Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 908 Who Deserves More (22)

Lin Yuan casually wrote a poem, handed it to Huang Xi, and asked, "What do you think of this?"

Upon receiving the poem, Huang Xi exclaimed before even reading its contents, "Lin Yuan, you learn so quickly! You already know how to play in our Blissful Realm."

"Actually, I don't understand. What exactly are the rules?"

"It's like you write a poem, I write a poem, and then we critique each other's work. In the end, whoever writes the best poem wins. But everyone else is a master poet, and I've never won."

Looking at the embarrassed Huang Xi, Lin Yuan muttered to himself, "Have they all lost their sense of aesthetics? Even the Blissful Realm has problems."

"What did you say?"

"It's alright, go ahead and enjoy it."

"Okay... damn, that's awesome!"

After reading the poem more than a dozen times, Huang Xi was completely shocked and couldn't recover for a long time.

"The tonal pattern is extremely well-arranged, the word choice is flawless, and the language is both elegant and charming. This poem is wonderful! Master Lin, may I use your poem when I'm doing my field research?"

"Use it however you like," Lin Yuan sighed. "Now I know just how off your level of appreciation has gone."

Yao Guang curiously leaned closer, wanting to see what Huang Xi had chosen as a good poem.

But after reading it, she couldn't help but say, "Aba (Isn't this a nursery rhyme? At most, it rhymes a little)!"

"You think it's great too?" Huang Xi asked excitedly. "I think so too!"

"Abba (That's not what I meant!)!"

"Thank you both very much. My field research for today is complete. I'll go back and get something to eat first, and then I'll ask if you can come visit our Paradise Realm. There are so many things to do there, I'm sure you'll have a great time!"

Although he had no hope, Lin Yuan still asked, "What kind of things are there?"

"There are solo poetry gatherings, group poetry gatherings, bathhouse poetry gatherings, and beach poetry gatherings. My favorite is the couple-selection poetry gathering; I always see some good ones every time I go."

Covering his head, Lin Yuan sighed, "I knew it. I shouldn't have had any illusions about your place. Alright, let's go back now."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Lin Yuan suddenly thought of something and tossed the jade slip containing the Spirit Realm spells to Huang Xi.

Holding the jade slip, Huang Xi asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"Jade slip."

"I do know about jade slips, but I'm asking what's inside them?"

"Spirit Realm. You can think of it as a tool that automatically generates poems. This is my improved offline version, which already stores a large amount of magic power. As long as you input your poem, you can get a large number of similar poems."

"Really? Although I don't believe it, thank you very much, Master Lin. I'll go back and report now, and we can talk again tomorrow."

Having said that, Huang Xi excitedly transformed into a stream of flames, flew into the sky, and headed towards a distant planet.

The Upper and Lower Realms are currently heading towards Kyushu. On their journey, the Blissful Realm happens to be passing by and will brush past both the Upper and Lower Realms.

As time goes by, the two worlds will gradually draw closer, then drift further apart, and eventually never intersect again.

According to the leader's calculations, this process will take at least twenty days.

During these twenty days, they can freely communicate with the upper and lower realms, conveying their favorite entertainment activities through poetry.

They believed that this game was the best form of entertainment, the kind of entertainment that everyone should enjoy, and there was no reason why it shouldn't spread.

Back on the planet, Huang Xi shed her external form.

Her distorted features were smoothed out, and red, flame-like feathers grew out, covering her entire body.

The human form gradually dissipated, revealing its original phoenix form, and then it burst into flames in its own home.

Curled up in the paulownia tree, Huang Xi took a breath, then picked up the poem she had received from Lin Yuan and began to read it with great relish. After several readings, she reluctantly finished reading Lin Yuan's poem, and then began to fiddle with the jade slip Lin Yuan had given her.

The spiritual magic set was unearthed, and the wondrous talismans began to operate under the influence of magical power.

A line of text appeared before Huang Xi: 【Hello, I sense this is your first time using the Spirit Realm. Would you like me to explain how to use it?】

Huang Xi was startled when she saw this.

She had seen and used jade slips before, but this was the first time she had ever seen a jade slip that could be used to directly greet someone.

However, she soon realized that the question was not asked by the jade slip, but by the spell group within it.

Curious, Huang Xi leaned closer and carefully observed the magic array in front of him.

Numerous talismans circulated within, their unpredictable effects shifting, making the entire spell set both mysterious and captivating.

After thinking for a moment, she asked with some skepticism, "Excuse me, can you write poetry?"

Sorry, I cannot connect to the Shentong Network here, so I cannot access any more content. Could you explain to me what poetry is?

"Well... you can see for yourself."

She sent the poems she had collected into the spell, and Huang Xi saw the words of the poems being devoured one by one by the spell group. Unknown talismans were operating within it, constantly analyzing the content of the poems and then transforming it into their own content.

A massive amount of magical power was burning, so much so that even Huang Xi felt a pang of heartache, but he could only watch helplessly as this magical power became fuel, driving the analysis and structural poetry of the spiritual realm.

Fifteen minutes later, the analysis finally ended, and the words from the spiritual realm were pieced together: "I understand now, is poetry just a collection of flowery phrases?"

"No, it has a format."

So, it's about piling up fancy words according to a certain format, right?

"No, it's just... well, it seems so."

"I understand now. What do you want me to do? Help you write a poem, or help you analyze something?"

"Hmm... let's write a poem first."

[Okay, Master is asking me to write poems for her. Based on the information I gathered beforehand, poetry is a literary form with a fixed framework, constantly piling up flowery language. So I can use a lot of ornate language to make sure it sounds good in the end. The first one…]

Ornate language begins to emerge, each word like carefully applied gold leaf, slowly adhering to the skeleton.

In the blink of an eye, a poem was completed, leaving Huang Xi wide-eyed.

Can poetry be written this quickly?

Moreover, Huang Xi was even more shocked after reading it.

Is it possible to do this well?!

In some ways, the poems written by the other party were even more exquisite and ornate than those written by Lin Yuan before.

If Lin Yuan's poems are likened to formal attire, then this poem is like a magnificent robe, adorned with exquisite gems and beautiful patterns, making it irresistible.

After watching for a while, Huang Xi felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

After comparing Lin Yuan's poems, Huang Xi found that Lin Yuan's poems also piled up fancy words, but they still told a relatively simple story, allowing her to imagine the content after reading them.

However, Lingjing's poems are completely empty and lack any real meaning.

This discovery left Huang Xi utterly perplexed.

If judged solely on format, then Lingjing's is undoubtedly better.

But from a feeling perspective, Lingjing's poems lacked a certain emotional impact, making her almost unwilling to read them a second time.

Which poem is better and more worthy of being submitted?
(End of this chapter)