Chapter 1 How Did These Two Get Here?

Lu Changsheng was a little surprised.

He hadn't expected that even these two guys would be drawn to the Bliss Banquet of the Jin Dynasty.

Beneath the Literary Pagoda, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng walked side by side, though they weren't wearing the robes of Great Luo elders, but rather brocade robes.

Liu Qingfeng was alright, looking quite refined, but Wang Fugui was fat and chubby, and even boasted about how good he was at writing poetry?

"In recent years, they've been joining in on all the fun, saying they're learning from Senior Brother and also want to experience the mortal world," Junior Sister Yun Rou said with a light laugh.

Lu Changsheng couldn't help but fall silent.

This was called experiencing the mortal world? Glancing at Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng, dressed in brocade robes, looking like they possessed immense wealth, with four or five servants following beside them, each carrying many things, and this was called experiencing the mortal world?

Are you sure they didn't come to the mortal world to enjoy themselves?

Alas!

Sighing, Lu Changsheng knew that running into these two in a place like this wouldn't lead to anything good.

"Qingfeng Senior Brother, I'm not bragging, but apart from the Great Luo Saint Lord, no one in the world can compare to me in terms of writing poetry," Wang Fugui said confidently.

This surprised Liu Qingfeng even more.

"Fugui Junior Brother, are you sure?"

Liu Qingfeng was very surprised.

"I'm sure. If you don't believe me, wait until the Literary Pagoda opens, and I'll show you what it means to reach the top."

Wang Fugui was very serious.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the entire Literary Pagoda burst out with dazzling light, and waves of sage-like sounds rang out.

"As Heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement!"

"When the gold is scattered, it will come again."

"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

The sounds of the sages echoed, all of which were spoken by Lu Changsheng. The Literary Pagoda rumbled, and then the eight doors opened on their own, inviting the world's literati to enter and write poetry.

For a time, countless talented men and beautiful women walked in, and many cultivators also entered.

The pagoda was a Dao artifact. It didn't look very big from the outside, but once inside, it was very spacious.

It could accommodate 100,000 people inside.

"Senior Brother, shall we go in?"

Junior Sister Yun Rou asked.

Lu Changsheng nodded. It wouldn't hurt to go in and take a look, and he could also see if Wang Fugui had improved in recent years.

Soon.

Lu Changsheng and Qian Yunrou entered the Literary Pagoda.

Hanging on the walls of the pagoda were sheets of white paper, with topics written on them. One had to write a poem based on the topic. If it was well-written and recognized by the Literary Pagoda, one could go upstairs. If not, one could only stay put.

"Fugui Junior Brother, hurry up and write a poem. This topic is quite good, using heavy snow as the theme."

Beside him, Liu Qingfeng pulled Wang Fugui to write a poem.

"Qingfeng Senior Brother, wait a moment, let me think."

Wang Fugui wiped the grease from his mouth, frowning as he looked at the topic.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth.

"The heavy snow is white and boundless, the grass and trees are frozen into ice, the poor roll up in their quilts, the rich admire the snow scenery."

Wang Fugui said here, sighing, with a feeling of sharing the worries of the people.

Liu Qingfeng fell silent.

Not only did he fall silent, but the surrounding scholars were also stunned.

Only a few attendants cheered.

"Good poem, good poem. This poem by the young master uses simplicity to describe the scene in the first two lines, and directly points out the poverty of the people in the world in the last two lines. What a 'rolling up in their quilts,' it is both vivid and reasonable. This humble one admires it, this humble one truly admires it."

"Yes, yes, poor families can only shiver in their quilts during heavy snow, while the rich admire the snow scenery. This poem satirizes the gap between the rich and the poor. It is truly the work of a great writer."

"It's hard to imagine that Young Master Wang is not only handsome, but also writes poetry so well. He is a great talent, truly a great talent."

The attendants praised through gritted teeth, managing to turn a mediocre poem into something like this. It was really not easy.

"Qingfeng Senior Brother, what do you think of this poem?"

Wang Fugui asked Liu Qingfeng, his face flushed.

Liu Qingfeng thought for a while. To be honest, he really didn't have much research on poetry. Although he felt that Wang Fugui's poem wasn't very good, the problem was that what these few attendants said sounded pretty good.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingfeng gave a look of affirmation and said, "It's pretty good. It has the style of Senior Brother Changsheng."

He said.

This made Lu Changsheng fall silent once again.

Sure enough, Wang Fugui's poetry skills were still so touching.

Sighing.

Lu Changsheng really didn't know what to say.

However, as the scholars continued to write poems, the stairs still did not appear, which meant that the Literary Pagoda did not recognize their poems.

And so, time passed little by little.

A full hour passed.

100,000 scholars gathered, but no one had reached the second floor.

Outside the Literary Pagoda, all the people in the capital, or even the cultivators, were looking at the Literary Pagoda.

It had been an hour, and no one had been able to reach the second floor.

This was very rare. Usually, someone would go upstairs in about fifteen minutes.

It had been an hour, and no one had succeeded in clearing the level.

It was very puzzling.

And so, another half an hour passed. It was already late at night. In theory, someone should have climbed the tower by now.

Reaching the top might be a bit of an exaggeration, but at least thirty or forty floors should have been reached, right?

But among the 100,000 scholars, there was no shortage of truly talented people, but they still couldn't reach the second floor, which was really puzzling.

However, at this moment, a voice slowly rang out.

"From all the hills, the birds have vanished quite, From every human trace, the paths have faded out. In a lone boat, an old man, cloaked, might be, Angling alone amidst the cold river's snow."

The voice rang out, calm and beautiful.

Twenty characters described the solitary snow scene.

At this moment, all the literati were silent.

Wasn't this poem a little too beautiful?

And within the Literary Pagoda, the scene of a snowy landscape appeared.

On the snowy river, a small boat, an old fisherman, was fishing alone in the cold heart of the river.

Thousands of mountains and rivers had no birds, the world was pure and silent, spotless, and soundless.

The scholars were shocked.

However, at this moment, Liu Qingfeng and Wang Fugui were also shocked.

The two of them turned their heads and looked at Lu Changsheng with incredible expressions.

Although they couldn't recognize Lu Changsheng's appearance, they could recognize his voice.

However, at this moment.

The ancient Literary Pagoda trembled.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire pagoda burst out with boundless light, and terrifying talent turned into a beam of divine light, piercing straight into the sky.

Within the Literary Pagoda, the portraits of the sages hanging on the walls also bloomed with dazzling light.

Lu Changsheng was also surrounded by extremely extraordinary talent.

A phantom of a literary palace appeared behind Lu Changsheng, with statues of sages manifesting, showing his extraordinary nature.

And at this moment, the entire Jin Dynasty, from top to bottom, was shocked.

Outside the Literary Pagoda, there were four mirrors that allowed people outside the Literary Pagoda to see the scenes inside.

The wooden mask on Lu Changsheng's face also disintegrated on its own at this moment.