Chapter 839 Xiaoyangzi, can you write poetry?
Lotus Tower is very famous among the literati in the imperial city.
First of all, it has the background of Mei Zong. Mei Zong is a righteous and super-grade sect. Anyone who can enter Mei Zong is qualified to be called "beautiful person". Mei Zong also attaches great importance to Hehua Tower and regards Hehua Tower as a sect. As part of the disciple's practice, you can imagine how beautiful the people in the Lotus Tower are.
Secondly, the people in the Hehua Building are indeed very talented, and even the people from the Hanlin Academy may not be able to compare with them. If the article is recognized by the Hehua Building, it will soon become famous in the imperial city.
Of course, the Immortal Fairy doesn't care about this, she just comes to watch for fun.
Today is the Lantern Festival, and the Lotus Building is even busier than usual.
The Lotus Building does not have the strong rouge smell of an ordinary brothel. On the contrary, it is more like a paradise as elegant as a chrysanthemum, with gentlemen and ladies coming and going.
There are also female cultivators wearing bright long skirts flying in the air. The skirts are long and wide, swaying in the wind, and playing the pipa. They have the beauty of an exotic Buddhist country.
The Immortal Fairy also saw many people who were beaten by him in Luotian Forest.
Regardless of the level of cultivation of the young masters in the Imperial City, in terms of what they are good at, they are definitely the most comprehensive. When they were young, they learned cultivation knowledge, Confucianism and Taoism in private schools, and were proficient in both civil and military affairs.
If you don't learn Confucianism and Taoism, don't know a few lines of classical Chinese, poetry, etc., and if you meet a very powerful person in the future, you will only say "fuck you, that's awesome", that would be too shameful.
The Lotus Tower is a serious place, there is no such thing as a bed, so it is not surprising even if a woman comes to the Lotus Tower.
Meng Jingyu's curiosity is no less than that of the Immortal Fairy. She looks at the beauties who have their own merits with curiosity and envy.
“The sisters are all so beautiful.”
"Is there any?" Immortal Fairy didn't feel anything at all. She thought that the Meizong disciples were just average in appearance, and they couldn't even be ranked among the top ten beauties in ancient times, let alone compare themselves with the top ten beauties in ancient times.
"You little girl will definitely be prettier than them all when she grows up." Immortal Fairy said seriously. She has always been very accurate in judging people, and she liked this little girl who praised her handsome fighting style. She gave Meng Jingyu a doting shave. Meng Jingyu blushed and lowered her head, snoring like a mosquito.
Meng Jingzhou, who just walked in: "..."
No, Immortal Senior, can you please stop saying such disgusting things with Lu Yang’s face? I don’t feel comfortable with it.
Lu Yang, who was sparring with the Invincible Infant in the spiritual space, also temporarily stopped practicing and looked at the Immortal Fairy with a strange expression.
Fairy, do you know what the difference between men and women is?
“Oh, Brother Lu is here too?” Luo Wushuang noticed that Lu Yang had arrived at the Lotus Tower, and his state had returned to the early stage of becoming a god.
“Is Lu Yang here?”
“That Lu Yang who showed off his power in Luotian Forest?”
“Where where?”
Not long after the Battle of Luotian Forest ended, everyone still remembered that battle. Even those who did not participate in that battle had heard of it.
"It's so lively upstairs." The Immortal Fairy raised his head and looked at the highest floor of the Lotus Building. Luo Wushuang was standing on the highest floor, holding on to the railing to greet him.
"Brother Lu, why don't you go up and take a look? I heard that Ye Mengyin, a true disciple of Meizong, came to the Lotus Tower to practice. He is on the top floor." Zhong Yi encouraged Lu Yang to go upstairs again.
The Immortal Fairy still ignored Zhong Yi and held Meng Jingyu's little hand upstairs.
Meng Jingzhou raised his eyebrows, feeling that Zhong Yi had bad intentions, but the immortal wanted to go upstairs, how dare he stop him.
“Brother Meng is here too.” Luo Wushuang bowed his hands and invited Meng Jingzhou and others to sit at his table.
Compared with when he was in Luotian Forest, the clothes he wore in Lotus Tower were more elegant and formal, and his whole person looked more elegant.
"What are you doing?" Meng Jingzhou noticed that the top floor of the Lotus Building was full of literati and poets. At the end was a layer of green gauze. Behind the green gauze, there was a female cultivator sitting and playing the piano. The sound of the piano tinkled like a spring breeze.
Luo Wushuang was stunned: "Brother Meng, don't you know? I thought you were also here for Ye Mengyin."
Meng Jingzhou knows Ye Mengyin, she is a beauty who is on par with Junior Sister Tao. At the Dao Dao Ceremony, Ye Mengyin participated as the representative of the middle stage of Mei Zong Jin Dan, and her opponent was Meng Jingzhou.
Luo Wushuang saw that Meng Jingzhou really didn't know, so he explained: "Ye Mengyin has just arrived at the Lotus House for only half a month, and she has become the oiran of the Lotus House. People spend a lot of money to see her."
“But I am a direct disciple of Mei Zong, and it is said that I have the background of Venerable Qianjiao, so how can I be short of spiritual stones?”
Ye Mengyin's dance is not only beautiful, but also of great benefit to cultivation.
Luo Wushuang pursed her lips and gestured to Meng Jingzhou to look at the group of people sitting: "No, it's been five days, and no one has written a poem that satisfies her."
“Today is the Shangyuan Festival, and Ye Mengyin requested that today’s poems should be related to the Shangyuan Festival.”
The people who come here are not all here for Ye Mengyin’s dance, there are also many people who come here to become famous in the Imperial City.
While talking, someone handed the written poem to the maid, and the maid handed it to Ye Mengyin behind Qingsha.
“The full moon is like daylight, the Lantern Festival is bustling in the market, the laughter is hidden in lantern riddles, and the glutinous rice **** are warm and soft.”
Ye Mengyin read the poem softly, and then continued to play the piano.
Everyone burst out laughing, this was just an ordinary limerick, and it was too embarrassing to appear in the Lotus Tower.
The person who wrote that poem fled.
唰!
Zhong Yi opened the fan vigorously, looked at Lu Yang, and laughed softly: "Brother Lu, as a disciple of Taoist Wuyu, you should be proficient in poetry. Why don't you try one?"
“I think I didn’t say Taoist, but he left several famous poems in Hehualou.”
He expected that Lu Yang was talented in cultivation and knew nothing about Confucianism, otherwise he had never heard of it before.
If Lu Yang fails to write poems, it will only add to the jokes and turn into a joke.
The Immortal Fairy wondered: "When did I become proficient in poetry?"
Zhong Yi was at a loss for words. He didn't expect the Immortal Fairy to admit it so straightforwardly, and all his subsequent provocation plans were useless.
“Since Brother Lu is timid and unwilling to try, why not let me give it a try?” said the person behind Zhong Yi, looking at the Immortal Fairy with a little contempt.
Only then did the Immortal Fairy notice that there was someone following Zhong Yi.
The Immortal Fairy pointed at the man and showed a look of realization: "Oh, I remember you, you were beaten by me in Luotian Forest!"
Just mediocre combat power, no impression.
In the spiritual space, Lu Yang reluctantly introduced the other party's identity to the Immortal Fairy: "His name is Yang Changbin. His father is a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy. He himself is a Confucian monk. It is said that he can write at the age of three, poetry at the age of five, and he can write at the age of ten. He is famous in the imperial city for his writing articles and poems."
Zhong Yi specially brought Yang Changbin here and invited him to come to the Lotus Tower to write poems. He happened to see Lu Yang also in the Lotus Tower, so he thought of making Lu Yang lose face when he wrote poems. As a comparison, he asked Yang Changbin to come up.
Unfortunately, Lu Yang saw his plan and was not fooled.
“It’s Yang Changbin!”
“Damn it, why is he here too!”
Yang Changbin's fame was greater than Lu Yang imagined. Everyone saw Yang Changbin's regretful expression, as if Yang Changbin could win Ye Mengyin's dance by just writing poems.
Yang Changbin showed a confident smile. He had heard about the topic proposed by Ye Mengyin long before he came and had thought up the poems.
He ordered people to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, write a poem with pen and ink, and asked the maid to hand it over.
Ye Mengyin, who was behind Qingsha, stopped playing the piano again and read poems softly. It was rare for her to comment after finishing reading.
"It's a pity that the words are good, but the rhetoric is too gorgeous, which makes it worse."
Everyone burst out laughing. After hearing Ye Mengyin read the poem, they all thought it was a famous piece that would be favored by Ye Mengyin. Who would have thought that Ye Mengyin would comment without mercy.
Yang Changbin became angry from embarrassment and turned around to glare at everyone, especially the immortal fairy who laughed the loudest.
“Brother Lu laughs so loudly, I must have an article in mind, you might as well write it down and let me see it later!”
The Immortal Fairy scratched his head and quickly entered the spiritual space to seek help from Goldfinger.
“Xiaoyangzi, can you write poetry?”
Lu Yang hesitated: "Writing poetry is difficult for me, but if you want to memorize a few poems to support the scene, there are some."
(End of this chapter)