My family has been wielding knives for generations, but now it's my turn to wield a pen!

"How about we move this literary contest to the martial arts arena instead?!"

Teng Zixiu stood on the third floor, looking coldly at Jiang Xiaobai below.

One person wants to fight against six people from two countries?

Are you kidding me?!

He wanted to see exactly how Jiang Xiaobai would do it!

In addition, there are quite a few people watching right now.

It's a good opportunity... to let these people see that their Northern Yu and Qi Kingdoms are no less capable than the Great Hua Kingdom in terms of literature and scholarship.

"Can!"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded slightly.

After hearing this, Teng Zixiu did not say anything more, and turned to leave the third-floor window.

Before long, led by Teng Zixiu, the guests inside Zuixianlou came out one after another.

Meanwhile, the staff at Zuixianlou also began to get busy.

Long tables and benches, paper, ink, brushes, and inkstones were quickly set up on the arena.

As for A Qiu, who was killed by Jiang Xiaobai, he was temporarily taken away.

But the bright red bloodstains on the stage remained, a shocking sight.

After Teng Zixiu led the way onto the arena, he glanced at the bloodstains and his heart clenched.

Speaking of which, Aqiu has been with him for more than ten years.

Unexpectedly, he has now... died at the hands of Jiang Xiaobai!

How could he accept this!

He intended to humiliate the Zhenbei Marquis's family, but unexpectedly, he was slapped in the face by Jiang Xiaobai instead.

"Since it's a literary competition!"

Teng Zixiu raised his head, staring coldly at Jiang Xiaobai, and said, "Then please, Young Master Jiang, give us the first question!"

"So that if we lose, you won't end up saying, 'We bullied you!'"

"No, no, no!"

After hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai shook his head slightly and looked at Teng Zixiu and the others, saying, "You six should come up with the questions!"

Jiang Xiaobai paused, then retorted with the same words: "So that in the end, no one will say that I, the young master, bullied all six of you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted from all around.

Teng Zixiu and the others' expressions instantly turned even more unpleasant.

Jiang Xiaobai has humiliated them time and time again.

One can imagine how deep his anger was.

But this time, Teng Zixiu didn't refuse. Instead, he suppressed his anger and said, "Fine, then we'll set the questions!"

"I personally enjoy wine, so how about we make our first gathering themed around wine?!"

"liquor?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but laugh, and his laughter grew louder and louder: "Haha!"

"What are you laughing at!"

Teng Zixiu's face turned ashen.

"It's nothing!"

Jiang Xiaobai smiled and waved his hand: "I think you should choose something else. If you use alcohol as the topic, this young master is really going against you!"

"At the very least, you should give me a more unique question, so that I, the young master, can experience some difficulty!"

As he spoke, Jiang Xiaobai shook his head again: "Otherwise, there's no point in winning!"

Teng Zixiu was so angry that he laughed again after hearing this.

Bullying him?

It's worth noting that his specialty is using alcohol as a theme.

In Beiyu, he wrote at least a dozen or twenty poems while drinking.

Some of these poems are particularly popular in Beiyu.

But now, Jiang Xiaobai is saying that comparing alcohol is bullying him?

"Hmph, just some alcohol!"

Teng Zixiu coldly said, "Since Young Master Jiang is so talented, then I'd like to see just how amazing your poems are!"

"Oh well!"

Jiang Xiaobai sighed and said, "Since... you insist so much, then let's make it a drinking game!"

After saying that, Jiang Xiaobai asked with curiosity in his eyes, "But how shall we compete?"

"Oh, simply writing a poem is too boring and lacks any difficulty!"

Teng Zixiu said calmly, "Let's start with four-character lines, and so on, until we reach the final seven-character lines!"

"I wonder if the young master dares to accept?"

"Can!"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded slightly.

Four-character and six-character poems are the most difficult.

However, he did come up with a four-character ancient poem!

And this one is a big one!!

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaobai raised his head and looked at Teng Zixiu with a smile: "Then let's start with four-character phrases!"

"But for this first round, I'll go first, and... hehe, if you dare to continue writing after my poem is published, then I'll admit defeat!"

"Ha ha!"

Upon hearing Jiang Xiaobai's words, Teng Zixiu was furious and laughed coldly: "Fine, then I'll see what kind of astonishing poem the young master can compose!"

"Okay, then you..."

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Teng Zixiu's expression and a smirk appeared on his lips: "Listen carefully!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaobai stood with his hands behind his back, then raised his voice and said, "Let us drink and sing, for life is short."

"Like morning dew, the days gone by are many."

His simple two sentences instantly silenced the onlookers outside Zuixianlou.

Teng Zixiu stood there, her brows slightly furrowed.

Wine and song, life geometry?

Although the opening is simple and straightforward, it has an indescribable sense of clarity.

Even he couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

Jiang Xiaobai's voice continued: "What can dispel sorrow? Only fine wine. The green of your collar, soothes my heart. For your sake, I have pondered until now."

"The deer cry 'yoyo,' as they eat the wild apples. I have guests, so I play the zither and the sheng."

As each word was spoken, the area outside Zuixianlou fell completely silent.

Even ordinary people and those in the martial arts world who are not familiar with poetry can hear the extraordinary nature of this poem.

The scholars from the Imperial Academy and the Qingshan Society felt their scalps tingle.

Was this poem truly composed on the spot?

Li Zhiwei stood in the crowd, looking at Jiang Xiaobai on the stage with a gentle expression.

As for Lin Qinrou, her beautiful eyes shone even brighter.

The eldest princess listened thoughtfully, her expression filled with admiration.

As for Teng Zixiu on the stage, he listened intently, his brows furrowing incessantly.

There's no denying that this young master of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion is quite something!

"The moon shines brightly, but when can it be grasped? Sorrow arises from within, and it cannot be stopped."

Jiang Xiaobai continued speaking, but paused slightly at this point, then his gaze fell on Teng Zixiu: "Through distant places and fields, we have made friends in vain, shared joys and sorrows, and cherished old kindnesses in our hearts."

Teng Zixiu's face grew increasingly grim as he listened.

What else?

Jiang Xiaobai's poem indeed goes on: "The moon is bright and the stars are few; crows fly south. They circle the tree thrice; on which branch can they perch?"

"Mountains are never too high, seas are never too deep."

As he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaobai raised his head, his voice rising in fervor: "The wise men offer their food to the needy, and the world's hearts turn to them..."

As the last sentence fell, the area outside Zuixianlou became eerily quiet.

Indeed, everyone stood there, unable to come to their senses for a long time.

Teng Zixiu's face was extremely pale. He moved his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Yes, how so?

But how should one act?

"hehe."

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Teng Zixiu's expression and couldn't help but smile: "I wonder... are you satisfied?"

Teng Zixiu's face flushed red, and she was just about to speak.

But Jiang Xiaobai interrupted him, saying, "Don't rush!"

As he spoke, Jiang Xiaobai's lips curled up again: "Listen carefully!"

"Next... five words!"