Water Margin: My 108 Heroes Come from All Heavens

I don't know how to compose poetry myself. I'm good at copying, though.

The issue is.

The poems he copied were all of legendary quality; he didn't know any ordinary or obscure poems at all.

"With the excellent works of you gentlemen before me, I will not presume to teach you my own humble skills."

Liang Shan rose, bowed, and declined Zhao Ling'er's offer.

He can feel it.

The man on the dragon throne was so angry when he saw Zhao Ling'er talking to him that he gritted his teeth.

That gaze.

It's like seeing your own good cabbage being eaten by a pig.

"Since Grand Tutor Liang has been teaching the Sixth Princess for so long, the Sixth Princess's talent must be astonishing."

Cai Jing, who was standing to the side, suddenly stood up and said in a fawning tone, "Why don't we take this opportunity to recite a poem and broaden our horizons?"

Upon hearing this...

Liang Shan's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously looked at Zhao Ling'er.

This girl.

For a month, all they listened to were love stories and romance novels from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign.

I can't write poetry.

He desperately tried to signal to Zhao Ling'er with his eyes, but Zhao Ling'er ignored him.

Instead, he looked at his ministers.

She said confidently, "That's exactly what I was thinking. Let me compose a poem about snow."

It snowed heavily in Kaifeng last night.

When I woke up early, all I saw was a white expanse.

I wanted to go out and build a snowman.

As a result, he fell flat on his face.

Before he could finish speaking...

The once joyful hall suddenly became unusually quiet.

The ministers looked at each other in bewilderment.

The expression on his face was extremely interesting.

Cai Jing's hand, holding the wine cup, froze in mid-air; Wang Fu's mouth gaped open, and even the snoring military officer was awakened by the eerie atmosphere.

"good!"

Someone shouted it out.

Followed by.

Thunderous applause filled the hall.

"Your Highness is truly talented!"

"This poem is elegant in its simplicity, and sharp in its unadorned style; it is truly a timeless masterpiece!"

"In my sixty years of life, this is the first time I've heard such a refreshing and elegant poem!"

"Your Highness's talent is unparalleled; we, your humble servants, are utterly inadequate to match it!"

"..."

The courtiers, against their conscience, praised her with sincere expressions, as if Zhao Ling'er had truly written a masterpiece.

Liang Shan's eyes widened.

No wonder he's a seasoned veteran in officialdom; he can even fool himself when he lies.

"That's enough!"

On the dragon throne, Zhao Gou, his face ashen with anger, roared, "Ling'er, go back to your seat!"

Zhao Ling'er pouted.

But he obediently returned to his seat.

Zhao Gou turned his head.

He glared fiercely at Liang Shan.

The look in his eyes spoke volumes: if the nine demons could not be identified, he would be punished.

"Why."

Liang Shan sighed.

Workplace bullying is a heinous crime.

After mentally making a complaint.

He stood up, took the golden bowl from his bosom, and walked into the main hall.

"Lord Liang, what are you doing...?"

The courtiers were puzzled and looked at him in surprise.

Liang Shan, carrying the golden bowl, walked towards the center of the hall amidst the astonished and uncertain gazes of the assembled officials.

"My lords, please do not be nervous."

He smiled and looked around, then held the golden bowl high: "This treasure is called the Blessing Golden Bowl. It is a Buddhist treasure. Just cover it with golden light, and it can bring you blessings, ward off disasters, and prolong your lives."

The courtiers in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some looked expectant, some looked suspicious, and some... had shifty eyes.

"Lord Liang is very kind."

Zhu Wushi stood up first, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "I would like to see what is so magical about this Buddhist treasure."

Liang Shan nodded.

Spiritual energy quietly flowed into the golden bowl.

He silently chanted the incantation: "Stop!"

The bowl suddenly shone with golden light, and a soft golden halo spread outwards like ripples, enveloping Zhu Wushi.

Jin Guangzhong.

Zhu Wushi's expression remained normal, his breathing steady, showing no abnormality.

Liang Shan narrowed his eyes and secretly observed with his divine sense for a moment, discovering that Zhu Wushi was indeed not a demon in disguise.

"The Divine Marquis is blessed with boundless good fortune and abundant blessings; he shall live to be a hundred years old."

He cupped his hands in greeting.

"Live a long life...to a hundred years?"

Zhu Wushi opened his mouth, his face looking rather unpleasant.

"Lord Liang, the Divine Marquis is a master of the Celestial Realm, and he has lived for three thousand years."

Cai Jing whispered a reminder from behind.

"Well……"

Liang Shan scratched his head, his old face turning red.

indeed.

Having returned from the acquired to the innate realm, the Celestial Realm grants longevity. His blessing for Zhu Wushi to live to a hundred years old is practically a curse.

Zhu Wushi snorted coldly.

He returned to his seat at the banquet.

Liang Shan gave an embarrassed smile.

He turned to look at Cao Zhengchun.

"receive!"

In an instant.

Golden light shines.

Cao Zhengchun was fair-skinned and beardless, with a effeminate smile. Even in the golden light, he maintained a smiling appearance and even cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Liangshan.

"Lord Liang, this governor... should be fine, right?"

"Lord Cao is in good health and enjoys abundant blessings; his descendants..."

Just as Liang Shan was about to say a few kind words, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

They didn't say anything more.

Good guy.

If I were to say it out loud, I'm afraid I would completely offend Cao Zhengchun.

"Lord Liang, please take a look at my case as well."

Yu Huatian walked up and opened his arms.

Obviously.

Whether it was him, or Cao Zhengchun and Zhu Wushi before him, they all guessed what was going on and cooperated fully.

otherwise.

Zhao Gou would not allow Liangshan to cause trouble at such an important banquet.

"The Rain Lord is also blessed with abundant fortune and immeasurable merit."

Liangshan quietly took back the golden bowl and gave Yu Huatian a Jinshui identity.

Then.

His gaze began to sweep across the hall.

This is him now.

He was already the only prophet in the entire event.

However, the three individuals identified in the past were all good people, not spies or demons sent by the Jin Dynasty.

So.

The remaining nine undercover agents must be among people like Cai Jing and General Zhang.

He took a deep breath.

Carrying the golden bowl, he walked towards the nearest table where military officers sat.

"General Zhang, please forgive me."

It was enveloped in golden light.

General Zhang scratched his head blankly and let out a burp.

Nothing happened.

"General Wang, please forgive me."

It was enveloped in golden light.

General Wang glared with his bull-like eyes and said in a deep voice, "Lord Liang, I, Old Wang, am strong and healthy, so I don't need to pray for blessings, do I?"

The golden light remained steady.

Liang Shan remained calm and continued on his way down.

The third table.

The fourth table.

The fifth table...

"boom!"

When the golden light fell on a short, stout military officer with a fierce face at the sixth table.

The golden bowl suddenly began to shake violently.

The price of gold surged.

A low humming sound emanated from the mouth of the bowl.

"What's going on?!"

The general's expression changed drastically. He stood up abruptly and unleashed a powerful palm strike at Liang Shan.

Liangshan had taken precautions.

The Earth Shield spell was activated immediately, and a wall of earth several meters high stood in front of him, giving him a great sense of security.

Simultaneously.

With a flick of his wrist, he slammed the golden bowl down.

Golden light cascaded down like a waterfall, completely enveloping the general.

"ah--"

The general let out a mournful roar.

Its body began to twist and swell.

Black mist surged from beneath his skin, instantly transforming into a three-zhang-tall wild boar demon with protruding tusks and blood-red eyes fixed on Liang Shan.

His aura was palpable.

He was clearly at the level of a Grandmaster.