âDing! Congratulations to host for successfully activating 300 Tang Poems. The contents from this book has completely been uploaded into your mind.â
Following the systemâs notifications, Xu Que felt an immense amount of knowledge on poetry within his head. In the blink of an eye, he had assimilated all these information.
Poem competition? Whoâs afraid?
Xu Que smiled widely as he took a huge sip of tea before wiping his lips. He then spoke, âAs the scholarly saying goes, âTo not reciprocate in kind, is to go against etiquette.â Since young master Mo gave me some words, I shall return some words to you in the form of a poem!â
The crowd paused in shock. A poem?
Young master Mo was teaching you a lesson and itâs your honor to be taught by someone like him. How dare you speak of returning some words to him? Are you crazy?
Young master Moâs title of Poem King isnât being modest at all. You are just a mere nameless student, and you dare to talk big in front of him!
The crowd broke out in insults as they started throwing harsh words at Xu Que.
A student was shaking his head as he laughed out loudly, âYoung master Mo could read at age three, could write at five years of age. When he was ten, he started composing poems. Even the Fire Emperor called him the Poem King. How dare you belittle his reputation and talk back in defiance. You even mentioned something about returning words to him? Youâre really overestimating yourself!â
âIs that so? Whatâre you going to do about it?â
Xu Que laughed out before he continued, âWhen I was three years old, I was composing poems about rivers and history. When I was five, I was writing poems so long that they resembled seas. When I was ten, the subject of my writings were no longer limited and I was writing about everything under the sun, including grass, rocks, trees. I was dubbed the Poem Deity. My nickname was Dugu Qiu Bai, a loner begging for failure!â
ââŚâ The entire scene fell into absolute silence!
Some of them looked at Xu Que incredulously, speechless to whatever he had just said.
Of course, they had met people who could boast and yet nobody could come close to Xu Que, who could boast about owning the heavens!
Poem Deity? A loner begging for failure? Why donât you just call yourself God then?
Tang Liu Feng had a bitter expression of his face as he clutched his forehead, as though he was seated on a matt filled with needles. He too, felt that Xu Que had gone overboard with his bragging.
If he could really write poems so well since a young age, then why hasnât anyone heard of his name?
When Mo Yun Shang heard Xu Queâs words, he couldnât help but smile and shake his head. He then looked at Xu Que mockingly, âSince brother Li decided to return a poem to me, fine. I shall prick an ear and listen attentively to what he has to say!â
As soon as he said this, the entire crowd cheered and started praising him.
âIndeed, young master Mo is an exemplary student with his poise and elegance!â
âThis is a true role model for everyone on how to handle an arrogant student!â
At this point, Madam Yaâs eyes were gleaming as she found a place for herself to sit. Her eyes were still focused on Xu Que.
In actual fact, she couldnât stand any longer, for she was completely drained of energy.
As the sister of Fire Emperor, Madam Ya has a secret that nobody knows about. She highly regards and even revere students with exceptional talents. Everytime she sees someone reciting a good poem, her emotions would go out of control. This will manifest in her body as her legs will go weak. She will also turn extremely red in the face.
Today, she had met Li Bai, who was unheard of before this event, who possessed extraordinary talents in intelligence and guile. Against Bright Saints Collegeâs Poem King, young master Mo, the both of them are an equal match for each other. Watching them go against each other head on caused Madam Ya to lose control of her own emotions. Even before they had started, her legs started to tremble.
Xu Que had also noticed Madam Yaâs blazing gaze upon his body as was startled. Fuck me, why is this lady so scary? It looks as though sheâs about to swallow me whole. Itâs too distracting!
However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xu Que didnât dare to read too much into this now. He focused all his attention away from those thoughts.
He directed his gaze towards Mo Yun Shan, âYoung master Mo, you mentioned something about haughtiness inviting failure and modesty welcomes wisdom. You were scolding me for being haughty and arrogant huh? Although your words are correct, you cannot use this on just anyone!â
âFor example, me. I used to be extremely modest. Someone told me that my poem writing skills were fantastic, but I insisted that they were only average. As soon as I said those words, that man slapped my face on the spot for being hypocritical. Hence, I turned over a new leaf and stopped making the mistake of being too modest ever again.â
ââŚâ When everyone heard this, their lips twitched violently, unsure of how to react to this.
Anyone who dared to speak such words were clearly shameless beyond measure and had reached the pinnacle of being a braggart. To someone like this, everyone would often have no words in reply.
âOutrageous! Vulgar kid trying to appease the crowd!â At this, the expressionless young master Zhao burst out in anger after he cleared his throat.
Everyone turned their heads to look at him before looking back at Xu Que. They were smiling, elated in his downfall.
Li Bai, Li Bai. Youâre doomed. You even managed to annoy the leader of the four great students. Letâs see how you can remain arrogant!
Tang Liu Feng was so afraid that his face had turned as white as sheet. He then nudged Xu Que to remind him, âBrother⌠Brother Li, even young master Zhao has spoken out. Maybe you should stop here!
âWhy should I?â Xu Que didnât care one bit.
âHe⌠Heâs the leader of the four great students. A few days later, when the Flaming Sun Princess chooses her Prince Consort, he would be the number one candidate. We must be careful not to offend him!â
âPrince Consort?â Hearing these words, Xu Que was enraged further but suppressed it white a cold smile, âHe will never become the Prince Consort!â
âButâŚâ Tang Liu Feng was at a loss for words as well. He realized that no matter what he said, he was never going to convince Xu Que to stop and thus decided to remain silent.
Right at this point, Mo Yun Shang revealed a look of impatience as if he had overestimated this Li Bai. He then stood up, disinterested, as he spoke out, âLi Bai, whereâs the poem you promised?â
âOh, I almost forgot. Young master Mo. Listen up. This poem will be extremely educational for you!â
Xu Que placed the tea cup down and took out his fan. He then looked into the distance and put on a pretentious look.
The audience had ignored his boasts as they fixed their gazes upon him, waiting for him to make a fool of himself!
Madam Ya was taking deep breaths, her eyes were filled in eager anticipation.
After Xu Que had posed like a scholarly student for several moments, he finally opened his mouth and recited, âThree feet from the ground rests a gutter, water flows through it every single day regardless of seasons.â
The crowd were shocked when they heard this. Was this a poem about nature? How would there any educational element in this poem?
Right at this point, there was a loud smack as Xu Que closed the fan within his palms and completed the poem, âNeither cows nor goats will eat the grass around. But Yun Shan will wash his head in the ditch!â
Three feet from the ground rests a gutter, water flows through it every single day regardless of seasons
Neither cows nor goats will eat the grass around. But Yun Shan will wash his head in the ditch!
âHuh?â
When the crowd heard this, they frowned, unable to understand the poem.
Wasnât this a normal poem about nature and scenery?
Ai, that canât be. Yun Shan will wash his head? Isnât Yun Shan young master Moâs name?
This poem isnât that simple!
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âThree feet from the ground is a ditch, water flows through it every single day? Three feet from the ground, why would there be a ditch? Thatâs strangeâŚâ Tang Liu Feng was repeating Xu Queâs poem as he sipped his tea, clearly deep in thought.
Seeing everyone deep in thought, Xu Que was extremely calm as he returned to the dessert on his table.
Actually, this poem wasnât a Tang dynasty poem at all. In fact, itâs an internet humorous poem that has been making its rounds. Or rather, it was a dirty poem!
âThree feet from the ground is a ditchâ was referring to a part of women that mustnât be described. As for âYun Shan washing his headâ, it referred to young master Mo as a penis!
Xu Que didnât feel that this was inappropriate at all. Since you scolded me for being arrogant, I can scold you back too. Returning politeness with politeness, there was nothing wrong!