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

Chapter 910 Not-So-Smart (22)

Turning her head, Huang Xi looked at the hall master with a puzzled expression, then used her hand to adjust her face to show surprise: "Hall Master, why do you say that?"

The hall master stared intently at the bamboo slips engraved with the poems of the spiritual realm. After a long while, he said with emotion, "The first poem is metrically rigorous, with elegant diction and beautiful language. It is well-deserved to be ranked second, and I estimate that it will remain in that position for a long time. Your discovery of this poem is a great achievement."

Huang Xi forced a smile, then asked, puzzled, "Then why wasn't the second one good?"

"The second poem is obviously written by a beginner, and the words are more like a story, forgetting the artistic conception that poetry should have. No good. In the future, don't post the second poem."

Space under the eaves is limited; only one thousand poems can be hung in Caifeng Hall. Any extras must be taken down and stored in the warehouse.

Only those that consistently rank at the top can be included in the "Odes to the Wind" and offered to the ancient sages as part of the ritual.

After the explanation was finished, the hall master listened quietly for a while, then nodded in admiration and said, "No matter how many times I hear it, I feel that this poem is really well written. Who wrote this poem? Is there a record?"

"Um... I don't know."

"What a pity. Never mind, you can continue collecting and hanging them up. Our Huang family is only considered middle-class among the thirty-six halls of folk songs, but if you can bring a few more, we can take the top spot next time."

Patting Huang Xi on the shoulder, the hall master said softly, "When the time comes, I can move up a bit, and you can move up a bit too."

Hearing the hall master's words stirred Huang Xi's heart, and the gloom of her second defeat immediately disappeared, making her excited to return. Then she couldn't wait to open the Spirit Realm.

"Lingjing, the poem you wrote before was very good. Could you write another one for me?"

[My master has asked me to continue writing poetry in the same style as before, which means he seems to like it very much. So, may I ask, what kind of style do you prefer?]

"Prosody and word choice."

"I understand. I will compose a few poems, and you can choose a direction for them. Because I cannot connect to the supernatural network, I need your help to filter them, is that alright?"

"Ok!"

In the blink of an eye, a large number of poems appeared, each with strict meter and beautiful diction, making them excellent poems.

But after looking at it for a while, Huang Xi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

She couldn't quite describe the feeling, but she felt like she wasn't reading poetry, but some kind of literary garbage.

"Gemstone," "ripples," "rainbow," "eternity"... these seemingly gorgeous but actually meaningless words piled up one after another, making her feel extremely bored.

Looking at the poem Lingjing wrote and then at the poem Lin Yuan gave her, she sensed something was amiss.

After reading Lingjing's poems a few times, I got tired of them, but Lin Yuan's poems allowed me to slowly uncover their deeper charm, making me want to read them more often.

Therefore, instead of sending the poems directly to Caifeng Hall, she took the two poems with her, transformed into rainbow light, left the Pure Land, and flew to Lin Yuan's side.

Unfortunately, she didn't see Lin Yuan this time; she only saw Yao Guang chatting with another colorful person.

Upon seeing this person, Huang Xi immediately sounded the alarm. Approaching him, she asked sternly, "Where are you from? Don't you know this is my field research area? Whose family are you?"

When asked, Diao Ye, who was chewing on an orange-flavored apple, stared blankly for a long time before saying to Yao Guang, "Who is this guy? He came in so fiercely. Seniors, who have you offended this time?"

"Don't make me sound like Lin Yuan," Yao Guang said, dissatisfied. "I've been drifting through half my life, and lately I've been plagued by misfortune. Half of it is Lin Yuan's fault. If anyone has offended someone, it's Lin Yuan, not me."

Huang Xi looked at Yao Guang in surprise: "You can talk!" "See! I knew she would say that! Damn it, why is everyone like this! I knew all my troubles were caused by Lin Yuan!"

After finishing her rant, Yao Guang sighed helplessly and then said to Huang Xi, "The reasons are complicated, but you know I can talk. Besides, this is Lord Diao, not your companion; he's a local."

"You still say she's not my companion? Isn't she a weasel?"

"Your area has quite a variety of sentient beings. No, I mean proper beings from both the upper and lower realms. Huang Xi, what are you doing here? Didn't we give you the Spirit Realm?"

Yao Guang didn't have much affection for Huang Xi.

Poor aesthetic sense, bad fashion sense, and no awareness of their own lack of entertainment value—they're just not pleasing to the eye.

Moreover, because they are demons, Cyber ​​Star Junlan cannot accept their beliefs, making them a completely negative asset.

As the Holy King of the Demonic Sect, Yao Guang is indifferent to the righteous faction, but she cares a lot about the Nine Provinces.

Cultivators from both the upper and lower realms belong to the same human race and share the same cultural identity, so there is no problem in accepting each other.

However, the demon race is a different race after all, with a completely different cultural background and race. It is already a testament to Yao Guang's composure that she did not kill them.

However, Huang Xi seemed oblivious to Yao Guang's resistance and continued, "Here's what happened: I was using the Spirit Realm to compose poetry, and the poems I made were quite good."

"Isn't that great? Why come here at all?"

"But I feel there's something wrong with the poems I wrote. I don't find them very pleasant; they make me feel nauseous after reading them for a while."

Yao Guang really didn't want to answer Huang Xi's question, so she pulled Diao Ye over and said, "You, go and answer this question."

"Me?" Lord Mink pointed to his nose and asked incredulously, "I dropped out of elementary school, and you want me to answer this question?"

“Then go back to school. I remember Xu Zifan is running an elementary school tutoring class now. He’ll definitely be very happy if you go there.”

"Come on. I went to his class once, and he got so angry that he wrote down every swear word he could ever use in his diary. But his vocabulary is pretty limited; he just keeps repeating the same few words over and over."

"You've started exchanging diaries? What kind of game is this? Okay, choose one: answer a question or go to elementary school?"

After much hesitation between going to elementary school and answering the question, Mink finally said, "Alright, I'll answer this question. But wait a minute, I'll go get my friend."

Upon receiving the message from Lord Diao, Yun Jianxian happily ran over in no time.

She tossed her schoolbag aside and exclaimed happily, "I've been so bored! I don't have to go to that elementary school anymore. What's up, Mink Master? Who are we going to chop up?"

Seeing the two students who hadn't even finished elementary school, Huang Xi remained silent for a while, then asked softly, "Yao Guang, I have a feeling that you don't really like me?"

"How did you get it?"

"You hired two elementary school students; I can tell that at a glance."

"Then congratulations, your intelligence is fine. Alright, these two are people favored by heaven from both the upper and lower realms. With them here, they can definitely answer your questions. You don't need to bother me anymore."

After saying that, Yao Guang left immediately, leaving only Huang Xi and two people who didn't seem very smart.

(End of this chapter)