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Upon hearing this poem, the hall fell silent instantly. Yun Jianyue, Jiang Shangqiu, and Tian Yujun all swallowed back what they wanted to say.

Regardless of the quality of Qingxuan's poem, it is far superior to the previous mediocre one. The word choice and sentence structure are much better, and the imagery and artistic conception are also complete. Moreover, the last line subtly echoes the meaning of the two couplets at the entrance of Wuyi Pavilion, making it a truly fitting piece for the occasion.

As for other details, we can't demand too much. After all, it only takes a few sentences, and it's already quite good that Qingxuan was able to produce it.

At this moment, Jiang Shangqiu and Tianyujun both breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Qingxuan. Clearly, he possessed a hidden gem, yet he had to throw out a stone from the latrine first.

Qingxuan glanced sideways at Yun Jianyue, who was still in a daze and hadn't come to her senses yet, and chuckled inwardly, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

You call me a brick? Fine, then I'll throw a brick at you first.

After a long pause, Yun Jianyue finally reacted, her face flushed with embarrassment. She hadn't expected Qing Xuan to actually have some talent, producing a poem that met her requirements, and she felt somewhat awkward. However, a sudden inspiration struck Yun Jianyue, and she came up with another idea. Mimicking Qing Xuan's expression, she glanced at him sideways and snorted, "Tch, I'll let you off this time. But I'm also quite famous; who knows if you even prepared this poem beforehand? It doesn't count."

Jiang Shangqiu, who was trying to take this opportunity to mediate, became even more anxious and angry upon hearing this, and pinched Yun Jianyue's pert bottom hard. Yun Jianyue winced in pain, but still forced a straight face and refused to lower her head.

Upon closer examination, Yun Jianyue's words do make some sense; Qingxuan could indeed have made various preparations in advance. However, even so, Qingxuan couldn't possibly know what questions Yun Jianyue would ask or what requirements she would have, and it's unlikely that she could prepare such appropriate verses. Therefore, Yun Jianyue's explanation is still somewhat far-fetched.

However, Qingxuan was not angry. With a profound and composed expression, she smiled and said, "Oh? Miss Yun still doesn't believe me? Very well, please continue with your questions, Miss Yun."

Seeing Qingxuan's composure, Yun Jianyue felt a little uneasy. She had already concluded that Qingxuan's approach to Jiang Shangqiu was for ulterior motives, and that everything he said and did was a pretense, but now that idea was beginning to waver.

But Yun Jianyue wasn't so easily convinced. She gritted her teeth, her eyes darting around a few times. Seeing the night view from the balcony, she immediately laughed and said smugly to Qing Xuan, "Fine, you've got guts. I'm starting to admire you. The night is lovely tonight, the moon is beautiful, so compose a poem about the moon. But..."

Yun Jianyue smiled sinisterly, his smile turning treacherous: "The word 'moon' is not allowed in your poems."

Upon hearing Yun Jianyue's request, Jiang Shangqiu and Tianyu Jun both frowned.

If it's just about writing a poem about the moon, that's not too difficult. After all, the moon has always been one of the most beloved images for writers and scholars. There are countless poems about the moon, and many famous works have been passed down through the ages. You can just find a few lines, piece them together, and modify them to get by.

However, the word "moon" is not allowed in poetry, which makes things a bit difficult. If you don't specify what you're describing, how will others know what you're talking about?

This really tests a poet's skill, as they must use various metaphors and imagery to express their thoughts.

Qingxuan is a Taoist practitioner, and may have some knowledge, but he is not a professional writer and cannot possibly study the meaning of articles and poems every day. Yun Jianyue's request is indeed a bit difficult for him.

However, Qingxuan remained unmoved by Yun Jianyue's somewhat demanding request and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, I see, no problem."

"what?"

Jiang Shangqiu and Tianyu Jun were startled again, and even Yun Jianyue was quite surprised, not expecting Qingxuan to be so confident. Instantly, the three of them disregarded their previous thoughts and became expectant to see whether Qingxuan was bluffing or truly talented.

Under the watchful eyes of the three, Qingxuan rubbed her chin and paced back and forth, frowning in deep thought, pondering intently. However, after pacing back and forth four or five times, Qingxuan still did not utter a sound.

Seeing this, Yun Jianyue breathed a sigh of relief and her expression became smug. She thought to herself that Qing Xuan was indeed putting on an act. But just as Yun Jianyue was about to make a sarcastic remark, Qing Xuan suddenly looked up, smiled at Yun Jianyue, and said, "Haha, I've got it."

"You're pregnant again!?"

Although Qingxuan's few laps took longer than composing the poem, it was still extremely fast. Jiang Shangqiu and Tianyujun were once again amazed by Qingxuan's speed, their eyes filled with anticipation. Yun Jianyue's heart pounded, her little face flushed slightly with nervousness.

Qingxuan turned around on the spot, pacing back and forth while chanting:

"Jade in the green lake, its bright light reflects on the tall building."

"It shines brightly through the ages, illuminating all the sorrows of the past and present."

The three were surprised upon hearing this, and after careful consideration, they realized that the description of the moon in the poem was indeed very apt. Then, they turned to look at the balcony and saw the reflection of the bright moon in the lake outside the city, and immediately understood the source of Qingxuan's inspiration.

But just as Jiang Shangqiu relaxed and was about to speak to ease the tension, Qingxuan suddenly turned around and began to ponder as he walked. The three of them were immediately astonished; could it be that Qingxuan had composed two poems?

Just as the three were in surprise, Qingxuan sighed and murmured:

"The eaves are veiled in cold gauze, and the secluded corridors are covered with silver frost."

"The guests of yesteryear are nowhere to be seen; only my shadow remains reflected in the lonely window."

Upon hearing the poem, all three trembled slightly, their hearts churning with emotion. Qingxuan's poem expressed a sense of longing, and the desolate loneliness conveyed in the last line resonated deeply with everyone present, reminding them of old friends and acquaintances they hadn't contacted in years.

However, just as everyone was immersed in this mood of longing, Qingxuan turned around for the third time, her voice suddenly becoming louder, and as she walked, she recited in a clear and melodious voice:

"The sky and sea reflect the clear image on the long night, and the water is most bright in my hometown."

"All wanderers from the five realms are friends, and we drink together at this moment, sharing our feelings across the ends of the earth."

"Hiss~~~"

The three of them gasped simultaneously, their limbs trembling. Their shock was beyond words. They also experienced the artistic conception of the poem, and their hearts were filled with surging emotions that were hard to contain.

In the short time it took to walk just a few steps, Qingxuan not only composed poems as required, but actually wrote three in a row, each with a more profound and far-reaching artistic conception than the last.

Qingxuan first sings of the moon, praising its timeless brilliance, then uses the image of the moon's cold, desolate light to express her longing for loved ones. Finally, she describes a scene of the bright moon rising high, its light reflected on the sea—a scene shared by all. However, those far from home feel that only their hometown's scenery is truly beautiful, thus embodying "homesickness." But the last line elevates this "homesickness," transforming it into a carefree and liberating sentiment. Combined with the grand scene of the sea and sky at night described in the preceding lines, a sense of bold and unrestrained spirit washes over the reader.

Qingxuan's "Bright Moon" trilogy builds on the theme with each layer of meaning, which is truly remarkable.

At this moment, Qingxuan's figure in Jiang Shangqiu and Tianyujun's eyes instantly became taller and more imposing, filling them with admiration. Even Yun Jianyue stared blankly, speechless, and finally could only sit down on the futon with a frustrated expression, inwardly admitting, "I'm convinced."

Yun Jianyue was a perceptive person, and she naturally knew that Qing Xuan was talented in literature. Faced with such verses, if she still insisted on it and refused to admit it, it would be nothing more than arguing and being unreasonable, making her appear petty and narrow-minded.

Just thinking about that crooked poem Qingxuan wrote at the very beginning makes Yun Jianyue feel nauseous and uncomfortable all over.

Jiang Shangqiu glanced at Yun Jianyue, sighed, and said to Qingxuan with a wry smile, "Brother Xuan, since you have such poetic talent, why didn't you show it sooner? Why did you have to belittle Yue'er first and cause such a misunderstanding?"

Seeing that Yun Jianyue had already admitted defeat, Qingxuan chuckled and said, "Sister, what are you saying? My first poem wasn't meant to belittle Miss Yun; it was written in response to Miss Yun's magnanimity."

"From the very first meeting, I observed that Miss Yun is warm, cheerful, generous, and forthright. She is a true person of character, a rare heroine among women. Her demeanor is no less than that of the great literary figures and talented men who have left their mark throughout history. She is far superior to those ordinary courtesans who are pretentious and feign talent."

"Therefore, when communicating with Miss Yun, one must be straightforward and concise. If I were to speak in the manner of an ordinary courtesan, piling up flowery words and indulging in poetic sentiments, that would truly belittle Miss Yun and be completely unworthy of her temperament and talent."

"Given Miss Yun's personality, she probably wouldn't enjoy talking to that kind of person, would she?"

Qingxuan's flattery made Yun Jianyue feel like she was floating on air, as if she were in heaven. She slammed her hand on the table and stood up, beaming with delight, and said to Qingxuan, "Absolutely right! Absolutely right! This is exactly the kind of magnanimity I have, how can ordinary people compare? You've got good taste, kid. I'm optimistic about you. Since you're so sensible, I'll be magnanimous and not hold it against you for the slight displeasure you caused me earlier."

"Hahahaha~~~~~~"

As they were talking, Yun Jianyue jumped onto the table, put her hands on her hips with great pride, and laughed heartily.

Jiang Shangqiu watched this scene with wide, round eyes and slightly agape lips, her mind still reeling. Tianyu Jun, on the other hand, was utterly amazed and filled with admiration, silently giving Qingxuan a thumbs-up.

He can say such disgusting things so beautifully, and actually make the other person happy. That's amazing.

Tianyu-jun's thoughts immediately began to race again, and he secretly made a decision: "No, no, I must learn this way of speaking from Xuan-ge'er. If I can learn even a fraction of it, how could I let Miss Rushuang, Sister Bixin, and Sister Mingzhu say I'm a fool?"

Yun Jianyue laughed for a while before stopping. Then, she put on a dignified and reserved look, elegantly picked up a piece of pastry, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly, making Jiang Shangqiu's eyes twitch.

You've already completely revealed your true colors, so why are you still pretending?

Jiang Shangqiu covered his forehead and shook his head, at a loss for what to do with Yun Jianyue. He said to Qingxuan, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Brother Xuan. Let's hurry up and get down to business. Please, Brother Xuan, help me erase that wisp of the will of all living beings from Yue'er's soul."

Qingxuan laughed and said, "No problem, Miss Yun, please cooperate."

Upon hearing this, Yun Jianyue was immediately surprised, her carefully maintained dignified demeanor crumbling. She jumped up from the futon, exclaiming with a mixture of surprise and delight, "Hey, hey, hey? Qingzhuan, you've actually come to heal my injuries?"

Qingxuan smiled and said, "Of course, otherwise, why would my sister let me come to see Qionghua Yushou of Wuyi Pavilion so easily?"

"Haha~, good, good~." Yun Jianyue laughed loudly, jumped over the table and landed in front of Qing Xuan. She punched Qing Xuan in the chest with her small hand and said with satisfaction, "I didn't expect you to have such tricks up your sleeve, Qingzhuan. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

With that, Yun Jianyue rolled up her sleeves, twisted her waist, loosened her shoulders, and clapped her fists in front of her chest, saying with great enthusiasm, "Come on, come on, I'm all ready. How should I cooperate with you?"

Seeing this, Qingxuan's eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly, "It's very simple, Miss Yun just needs to wait patiently."

As he spoke, Qingxuan reached out and grabbed Yun Jianyue's left wrist, pinning her pulse point, and sent a wisp of his divine sense into Yun Jianyue's body through her arm.