Chapter 1 Wangjiang Restaurant

Inside Wangjiang Restaurant.

It was indeed incomparably luxurious.

With carved dragons and painted phoenixes, pavilions and towers, green tiles and vermillion eaves, every corner was lit with a high-quality sandalwood incense, refreshing the mind and nourishing the spirit.

Wangjiang Restaurant had five floors.

Qian Qiye’s private room was in the center of the fifth floor. Each private room was not connected to avoid any accidents, while also maintaining absolute soundproofing.

Qian Qiye was right. The maids of Wangjiang Restaurant were all extremely beautiful. Arriving at the fifth floor, eight stunning women stood at the door, with smiles on their faces, but when they saw Lu Changsheng,

They were instantly stunned!

After regaining their senses, they eagerly led Lu Changsheng into the elegant pavilion.

Leaving Qian Qiye on the side somewhat dumbfounded.

"Just get used to it. As long as they are women, none of them remain unmoved upon seeing my Eldest Brother. But it's strange with you. Are you not moved by Eldest Brother?"

Liu Qingfeng was already used to it.

"Scram!"

Qian Qiye replied with one word, and then followed into the elegant pavilion.

Inside the elegant pavilion, spiritual fruits and fine wine had already been laid out.

Qian Qiye naturally sat by the window and poured wine for Lu Changsheng.

"Master, I heard that you are a Human Clan Literary Saint. Are you going to participate in this poetry competition?"

Qian Qiye asked.

"Who is my Eldest Brother? How could he participate in such a competition with a group of ordinary people?"

Liu Qingfeng finished the boast for Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng took a sip of wine and did not answer.

"That's right. Although there is a reward of 100,000 jin of spirit stones for winning first place, Master probably doesn't care about such things."

Qian Qiye nodded and said earnestly.

How much?

100,000 jin?

Lu Changsheng also knew about spirit stones.

They were equivalent to hard currency in the world of Xianxia (Chinese fantasy), but although spirit stones were measured by weight, they were very dense. Therefore, a jin of spirit stones was only about the size of a fingernail.

But in the world of Xianxia, with spirit stones, one could travel thousands of miles, without spirit stones, one could not move an inch.

It was easy for Lu Changsheng to get spirit stones, by selling materials or directly asking someone, such as Qian Qiye.

But Lu Changsheng could not do such a thing. It was fine to joke around on weekdays, but if he really needed something, he would rather ask the Great Luo Holy Land than anyone else.

It was a small matter to owe a favor, but it was troublesome to incur karma.

So, upon hearing about 100,000 jin of spirit stones, Lu Changsheng took another sip of wine and looked at Liu Qingfeng.

"Junior Brother, you are wrong. There is no distinction between noble and humble among scholars. Moreover, in my Senior Brother's hometown, there is a famous saying. Do you know what it is?"

Lu Changsheng said calmly.

"What?"

Qian Qiye and Liu Qingfeng both looked curious.

"Since we're here!"

Lu Changsheng replied with a serious face.

Liu Qingfeng: ???.

Qian Qiye: ???.

They did not understand what this meant, but it sounded like it made sense.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Suddenly, with the sound of bells, the poetry competition officially began.

In the center of the square, an old man held a jade scroll in his hand and said with a smile, "This Lantern Festival poetry competition is co-sponsored by the Great Qian Dynasty, Wanbao Trading Company, Jifubao Commercial Bank, and Qie Commercial Bank. The topic was also set by the Grand Tutor of the dynasty an hour ago!"

"Please listen carefully, all talented scholars."

"The topic is: green grass, drizzle, spring, and the imperial capital. Compose a seven-character poem within the time of one incense stick. Just write the poem and put it in the cabinet. The directors of the Hanlin Academy will cross-examine it, and the top three poems will be decided within one hour."

The old man's voice was loud and clear. He was a cultivator. At this moment, everyone began to think.

Green grass!

Drizzle!

Spring!

Imperial capital!

Lu Changsheng carefully thought and searched the five hundred Tang poems in his mind.

"I've got it." Liu Qingfeng slapped his thigh.

"What have you got?"

Qian Qiye was a little curious.

"Compose a poem, of course."

Liu Qingfeng said.

"You can also compose poetry?"

Qian Qiye was full of curiosity.

"Why not? Following my Eldest Brother, even a pig can compose poetry."

Liu Qingfeng said unconvinced, but after saying it, he realized that this sentence seemed to be scolding himself.

Immediately, Liu Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "Listen to me recite it first!"

"Recite it."

Qian Qiye nodded.

"Ahem!" Liu Qingfeng even coughed deliberately, then stood up and slowly opened his mouth.

"Green grass rushes, drizzle lingering, spring comes early, celebration in the imperial capital!"

"How is it? Is it good?"

Liu Qingfeng asked excitedly.

"Pfft!"

Lu Changsheng spat out a mouthful of tea.

This is called poetry?

Is that it?

Are you kidding me?

Isn't this just adding a word to idioms?

However, what was shocking was that.

Qian Qiye, who was always venomous, actually nodded and said thoughtfully, "Your poem is not bad, but people say seven-character poems, this is a five-character poem, it won't work."

Qian Qiye said this.

Lu Changsheng spat again. He looked at Qian Qiye and couldn't help asking, "Are you serious?"

"Serious about what?"

Qian Qiye looked puzzled.

"You think this poem is not bad?"

Lu Changsheng asked.

"Although I don't think this kid is very pleasing, this poem is indeed okay."

Qian Qiye nodded seriously.

Liu Qingfeng was a little upset when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he didn't have any temper. After all, this was the first person who praised him for writing poetry well, so he held it back.

"Heh..."

Lu Changsheng had nothing to say.

Everything in this world is good, but the liberal arts are too rubbish.

This is called poetry?

Not bad?

Heh.

"Then what do you think should be added?"

Liu Qingfeng asked Qian Qiye.

"What to add? Let me think about it."

Qian Qiye pondered carefully.

Lu Changsheng was too lazy to pay attention to the two of them.

He began to think about his own poems.

After a while, Lu Changsheng thought of it.

"Pen and ink, serve."

Lu Changsheng spoke.

In an instant, the woman at the door brought pen and ink.

Lu Changsheng picked up the pen and then slowly wrote.

"The drizzle on the heavenly street is as moist as grease."

"The color of the grass is seen from afar, but not close by."

"The best time of year is spring."

"Surpassing the smoky willows that fill the imperial capital."

Lu Changsheng finished in one breath.

This poem is very famous and very suitable for today's topic.

Green grass, drizzle, spring, imperial capital.

Very good, very good.

It is both appropriate and a good poem.

Liu Qingfeng and Qian Qiye both leaned over to watch.

"Good poem, good poem, Eldest Brother's move is indeed extraordinary. Alas, compared to it, my poem may only be one-tenth of Senior Brother's. The gap is still too big."

Liu Qingfeng flattered.

"The poem is pretty good, but I don't understand it. It's a bit complicated, not as simple as the one you wrote."

Qian Qiye replied honestly.

"Send the poem over."

Lu Changsheng left his signature, and then asked the people from Wangjiang Restaurant to send it over.

Thus, the time of one incense stick quickly passed.

Then, there began to be song and dance performances in the center of the square.

The finale will be revealed after an hour.

Soon, an hour passed quickly.

The song and dance performance ended.

The old man took the stage again, holding several poems in his hand and smiling: "Okay, thank you all talented scholars for your enthusiastic participation. With the fierce competition, the top three of the poetry competition have been decided."

The sound rang, and the talented scholars applauded, lively and unparalleled.