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

Chapter 915 He gave too much (22)

"No." Suppressing his displeasure, Lin Yuan replied, "In fact, being too human makes people a little uncomfortable."

"Why do you say that?"

“I’m speaking frankly, please don’t take offense. You originally had your own prototype, but you insisted on imitating human form. The more you imitate, the stronger that inhuman feeling becomes, and the easier it is for people to discover that you are not human. So the more you imitate, the less human you become.”

"That sounds to make some sense," the old man said, stroking his goatee.

Lan immediately turned her face away: "Stop touching me, it's making me more and more uncomfortable. Before I can't help but kill you, please don't talk to me, okay?"

The old man looked at Lan with displeasure, intending to say something to her, but then he realized something.

Lan, standing before him, was still in the form of a magical artifact, with ball joints remaining at the joints connecting her arms and knees. The air vents on her back also indicated that she was at two different extremes from the cultivators of the Blissful Realm.

But for some reason, the old man felt as if he had seen a relative, and even had an urge to recognize his family.

Under the influence of this strange feeling, the old man had no intention of arguing, and instead said softly, "In that case, I'll go a little further away."

Having said that, he walked quite a distance until he reached the other side of the wall before transmitting his voice: "How is it now?"

"I feel much better." Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good." The old man said quietly, "I am the head of the Caifeng Hall, and outsiders call me Elder Huang. I have been collecting folk songs in Caifeng Hall for over a hundred years and have seen many outsiders, but none of them have been as amazing as you. Just who are you?"

"Cyber ​​Star Lord, haven't you seen the Star Lord before?"

"I have met many, but none have been as kind as you. Strange, very strange."

After repeating "strange" more than a dozen times, Elder Huang said to Lin Yuan, "That one is Cyber ​​Star Lord, then you must be my young friend Lin Yuan."

"Exactly."

"To be honest, the poem you wrote before wasn't particularly outstanding, but its content was quite innovative, which is why it was selected for the Phoenix Clan's Collection of Poems. We invited you here so you could witness this process, but there's no need to have too high expectations."

Lin Yuan did not reply directly, but instead began to analyze Elder Huang's intentions.

Judging from the other party's attitude, they were not targeting him personally, but rather expressing dissatisfaction with his poetry.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yuan grasped the jade slip in his arms, and his magical power began to continuously condense and flow into the spiritual realm.

Unlike Huang Xi's single-player version, his Spirit Realm can not only connect to the supernatural networks of the upper and lower realms, but also connect to the supernatural networks of the Nine Provinces through Lan.

As long as he's by Lan's side, Lin Yuan can travel between the networks of both worlds.

Moreover, his magical power was almost limitless, allowing the Spirit Realm to quickly search for the information he wanted, giving him a true sense of control over the entire network.

With the infusion of magical power, the spiritual realm began to operate rapidly, and soon presented a poem according to Lin Yuan's request.

After glancing at the poem, Lin Yuan pondered for a moment, then handed over his favorite Sanqu poem to Elder Huang.

Upon seeing the two pieces of text that flew in front of him, Elder Huang asked in confusion, "What are these?"

"I have come across a poem and a piece of music by chance. I would like to ask you, Elder Huang, to appreciate them."

Huang Lao looked over in confusion.

The first poem is metrically perfect and elegantly written. Just reading the first line is enough to amaze people, and the second line is even more astounding, as if an ancient sage has personally appeared, leaving Huang Lao astonished.

The third line is even more stunning; the magnificent words, like carved railings and jade pendants, adorn the entire poem with extreme splendor, leaving a lingering fragrance on the palate.

After reading the fourth line, Elder Huang couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaim, "Wonderful! Such a fine poem, I've never seen one like it before! Could this be a work of an ancient sage that has been passed down?" "No, it's from the Spirit Realm."

"Lingjing? This person has indeed written many good poems; most of the works submitted by Huang Xi are his. However, this one is particularly stunning. Could I submit it as a special entry for the competition?"

"Please. May we watch the second song now?"

"Okay okay."

The poem from the Spirit Realm had already raised Elder Huang's expectations to an unprecedented level, but when he looked at it with great interest, the strange format seemed to fall like a heavy hammer, making Elder Huang hold his breath.

"Withered vines, old trees, and crows at dusk; a small bridge, flowing water, and a humble dwelling. It was alright at first, but the language was too plain and lacked meaning."

"An ancient road, a west wind, a lean horse. It serves as a transition, neither good nor bad. But the following line, 'The setting sun sinks in the west, a heartbroken traveler is at the ends of the earth,' is wrong. The poem's structure is completely broken here, with no rhyme or meter whatsoever. Is this also a poem from the Spirit Realm?"

"No, it's from Teacher Ma, whom I really like."

"No, no, this is not poetry at all, what is this? Garbage, it stinks."

Lin Yuan smiled slightly and looked at Elder Huang, saying, "If that's the case, why are you crying?"

"Crying? Me? How could I possibly..." (This is a mere lousy poem...)

Wiping his eyes, Elder Huang was surprised to find a tear welling up in the corner of his eye.

Although he was proficient in the art of transformation, this technique did not turn him into a human. Rather, it was like putting on clothes, wrapping himself in a layer of "human skin".

This is an imitation and tribute to the ancient sages; all the movements and reactions of the "human skin" need to be controlled by him personally.

Unless he gives the order, his "human skin" will never make any movement, including the act of "crying".

But just now, after reading a mediocre poem, his emotions broke free of their cage, giving him an ancient sense of desolation, a feeling of wandering at the ends of the earth, and a sorrow that no one could understand.

Looking back at this little piece, he found that all the images in it were ordinary, but when put together, they gave people a sense of desolate loneliness, which was the source of his tears.

He quickly wiped away his tears and said immediately, "I was just sleepy. How could such a terrible poem make me lose my composure? This Teacher Ma is really no good, this poem is no good."

"Whether it succeeds or not, let others judge. Elder Huang, since the previous one could be submitted as a special entry, this one should be able to as well, right?"

"It's okay, it's just..."

"If that doesn't work, then let's skip the first one too. Both poems are masterpieces that I love. If we can't both participate, then let's not go at all."

Although Lin Yuan kept smiling, Elder Huang still sensed a sense of danger.

A surge of anger suddenly rose within him, causing him to narrow his eyes.

Kid, don't underestimate me!
I am the dignified head of the Phoenix Clan's Collection Hall, what good poems haven't I seen!
You think you can just tie a decent poem to another piece of garbage and include it in the competition?

Clenching his teeth, Elder Huang said seriously, "One song probably won't do."

"You mean, I have to pay more? Can I have two songs? If two isn't enough, how about five?"

"……Can."

Huang Lao originally wanted to refuse.

But he gave so much.

(End of this chapter)