Looking at these Sons of Saints acting like simps, Lu Changsheng finally understood why the Central Continent had declined.

Look at the cultivators from the Eastern Lands, standing perfectly still, unmoved.

And look at you all, it's just…!

Sigh!

Lu Changsheng felt disappointed.

Just then, Wang Xuanji, who was not far away, snapped out of her thoughts. Hearing that Lu Changsheng had arrived, she looked around, and upon spotting him, hurried over.

"Senior Brother Lu! You're here! Quickly, quickly, everyone move aside a bit, don't affect Senior Brother Lu's breathing of fresh air."

Wang Xuanji seemed somewhat excited.

"Senior Brother Lu, you've come too."

Li Rulong also walked over, beaming.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Lu." Zhang Yuanru also rushed over, bowing respectfully upon seeing Lu Changsheng.

"Imperial Tutor! Imperial Tutor! After several months of separation, I've finally seen you again. I, Qian Yiyuan, am truly not good with words, so here's wishing the Imperial Tutor, vigor like a dragon-horse, overflowing with joy, a happy marriage, the auspiciousness of the Three Yangs, double the happiness, fortune as vast as the Eastern Sea, longevity surpassing the Southern Mountain, love stronger than gold, auspiciousness and good fortune, sparkling starlight, joy and jubilation, perfect flowers and a full moon, icing on the cake, warmth in the snow, good luck shining upon you, Hongxing Erke!" (Hongxing Erke is a Chinese sportswear brand).

Qian Yiyuan, who knew where he had appeared from, launched into a string of blessings as soon as he arrived.

Many people present were dumbfounded.

You call that not being good with words?

Icing on the cake is understandable, but what's with the warmth in the snow?

However, unlike the others' incomprehension, Lu Changsheng understood Qian Yiyuan very well, and was also very curious about what Qian Yiyuan had experienced as a child to make him like this.

"Didn't your sister come?"

Lu Changsheng asked curiously.

"She didn't come, she went to war."

Qian Yiyuan shook his head and replied.

"Went to war?"

"Yes, she said it's boring in the Imperial Capital, and she can't bully people by relying on her status, so she went to the border to fight, to bully others. Imperial Tutor, you don't have to worry about her, she won't suffer losses."

Qian Yiyuan said with a smile.

Lu Changsheng couldn't help but feel that the Great Qian Dynasty was doomed.

Just then, the Azure-Purple Son of the Saints immediately spoke up.

"What's the situation now? I specially invited Senior Brother Lu to come here to bring glory to us male cultivators."

The Azure-Purple Son of the Saints said.

"What? Bring glory to the men's football team? I can't do that."

Lu Changsheng misheard him.

"No, bring glory to us male cultivators. Senior Brother Lu, what's the men's football team?"

The Azure-Purple Son of the Saints was a little confused.

"Oh, male cultivators." Lu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief. It was just that the Azure-Purple Son of the Saints spoke a little too fast, so he misheard him.

"Si Kong Nanqin of the Heavenly Fragrance Sect has already drafted the questions. The one on the left is the question drafted by Si Kong Nanqin, but until now, no one has been able to get Fairy Nanqin to nod her head. The questions drafted by the Linglong Saintess are also somewhat similar, and of course, no one has written poetry that satisfies the Saintess so far."

Wang Xuanji said.

"We really don't understand this lovey-dovey stuff. Senior Brother Lu, we're counting on you now."

The Shu Sect Son of the Saints said seriously.

It wasn't just him, many people were looking at Lu Changsheng, their eyes full of anticipation.

Lu Changsheng couldn't help but frown.

He had indeed read a few books, but the problem was that he really didn't know many poems about love.

However, Wang Fugui, who was on the side, pondered for a while after reading the poems, and then slowly said, "Actually, to be honest, I have some research on poetry."

As soon as he said this, it aroused everyone's curiosity.

"Oh, who is this?"

"Senior Brother Lu's friend, Brother Wang." The Azure-Purple Son of the Saints explained.

Everyone nodded repeatedly. Since he was Lu Changsheng's friend, he was naturally no ordinary person.

"Brother Wang, if you have some talent, you can give it a try. Anyway, trying doesn't cost anything. We've all tried, but unfortunately, the poems were average and we couldn't get the Fairy's approval."

Wang Xuanji said.

Hearing everyone say this, Wang Fugui felt even more at ease.

"In that case, I'll make a fool of myself."

Wang Fugui said.

Everyone was full of anticipation.

Only Lu Changsheng seemed a little silent.

He still vividly remembered Wang Fugui's classic poem, "Red Boat Jinling Tour, the boat accompanies the fish."

But it was also good to let Wang Fugui set the stage first, so that he could stand out.

Very good, very good, very good indeed!

"Since the theme is love and missed opportunities, then I, Wang, will make a poem on the spot."

"A talented man loves a beautiful woman, the mother-in-law is snobbish, the bride price is sixty-six thousand, and the opportunity is lost forever!"

Wang Fugui spoke, his voice full of emotion, and at the end, he even shed two lines of clear tears.

The scene instantly fell silent.

The entire hall was silent.

Wang Fugui felt a little guilty.

"Good!"

After a while, someone spoke. It was Wang Xuanji's voice. He looked calm and was the first to applaud.

"This poem sounds a bit ordinary at first, but upon closer inspection, it feels so close to life."

Li Rulong also followed suit and praised.

"I seem to see a pair of lovers, the man has love and the woman has intention, but unfortunately, they encountered a snobbish mother-in-law who demanded a sky-high bride price in order to break them up, which ultimately led to two people in love not being able to be together. Wuwuwu, I'm crying!"

"I'm crying too!"

"This is poetry, poetry that is close to life. With just a few simple words, it can describe such a moving story. Good, good!"

"I'm crying too. When I saw my Dao companion wasn't crying, I beat her until she cried."

"Good, good, good!"

"Another one! Quick, another one!"

"As expected of someone who is by Senior Brother Lu's side, he's simply talented and knowledgeable!"

"Even a pig would be talented by Senior Brother Lu's side, let alone a person! This Brother Wang is full of talent."

In the ancient workshop, sounds of praise rang out, causing Lu Changsheng to suffocate.

Are you guys serious?

Fellow Daoists, how much does each good review cost? Let's make money together? Don't leave me alone.

Lu Changsheng was dumbfounded. Although he knew that Wang Fugui's poems were terrible, he didn't expect him to refresh his understanding once again?

Lu Changsheng began to doubt his life. He felt that could there be anything worse than this in the world?

Hearing everyone's praise, Wang Fugui became even more energetic.

"In that case, I'll make a fool of myself with the second poem."

"Ahem!"

Wang Fugui even deliberately adjusted his emotions.

Then he spoke.

"Since the second theme is admiration and fear, then I will once again make a fool of myself."

"There is a beauty in the north."

Wang Fugui said.

Hey, not bad, the first sentence finally has some ink.

Lu Changsheng was a little curious.

Then, Wang Fugui continued to speak.

"There is a beauty in the north, her appearance is really beautiful, I really want to take her home, but unfortunately I dare not!"

Sigh!

Speaking of this, Wang Fugui sighed deeply, his eyes full of unspeakable loneliness.

Hiss!

Lu Changsheng retracted what he had just said.

There really was a poem worse than the first one.

This damn thing.

Are you the poet Zhang Dapao? (A slang term for someone who talks nonsense).

Inside the Mingyue Ancient Workshop, Lu Changsheng was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of demons and ghosts could write such a poem?

What kind of demons and ghosts is someone who can write such a poem?

This is no longer about being illiterate, this is about being mentally challenged, right?

But what shocked Lu Changsheng again was.

The entire hall was in an uproar again at this moment.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"Although it's a bit vulgar, it comes from the heart, good, good, really good."

"This poem speaks of our thoughts, I really want to take her home, but unfortunately I dare not."

"Yes, although it's a bit vulgar, the ancients said, great elegance is great vulgarity, great vulgarity is great elegance! Appreciated by both the refined and the common, appreciated by both the refined and the common! Hahahaha!"

"This poem reminds me of my Dao companion whom I have never met."

"This poem reminds me of my hometown in my childhood."

"Don't even mention it, this poem reminds me of that unforgettable summer, when Ah Zhen fell in love with Ah Qiang." (A popular internet meme).

"Damn, fellow Daoists, aren't you going too far? How much did you guys get paid?"

"Good, good, good, good, a good one that's appreciated by both the refined and the common."

"Although I think this poem is just so-so, but since you all say it's good, then I'll say it's good too!"

The hall was full of cheers.

Lu Changsheng felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

He was uncomfortable not because the poem was too bad.

But because these people didn't bring him along to make money, they were eating alone.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng really wanted to ask Wang Fugui a question.

How much does each good review cost, I only take half!

Just then, an extremely pleasant voice suddenly rang out.

"I heard that the Daomen's Eldest Senior Brother Lu Changsheng has arrived. I hope that Eldest Senior Brother can use my theme to compose a poem."

The voice rang out, it was Si Kong Nanqin's voice.

At this moment, the ancient workshop fell silent.