six-character poem. Today, Young Master Li's 'Ode to the Long Sword' is the first six-character poem to radiate the sacred light of the Way of Literature—a pioneering work!"

"Heaven has recognized the opening of the new path! Look!" The Poetry Maniac pointed directly at the three-finger-wide blue light band on the poem, his expression extremely excited.

"To forge a new path upon the path of poetry, this is the ultimate transformation!" Dai Shucheng stroked the tip of his beard and bowed deeply. "With the direct descendants of the Sage of Poetry taking action, they have broadened the path pioneered by our ancestors. I am filled with admiration, and I believe the Sage himself would be greatly pleased!"

In an instant, the entire stage was filled with congratulations.

The reactions from those on the platform and from the people below were two extremes.

The public reaction was not strong, but the reaction from the high-ranking officials was surprisingly strong.

Why is this happening?

People with different positions will have different perspectives on issues.

Among the hundred-person audience below, a young person quietly asked an elder, "Is a six-character poem really that remarkable?"

The old man replied, "Poetry has its own rules. A six-character poem is not simply a matter of arbitrarily subtracting one character from a seven-character poem or arbitrarily adding one character to a five-character poem. How to establish the rules, how to determine the rhyme scheme, how to determine the tonal patterns—these are all tests. If the tests are not passed, the divine light of literature will not appear. Since the divine light of literature has appeared, it means that this poem is indeed a 'change' approved by the Way of Heaven! A light touch, a casual opening of a new path—such is the depth of a poet's skill..."

Accompanied by a deep sigh.

Li Haoran turned slightly, turning his gaze from the surrounding chorus of praise to Zhou Wenju.

Beside Zhou Wenju, the woman in purple was deathly pale.

She knew, of course, how difficult it was for Wen Dao to forge a new path.

That is the most difficult thing on the path to sainthood.

She also knew that the poem written by the person in front of her was not a good poem in the true sense, and even carried a condescending and sarcastic tone—his long sword cut through time and space, he asserted that the floating clouds were all cold, and the meaning behind his words was clear: he was the only one who mattered, and others were nothing.

However, Heaven has recognized him as the first to write a six-character poem. Indeed, this is true. While many have written six-character poems, only this one has achieved such literary brilliance so far!

This is a really big problem.

Zhou Wenju possessed an astonishing talent for poetry, capable of spontaneously composing colorful poems.

But can he pave a new path for literature?

Absolutely impossible!

He's doomed if he can't find a new path!

Once he loses, all his cards are gone, and even if he writes another colorful poem, it won't bring back everything he's lost...

This is what a poet is like!

This is the imperial dynasty!

This is their strategy to eradicate the problem completely!

Regardless, they were determined to nip him in the bud, and she was helpless in the face of this situation.

"I have fulfilled the wager!" Li Haoran pointed his longsword directly at Zhou Wenju: "How... will you accept?"

All eyes in the room turned to Zhou Wenju.

Everyone imagined that the kid should be completely flustered at this moment.

However, to everyone's disappointment!

Zhou Wenju smiled faintly: "A six-character poem and three points on a new path, and you're already showing off like this? This proves that your so-called profound knowledge is nothing more than that!"

"Haha, a new road with three fingers, nothing to be surprised about?" Li Haoran laughed heartily.

"Indeed, it's not surprising!" Zhou Wenju said lazily.

"Then please, sir, transform yourself!" Li Haoran said in a deep voice, "Let the whole world see for themselves what kind of person you are!"

"You want to see what kind of person I am? The person behind you probably wants to see what kind of person I am too!" Zhou Wenju slowly withdrew his gaze from the distance. "Very well, today I will show you what kind of person I am!"

He stretched out his hand, and the precious pen was in his grasp!

Upon seeing this expression, everyone in the city suddenly had a strange feeling.

That's the person in front of me; at this moment, he seems like a completely different person.

Before, he was like an elegant scrap of fabric wrapped in a thick winter coat. After saying that, he took off the winter coat and truly revealed his sharp edge!

He flicked his wrist, picked up his pen, and wrote...

"I am a wanderer of Qingdu's mountains and rivers..."

Li Haoran laughed: "Haha, just as I thought, a lowly country bumpkin!"

Zhou Wenju continued:

"Heaven has ordained me to be unrestrained and wild..."

Li Haoran's laughter stopped abruptly.

Such a magnificent and exquisite work?

Zhou Wenju's pen did not stop, and the last two lines were written: "He once approved the grants for rain and wind, and repeatedly borrowed the seals for clouds and moon."

As soon as he put down his pen, golden light shimmered at the tip.

On the high platform, everyone was completely silent.

No matter how much they wanted Zhou Wenju to lose, they had to admit that his poem was truly unparalleled in its grandeur, wildness of language, and ingenuity of conception.

Even the Heavenly Dao gave it a golden glow.

However, at least one person felt a sudden sinking feeling in their heart, and that person was Mo Ziyi.

She is a semi-master of literature and Taoism.

How could she not recognize its value?

She certainly knew how good the poem was, but the competition wasn't about how good the poem was, but about forging a new path!

It's useless that your poem is superior to Li Haoran's!

You need to forge a new path!

But these twenty-eight characters are a standard seven-character poem, so where has it changed?

She could see it, and so could the others on the platform.

A smile appeared on Li Yuecheng's face.

The cold sweat on the backs of the others finally began to evaporate...

Today, it felt like a rollercoaster ride, but finally, the dust has settled.

The prodigy before them, whose poetry once made them sweat, was finally about to face the point of losing his literary talent and being expelled from the literary path...

however……

Zhou Wenju's pen hadn't stopped yet!

The pen fell, and the next word fell...

"Ten thousand poems,"

A thousand cups of wine,

How often have I ever paid attention to princes and kings?

I'm too lazy to return to the jade towers and golden palaces.

Let us adorn ourselves with plum blossoms and revel in the beauty of Luoyang!

As the brush touched the paper, streaks of colorful light appeared, making it difficult to discern the exact color...

The light of literature and morality is elusive, its source unknown...

"What's going on?"

"Is it difficult to judge the law of heaven?"

"Such a strange situation has never occurred before..."

Mo Ziyi's back was covered in cold sweat: "Young Master Zhou, your poem..."

"This isn't poetry!" Zhou Wenju exclaimed. "This is ci! The first ci ever created in this world! I've named this ci title: 'Partridge Sky'!"

As soon as the words fell, the precious brush came down, and the title of the poem was written on the manuscript: "Partridge Sky".