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

Chapter 912 The Grand Competition at Caifeng Hall (12)

Like flames, Huang Xi returned to her original form on the phoenix tree, but the flames on her body kept leaping and refused to settle down.

Recalling her experience with the sable, she flapped her wings fiercely and roared, "Outrageous!"

She wanted to kick the sycamore tree to vent her anger, but then she remembered that this tree was the reward she had earned after decades of collecting folk songs, so she couldn't bear to part with it. Instead, she plucked a leaf and put it in her mouth, chewing it while cursing, "Outrageous!"

Because she was unhappy, she felt resentful towards the spirit world and wished she could delete it immediately.

But before deleting it, she wanted to eat something good and then rest properly, repeating this process until her anger subsided.

When she was in a bad mood, she wanted to eat, and after eating, she wanted to rest. Huang Xi would eat and sleep repeatedly until she was woken up by the wind.

Opening her eyes, she saw bamboo slips floating in front of her, and the voice of the head of Caifeng Hall rang in her ears through the bamboo slips: "Huang Xi, how is the preparation of the new poem going?"

Huang Xi was shocked and quickly checked his records, only to find that he had actually slept for two days.

In the past two days, the hall master sent people to look for her several times, but seeing that she stayed at home, he assumed she was collecting poems and was disturbing her.

But now that the time for the poetry competition at the Thirty-Six Collection Halls has come has finally arrived, and it can no longer be delayed.

Seeing the tight deadline, Huang Xi felt so nervous her blood ran cold.

She wanted to bite the bullet and say that she hadn't prepared anything, but she immediately heard the hall master say, "The poem you received before was very interesting. I have already submitted it as a preliminary work for the competition. However, one poem is not enough. You need to submit a few more."

"I have high expectations for you this time. I hope you can produce more excellent poems so that others can witness the prowess of the Huang family."

Now, Huang Xi really didn't dare say he wasn't prepared.

Looking at the already opened Spirit Realm, Huang Xi hesitated for a long time, but in the end, her desire to help the Hall Master prevailed, and she let her enter the Spirit Realm to submit her questions.

Before long, the spiritual realm began to operate, a large amount of magical power began to burn, and through a mysterious mechanism, the words were continuously combined, eventually producing the answer that Huang Xi wanted.

Upon seeing the poems produced by the Spirit Realm, Huang Xi immediately took a look and found that the previous problems still existed.

The poem's meter was perfect, and it flowed smoothly from her lips. But the more she read, the stronger the sense of disjointedness became, making her increasingly nauseous.

However, it must be said that these poems are the closest to those of the ancient sages. Their charm and style are almost identical to those of the ancient sages, to the point that even Huang Xi could hardly tell the difference.

The words of the old man resurfaced, making her wonder: Could it be that the ancient sage also used the spiritual realm to compose poetry?

But how is this possible?

The sense of incongruity grew stronger, but time was of the essence. The hall master's bamboo slips had already flown over again, urging her to quickly hand over the poems she had collected.

Without time to think it over, Huang Xili could only bring the poems and go to Caifeng Hall, where she found that all the members of the Huang Clan's Caifeng Hall had already gathered.

Upon seeing Huang Xi enter, the head of the Huang clan, who was sitting at the head of the table, smiled slightly and then pointed to the empty futon in front of him, saying, "Come, here."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Huang Xi immediately held her breath and carefully manipulated her legs, which had transformed into human form, to slowly walk in front of the hall master and cautiously sit down.

Although it was only a few dozen feet long, it took her a long time to walk that distance.

Only after sitting cross-legged and confirming that she had made no mistakes did she breathe a sigh of relief and nod to the hall master. Receiving Huang Xi's hint, the hall master finally relaxed, then stood up and said loudly, "Everyone, today is the Huang Clan's Inspiration Hall's Inspiration Competition, aimed at understanding the thoughts and intentions of the ancient sages, and ultimately reaching their level."

The hall master's voice carried the slowness and steadiness characteristic of the elderly, as well as a sense of calm and indifference, sounding as if an ancient sage had descended, perfectly imitating his tone.

After saying this, he picked up a bamboo slip: "An ancient sage once said that all beings need to seek happiness, and poetry can bring happiness, so all beings need to seek poetry. The significance of Caifeng Hall is to carry out the teachings of the ancient sages and pursue poetry to the end."

The bamboo slips submitted by everyone were gathered together, including the poem brought by Huang Xi. In order to quickly send Huang Xi's poem into the pool, the hall master even made an exception and used his magic, but no one really cared about such a thing.

The wind blew the bamboo strips, letting the sound of poetry echo in the room.

Amidst the ethereal sounds of poetry, Huang Xi heard a vast collection of poems gathered together, with various familiar and unfamiliar voices echoing in his ears, plunging those around him into a state of blissful intoxication.

In the past, Huang Xihui, like everyone else, would enter a state of spiritual emptiness, using this numbing state to comprehend the thoughts of the ancient sages.

But now, she finds herself unable to enter no matter what she does, and can only close her eyes and pretend that she is immersed in it.

As time went by, the surrounding noise decreased.

The monks present were making choices unconsciously, filtering the poems they had recently collected.

Some bad poems were unconsciously deleted, while those with beautiful meter were kept. As the selection process continued, the noise in the wind gradually diminished, until only the voices of a few poems remained to echo.

When only ten poems remained, gasps of amazement arose.

The head of the Phoenix Clan opened his eyes and saw the ten bamboo slips floating in the air. He nodded in satisfaction.

This time, Huang Xi's poems occupied five spots, which filled the hall master, Huang Xi's elder, with honor and pride.

Various gazes flocked to Huang Xi, some with blessings from friends, others with jealousy from enemies. These gazes pleased the Huang Clan Master, who looked at Huang Xi with even greater kindness.

After scanning the remaining ten poems, the Huang Clan Master said softly, "Everyone, the matter is settled, the result is in. Does anyone have any questions about this?"

Seeing that no one questioned it, the hall master said with a smile, "In that case, our Phoenix Clan's Collection Hall will use these five poems to participate in the competition of the Thirty-Six Halls. You can all rest now."

Congratulations and well wishes rang out as everyone began to appreciate the ten poems, exchanging their thoughts and understanding the divine will.

After the competition came the banquet. After the toasts and laughter, everyone dispersed. The hall master reviewed the poem sent by Huang Xi with satisfaction, and then inadvertently frowned.

The four poems bear obvious traces of ancient sages, but one of them only captures the form but not the spirit, making it unpleasant to read.

The fact that such poems could be selected was something that the head of the Phoenix Clan couldn't understand at all.

"This poem was written by Lin Yuan... Where did he come from? Oh well, it's just a worthless poem, it won't amount to anything. And judging from the annotation, he's a living person? In that case, should we invite him to the competition tomorrow?"

Despite thinking this way, the hall master still felt a little uneasy.

With a slight smile, he suppressed the thought and began to look forward to the Thirty-Six Halls Grand Competition the next day.

(End of this chapter)