No Birds Fly Over a Thousand Mountains; No One Walks Along Ten Thousand Paths!
"Why are these two here too?"
Lu Changsheng was somewhat surprised.
Unexpectedly, the Jin Kingdom's Pure Land Banquet attracted these two as well.
Beneath the Literature Tower, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng walked together, but instead of wearing the robes of the Great Luo Elders, they were dressed in brocade.
Liu Qingfeng was alright; he looked quite refined. Wang Fugui, on the other hand, was fat and chubby, and he boasted that he was good at writing poetry.
"In recent years, they have joined in on all sorts of excitement, saying that they want to learn from their senior brother and also Mortal Transformation."
Yunrou chuckled.
This caused Lu Changsheng to fall silent.
Is this what you call "Mortal Transformation"? A quick glance revealed Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng, dressed in brocade robes, looking incredibly wealthy, with four or five servants beside them, each carrying a lot of things. Is this Mortal Transformation"?
Are you sure this isn't about enjoying the mortal world?
Well!
With a sigh, Lu Changsheng knew that encountering these two guys in a place like this was bound to bring trouble.
"Senior Brother Qing Feng, I'm not bragging, but apart from the Da Luo Holy Lord, no one in the world can compare to me when it comes to composing poetry."
Wang Fugui said with absolute certainty.
This surprised Liu Qingfeng even more.
"Junior Brother Fugui, are you sure?"
Liu Qingfeng was very surprised.
"I'm sure. If you don't believe me, I'll show you what it means to reach the top when the Literature Tower opens."
Wang Fugui was very serious.
However, the moment he finished speaking, the entire Literature Tower burst forth with dazzling light, and the sounds of saints resounded.
"As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement!"
"A fortune lost will return."
"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
The voice of the sage rang out, all spoken by Lu Changsheng. The Literature Tower boomed, and then its eight doors opened on their own, inviting scholars from all over the world to enter and compose poems.
In no time, countless talented men and beautiful women went inside, and many cultivators also followed suit.
The pagoda is a Daoist artifact. It doesn't look very big from the outside, but once you go inside, it's quite spacious.
It can accommodate 100,000 people.
"Senior brother, shall we go in?"
Junior Sister Yunrou asked this question.
Lu Changsheng nodded. It wouldn't hurt to go in and take a look. It would be a good opportunity to see if Wang Fugui had made any progress over the years.
Soon.
Lu Changsheng and Qian Yunrou entered the Literature Tower.
On the walls of the pagoda, there are sheets of white paper with titles written on them. You can write a poem based on the title. If your poem is well-written and approved by the Literature Tower, you can go upstairs. If not, you can only stay here.
"Junior Brother Fugui, quickly compose a poem. This topic is quite good. Use heavy snow as the subject."
Nearby, Liu Qingfeng pulled Wang Fugui to compose a poem.
"Senior Brother Qing Feng, please wait a moment, let me think about it."
Wang Fugui wiped the grease from his mouth and frowned as he looked at the question.
After a while, he slowly spoke.
"The snow is white and vast, the grass and trees are frozen, the poor are huddled in their blankets, while the rich enjoy the snow scenery."
Wang Fugui sighed as he spoke, a sense of sympathy for the people at the same time.
Liu Qingfeng, who was standing to the side, fell silent.
Not only did he fall silent, but the talented men around him were also stunned.
Only a few of the attendants cheered.
"What a fine poem, what a fine poem! Young master, the first two lines of this poem use simple description, while the last two lines go straight to the poverty of the people. What a wonderful example of rolling up a quilt! It is both vivid and reasonable. I admire you, I truly admire you."
"Yes, yes, poor people can only shiver and huddle in their quilts during a heavy snowfall, while the rich can enjoy the snow scene. This poem satirizes the gap between the rich and the poor, truly the work of a great writer."
"It's hard to imagine that not only is Young Master Wang handsome, but he is also such a good poet. He is truly a man of exceptional talent."
Several attendants forced themselves to praise, saying that it was truly remarkable to be able to exaggerate a simple poem like this.
"Senior Brother Qing Feng, what do you think of this poem?"
Wang Fugui, his face flushed, asked Liu Qingfeng.
Liu Qingfeng thought about it for a moment. To be honest, he didn't really know much about poetry. Although he didn't think Wang Fugui's poem was very good, the problem was that his followers said it quite well.
After thinking for a moment, Liu Qingfeng gave him an approving look and said, "Pretty good, he has the demeanor of Senior Brother Changsheng."
He said this.
This caused Lu Changsheng, who was standing to the side, to fall silent once again.
Sure enough, Wang Fugui's ability to compose poetry remains as touching as ever.
He sighed.
Lu Changsheng really didn't know what to say.
However, as the talented scholars continued to compose poems, the staircase still did not appear, which meant that the Literature Tower did not approve of their poems.
And so, time passed little by little.
A full hour passed.
Ten thousand talented scholars gathered, but none of them went up to the second floor.
Outside the Literature Tower, all the people and cultivators in the entire capital city turned their attention to it.
An hour has passed, and no one has been able to reach the second level.
This is very rare; normally, someone might come upstairs in about fifteen minutes.
It's been an hour, and no one has been able to pass the test successfully.
It's very puzzling.
And so another half hour passed, and it was already late at night. Theoretically, someone should have climbed the tower by now.
Reaching the top might be an exaggeration, but it should at least be thirty or forty stories high, right?
Among the 100,000 talented scholars, there is no shortage of truly gifted individuals, yet they still cannot ascend to the second level, which is truly perplexing.
However, at that moment, a voice slowly rang out.
"Birds have vanished from a thousand mountains, and human tracks have disappeared from ten thousand paths; a lone boat, an old man in a straw hat and raincoat, fishing alone on the cold river in the snow."
The sound rang out, calm and beautiful.
Twenty words perfectly captured the loneliness of the snowy scene.
At this moment, all the scholars fell silent.
This poem is just too beautiful.
Meanwhile, within the Literature Tower, the colors of a snowy landscape appeared.
On the snow-covered river, a small boat carries an old fisherman, fishing alone in the cold heart of the river.
Not a single bird can be seen across the mountains and rivers; the world is pure and silent, spotless and utterly still.
The talented men were shocked.
However, at that moment, Liu Qingfeng and Wang Fugui were also shocked.
The two of them turned around and looked at Lu Changsheng with incredulous eyes.
Although they couldn't recognize Lu Changsheng's appearance, they could distinguish his voice.
But at this very moment...
The ancient Literature Tower trembled.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The entire pagoda burst forth with boundless light; its terrifying power transformed into a beam of divine light that pierced the heavens.
Inside the Literature Tower, the portraits of saints hanging on the walls also radiate a dazzling light.
Lu Changsheng was also surrounded by extraordinary talent.
A phantom of a Literature Palace appeared behind Lu Changsheng, and one after another, saints manifested, displaying their extraordinary nature.
At that very moment, the entire Jin Kingdom was shocked.
Outside the Literature Tower, there are four mirrors that allow people outside the Literature Tower to see what's inside.
At that moment, the wooden mask on Lu Changsheng's face also disintegrated on its own.