Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

Zhen Yuanzi thought for a moment and said, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, why don't you two use the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme, and there are no restrictions on the poems or lyrics?"

"OK."

Huang Mei nodded and raised his hand, saying, "Zhi Feng, you go first."

"Why should I go first?" Zhi Feng resolutely adhered to the principle of contradicting others, believing that anything the other party wanted was detrimental to him.

Huang Mei calmly said, "If I go first, you might not have a chance to speak."

Zhi Feng scoffed, "Stop pretending! Didn't you say you had literary talent? You go first!"

"Very well, as you wish."

Huang Mei smiled slightly, revealing white teeth that gleamed with a cold light: "Gentlemen, listen to the tune of 'Prelude to Water Melody: When Will the Moon Be Bright?'"

When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens.

"I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace."

"I long to ride the wind and return, but I fear the jade palaces and crystal towers are too cold at such heights."

"Dancing with my shadow, how unlike the mortal world!"

"Turning to the vermilion pavilion, lowering the embroidered window, the light shines on the sleepless."

"There should be no resentment, so why does the moon always seem to be full when we are apart?"

"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect."

May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart.

As the last sentence was uttered, the entire courtyard fell silent!

Zhen Yuanzi carefully savored the poem, secretly praising its great talent.

Zhi Feng savored the meaning of the poem, feeling as if he had lost his parents, his face ashen.

The Dragon Girl looked at Huang Mei with a bewildered expression, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions that she herself could not quite describe.

Above the clouds.

Holding a golden bowl, Bai Susu, who was hiding there, had a face full of admiration.

She was a young lady from a wealthy family and had loved literature and art since childhood. How could she not distinguish between good and bad words?

"What a beautiful line: People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes. What a beautiful line: May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."

After a long pause, Zhen Yuanzi clapped his hands in praise and said with a smile.

Huang Mei smiled slightly but didn't say anything more.

Mr. Su Dongpo, it's not that I wanted to show off, but things have come to this point, and I have to win. I'm truly sorry...

"Fellow Daoist Zhifeng, it's your turn." After praising him, Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand like a referee.

Zhifeng: "..."

He was self-aware and knew very well that he could never write a more exquisite poem than this!

"Can't figure it out?" Zhen Yuanzi asked softly, seeing him standing there like a fool.

Zhi Feng took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Cao Zhi needed seven steps to compose a poem. How could he have written such a beautiful poem without even thinking about it? So, he must have heard it from somewhere and just happened to stumble upon it by chance."

Zhen Yuanzi paused slightly, then asked, "And what do you mean?"

Zhi Feng said, "Let him write another one to prove his ability!"

Huang Mei shook his head and slowly said, "This is a poem I wrote last Mid-Autumn Festival when I drank with my friends until dawn."

What? A poem from last Mid-Autumn Festival can't be used for this festival anymore? Does poetry even have an expiration date?

"Don't try to change the subject. I'm asking you to write another one to prove yourself!" Zhifeng said.

Huang Mei smiled and said, "Fine, I'll teach you to be convinced."

After speaking, he paused for a moment, then slowly recited:

"The evening clouds have dispersed, revealing a clear, cold sky; the Milky Way is silent as the jade disc of the Milky Way turns."

"This life, this night, is fleeting; where will we see the bright moon next year?"

Zhifeng: "???"

No, you really have it?

"If you're still not convinced, how about I give you another one?" Huang Mei suddenly took a step forward and shouted.

Zhi Feng's momentum was overwhelmed, and he instinctively retreated. Upon realizing this, his face flushed crimson.

"I understand now. Perhaps you attended some Mid-Autumn Festival poetry gathering, which is why you were able to memorize so many Mid-Autumn Festival poems! Zhenyuan Immortal, please give me another question."

Zhen Yuanzi frowned slightly, feeling somewhat displeased.

A competitive spirit is understandable, but refusing to admit defeat is despicable.

Huang Mei said, "Great Immortal, there's no need to make things difficult for you. Please continue with the questions."

Zhen Yuanzi said, "Very well, then it'll be best two out of three. The next question is about plum blossoms."

Huang Mei smiled and looked up at Zhi Feng: "You go first."

Zhi Feng tried to dissuade him from having any ideas, but his mind was a mess and he had no thoughts at all, so he said, "You go first!"

Huang Mei didn't argue with him much, nor did he waste any more words, and directly recited:

"All the flowers have faded, yet it alone remains radiant, captivating the small garden with its charm."

"Sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water; a faint fragrance drifts in the twilight."

"The frost-covered bird, about to descend, first steals a glance; if the butterflies knew, they would surely be heartbroken."

"Fortunately, we have gentle verses to share, so there's no need for clappers and golden goblets."

Zhifeng: "..."

Sudhana's body trembled slightly, and the image of Huang Mei in her heart underwent a complete transformation!

Driven by an inexplicable emotion, she couldn't help but ask, "Why have I never heard you compose poetry in the past three hundred years?"

This is not a question, but a genuine inquiry from the bottom of my heart.

But that didn't stop Zhifeng from taking it as a question and echoing it:

"That's right, how come you can suddenly write poetry? Something's definitely up!"

Huang Mei didn't even glance at Zhi Feng, but stared into the Dragon Girl's eyes and said, "First of all, I am not a scholar, nor do I like to show off my talents."

Secondly, for me, poetry is not even a form of entertainment; it is not something to eat, drink, or use, and it is of no benefit to spiritual practice. It is truly a minor pursuit.

Human energy is limited; we must always make choices and move forward relentlessly in the direction we've chosen!

Sudhana let out a soft breath: "Thank you for your guidance."

Zhifeng: "..."

I was ready to fight to the death, so why did my senior sister surrender first?

"Zhifeng, are you still going to compose a poem? If not, I will decide the winner." Zhen Yuanzi suddenly asked.

Zhi Feng opened his mouth but remained silent, and in the end, he could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

What else is there to do?

He brought shame upon himself.

"When will you return, fellow Daoist?" Upon seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi turned to Huang Mei and asked.

Huang Mei raised his right hand and held up three fingers: "At most three days, at the fastest half a day."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded: "If that's the case, then we'll do as you say. We'll wait for you for three days; if you don't come after three days, then the two of them will save the tree."

Huang Mei pointed at Tang Sanzang and his disciples and asked, "Great Immortal, could you please untie them first?"

Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand, and the four of them immediately regained their freedom.

"Huang Mei, thank you for stepping forward and saving me from physical pain." Sanzang rubbed his wrist, which was sore from the ropes, and thanked him sincerely.

He wasn't blind; he could tell that Sudhana and Zhifeng had only jumped out because they were against Huangmei.

Otherwise, even if he were beaten to a pulp, these two wouldn't have stepped forward.

Huang Mei waved his hand: "It's stipulated in the employment contract, and it's my duty."

After saying this, he smiled and nodded at Sun Wukong, and finally rode away on a cloud.

"Great Immortal, let's go and fetch the nectar first and wait," Zhifeng suddenly said.

The Dragon Girl immediately understood his meaning, and together they bid farewell to Zhen Yuanzi and quickly ascended into the sky.

Since Huang Mei promised to retrieve the elixir within three days, if they could hold off the enemy for three days, the scales of victory would tip in their favor once again.

In other words, this is the last chance; if we fail, we will have lost this ordeal completely!