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

Chapter 916 Truly Good Poetry (12)

The Caifeng Hall comprises thirty-six sections. On the surface, they are all part of the same department, but behind the scenes, the competition is becoming increasingly fierce, with each section striving to defeat the others.

They constantly traveled to other places to gather inspiration and composed poems, all in order to defeat other factions in each competition and win the supreme crown.

Here, good poetry is the ultimate currency. A truly excellent poem can earn you a lot of prestige, something every hall master dreams of.

If it's just one song, Huang Lao will hesitate; if it's two, she'll be conflicted.

When he heard that Lin Yuan could give him five songs at once, he knew he had lost.

He silently accepted the five fine poems, looked at them over and over again, and was captivated by their poetic forms for a long time. Then, reluctantly, he found the matching poem "Autumn Thoughts," ordered it to be made into bamboo strips, and hung them on the long corridor.

Seeing that Elder Huang looked reluctant but had to make the sacrifice for the sake of good poetry, Lan whispered in Lin Yuan's ear, "Lin Yuan, you seem like a villain now, and a dark and corrupt one at that."

"Stop reading Kyushu fanfiction! Especially the ones from the Weapon Refining Pavilion. Those guys like to set up their own dojos in the hook, and they're all playing around with it."

"Too late, I already know all five ways to write the Four Heavenly Kings! I'm so familiar with things like Dark Elementary School Student and Neighboring Black Body Cultivator!"

"That's really the end. Let's rebuild."

"No, just kidding. But I have a question. What's the meaning of your insistence on sending in that poem 'Autumn Thoughts'?"

Pinching his chin, Lin Yuan looked at Lan, who seemed quite mature but was no more than three months old, and decided to give her something to let her know that humans are creatures who are very good at scheming.

After refining his words, Lin Yuan replied, "This thing is like a test, using this piece of music to judge the level of discipline here, thereby determining what the situation is like here."

"Just one song?"

“Simply playing the melody won’t work, but there’s a detection mechanism here. We can use this mechanism to amplify the results and find the result we want.”

Following Lin Yuan's gaze, Lan saw a large number of bamboo strips placed under the corridor.

The cultivators of this realm, having finished their work, breathed a sigh of relief. They put down their carving knives and, taking advantage of the elders' absence, secretly dispelled the illusions on their hands, quietly massaging each other's sore and numb wrists to relieve the fatigue of carving poems.

The long corridor here is what Lin Yuan called the detection mechanism. When a poetic style is generated here, the cultivators who listen to it will resonate with the poem. This emotion will be captured by the corridor, and the position of the poem will be adjusted according to the emotion.

Having understood the mechanism here, Lan also became interested in Lin Yuan's arrangements and began to observe with him.

After watching for a while, Lan realized that when these demon cultivators did not transform into human form, she felt a great deal of goodwill towards them.

But once they take human form, that uncomfortable feeling will come over Him, causing Him to feel a deep displeasure.

After assessing her own emotions, Lan also activated the spiritual realm, added her own situation into it, and poured a massive amount of magic power into it to begin calculating why this problem occurred.

The calculations in the Spirit Realm require a large amount of mana, and the results need to be continuously iterated and tested before an accurate result can be obtained.

Each iteration increases the required mana by 50% and the accuracy of the result by 20%.

Theoretically speaking, if one has enough magical power, then the precision will increase infinitely, eventually reaching the origin of the Dao.

However, theory is one thing, reality will only deliver the blow.

Not to mention the enormous mana requirements, the time required for each iteration is also astonishing. Three iterations are already the limit until a more suitable algorithm is found.

After three iterations, Lan obtained the answer to the question.

He is the Cyber ​​Lord, wielding authority over matters related to games. And games are a reflection of reality; they must reflect true reality, otherwise, there will inevitably be discrepancies.

The act of a cultivator in the Pure Land covering their body with human skin is a cover-up of reality, so it will instinctively arouse disgust in Him.

After learning the origin of her own aversion, Lan raised another question: Why do I like their original forms?
This question was answered after three iterations: their true nature is actually related to Kyushu.

Although she didn't know where the connection lay, it was the most likely answer, which made Lan feel a little excited.

If this place is related to Kyushu, that would be big news.

There's still no result from Kyushu, so Lin Yuan will need another three hundred years to return.

If there are clues about Kyushu here, it means they may have other ways to return to Kyushu.

After obtaining the answers to these two key questions, Lan handed the questions and answers to Lin Yuan, and then they pondered together.

Just as the two of them were talking, the competition of the Thirty-Six Halls officially began.

The performances outside were lively, but Lin Yuan and Lan didn't really want to watch them.

The mere presence of Elder Huang was enough to unsettle them. The appearance of thirty-six old men, roughly the same age as Elder Huang, was like thirty-six figures dressed in human skin dancing before them—the scene was incredibly bizarre.

Not to mention, there was a group of children performing strange rituals in front of him. Their stiff movements and inexplicable lines made Lin Yuan feel that this atmosphere was a waste if it weren't used to make a Chinese horror game.

After finally getting through the ceremony, Lin Yuan and Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally the testing phase began.

They rubbed their ears to wake the unconscious Yun Jianxian, and then looked at the long corridor in front of them, carefully observing everyone's reactions.

When the wind blows, a cacophony of buzzing sounds arises, as each bamboo strip resonates with the wind, producing a crisp and melodious sound.

When the first gust of wind blew, bamboo strips fell like raindrops, covering the courtyard like dead cicadas, densely covering the ground.

Less than a quarter of the bamboo strips remained, and the various folk art gathering halls were either delighted or saddened upon seeing them.

Those poems that survive are the good ones recognized by the public; those that fall to the ground are naturally those that fall far short of the mark.

The dead poems will be collected and stored underground, where they will lie silent along with their countless predecessors, never to be seen again.

Before long, another gust of poetic wind blew in, and the familiar buzzing sound reappeared, now much clearer.

The position of the bamboo strips was constantly being adjusted, but the adjustments became smaller and smaller until they eventually settled.

Most of the bamboo strips had stopped trembling, and the crowd's emotions had been anchored in their subconscious favorite poem, which they were reciting a hundredfold:

"As the sun sets in the west, a heartbroken traveler is at the ends of the earth."

At this very moment, the sun is setting. The blood-red sunset reflects the vibrant poetic style, making one feel as if they have stepped into a world of poetry, witnessing the boundless desert and the lonely traveler.

No one knew why he was wandering, nor where he was going. All they could feel was an extreme loneliness rising from the depths of history, striking them like lightning.

A poem that is so captivating can truly be considered a good poem.

(End of this chapter)