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

Chapter 917 Let me see (22)

The Caifeng Hall was completely quiet, with only the wind repeatedly washing over the poem "Autumn Thoughts".

The people present did not utter a word, but listened to the poem in silence, silently shedding tears.

Sitting next to Lin Yuan, Lan looked at the courtyard, watching the sun gradually set, all things returning to tranquility, and then the bright moon floating in the sky, and the stars shining, presenting a picturesque scene.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he said softly, "I thought I had seen through everything, but I never expected to have such different feelings after hearing and experiencing it firsthand. Lin Yuan, was this also within your expectations?"

"No, it's just that you guys are too easily moved to tears," Lin Yuan said, rubbing Yun Jianxian's head. "Look at Yun Jianxian, she doesn't have that many reactions."

"Because I can't understand it!" Yun Jianxian shouted in his sleep, snoring.

"Then you can continue sleeping."

Judging from these people's reactions, Lin Yuan roughly understood the situation.

Although the poem "Autumn Thoughts" is very simple, its imagery is superb, and the additions and subtractions of words are wonderful. It is one of Lin Yuan's favorite poems.

Although it should strictly be considered a song, poetry should be more free, so it can be considered poetry in a broader sense.

Such an outstanding poem, which was widely circulated in his previous life, can still resonate with others and bring tears to their eyes.

The silence of the crowd was the best applause, which meant that the cultivators here also had normal aesthetic sense.

So the key point now is the attitude of the higher-ups here.

Looking ahead, Lin Yuan saw the leaders of the Thirty-Six Halls sitting together, their eyes seemingly covered with frost.

Their transformation skills were at least comparable to Elder Huang's, but at this moment, some of them couldn't even maintain their human form. One of the demon cats even revealed its true head and kept breathing in the direction of the corridor.

"Elder Huang, there's something fishy going on during this field trip."

"Yes, how did you select these poems that are not well-structured, don't rhyme, and even have problematic word choices?"

"It's one thing to be chosen, but why did he get first place? Are you questioning the ancient sage? How much manipulation did you use?"

Faced with the doubts of the crowd, Elder Huang simply kept his eyes down, silent as a statue, unwilling to say a word.

He took the money, so he was obligated to keep the secret. He had taken Lin Yuan's poem, so he was determined to keep it a secret forever.

And who can guarantee that Lin Yuan only has five poems?

If people were to find out about Lin Yuan's existence, then betraying his superior would be a stain, exposing his ally would mean he would have no poems to use in the future, and that would be a sin.

Therefore, although he felt the pressure from the other thirty-five halls, Elder Huang remained silent until the others had nothing more to say.

Only then did he slowly say, "I found this poem. I felt it had a unique charm, so I sent it over as a special piece. What exactly are your complaints about it?"

"Are you blind or deaf? This poem is awful! It's completely awful!"

"So what?"

Having decided to keep Lin Yuan in the dark, Elder Huang was determined to go all out.

Looking at everyone, he chuckled and said, "I know you all think it's not neat enough, not ancient enough, but there's something I've always wanted to say: Did the ancient sages ever say that poetry must be neat and orderly?"

"That must be... I don't think I've mentioned that before?"

"now it's right."

Elder Huang suddenly raised his voice to make sure Lin Yuan and the others could hear him, and then continued, "We are imitating the ancient sages, but the ancient sages never said that poetry must be like this. So, why can't this be poetry?"

The Cat-Headed Hall Master wanted to argue, but a Dog-Headed Hall Master pulled him back and said coldly, "Don't argue with him, this guy is good at talking."

"Then how am I supposed to vent my anger?" Cathead roared, annoyed. "Beat him up! There are thirty-five of us; I don't believe we can't kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Huang gave a cold laugh, then immediately slid to his knees and said sincerely, "Everyone, this is my fault, and I will take it back immediately. The meter of 'Autumn Thoughts' is incorrect, so its first-place qualification is revoked, and the second-place winner will take its place. What do you all think?"

"That's acceptable. Who's second?"

"What do you all think of the poems by Master Lingjing that Huang Xi found for our Huang Clan's Caifeng Hall?"

At that moment, both Dog Head and Cat Head felt like they had swallowed a dead fly.

The others also looked at Elder Huang with disgust, finally understanding why he had knelt down so quickly.

So second place is yours too!

Although they were very unhappy, they had read Lingjing's poems, and they were astonishingly perfect in terms of tone and meter.

Its language is elegant and ornate, making it unforgettable and a first-rate poem.

Therefore, although I was very dissatisfied, compared to the victory of "Autumn Thoughts", Lingjing's poem was actually easier to accept.

They felt uneasy just looking at Elder Huang, who seemed sincere but had a wicked glint in his eyes.

Then, Master Owl said, "I think Elder Huang, you weren't strict enough in your review, allowing 'Autumn Thoughts' to slip in. You should be punished. I suggest you exclude three of your poems from the rankings, what do you think?"

“You make a good point. Then let’s exclude the top three poems from the rankings in our Phoenix Clan’s Collection Hall.”

Upon hearing this, the Cat-Headed Hall Master nodded in satisfaction, but the Dog-Headed Hall Master was greatly alarmed.

Seeing this, Cat Head asked in confusion, "What are you afraid of? He can't participate in three of them."

"That old bastard is really cunning. Look how smug he is. What does that mean? It means that fourth place is his too."

Elder Huang smiled sheepishly, then nodded and said, "That's right, fourth place is ours too. Not only that, fifth place is ours, and sixth place is ours too. If you're not satisfied, I can even insert a song on the spot. What do you all think?"

"Bastard thing!"

"You piece of shit!"

"Go die soon!"

One by one, the hall masters cursed Elder Huang vehemently, then each took an ancient book from their bodies, placed it in front of Elder Huang with a heavy heart, and left angrily with their disciples.

Old Huang waved his hand dismissively, sending everyone away, then happily cradled the ancient book in his arms and began to read it with great relish.

Seeing the others looking at him expectantly, Elder Huang waved his hand and said, "You all go back first. I'll finish reading it before you read it. Huang Xi, you've made a great contribution this time, you stay. Lin Yuan, Lan, and Yun Jianxian, please wait a moment, I have something to discuss with you."

After everyone else had left reluctantly, Elder Huang let out a long sigh through the screen and said to Lin Yuan, "Young Master Lin, thank you very much this time."

"Not at all, I should be the one thanking you. Thank you, Elder Huang, for not betraying me."

"It's just a matter of each taking what they need. These ancient books are the insights of the ancient sages kept in various collection halls. After each competition, they are collected and handed over to the winning collection hall for research. I haven't won for decades, and today I can finally feast my eyes on them."

Knowing that this was the insight of an ancient sage, Lin Yuan also became interested.

He sat cross-legged and transferred the contents of these ancient books one by one into his jade slip. Then he connected with the supernatural network of the Nine Provinces and the Upper and Lower Realms, began to operate the spiritual realm, and burned his magic power.

As an ancient god, three iterations were no longer sufficient to meet his needs. He began to activate his time-related supernatural powers, continuously accelerating the time displayed on the jade slip.

The goal is fifteen iterations!

Let me see what kind of person the ancient sage really was!
(End of this chapter)