Next came Aihandebu's request.
He called Li Yuanfeng and asked for a way to communicate with Green Bamboo. Li Yuanfeng said they were organizing the next group to make contact and told him to wait two days.
Wenren Sheng agreed.
He recalled that Aihandebu had once mentioned an embarrassing incident involving "Green Bamboo." It had wanted to meet a great literary master, only for things to somehow turn into a matter involving toilet slips, which had made it laugh for centuries.
Now the wheel had turned. It was someone else's turn to laugh at it.
Two days later, Wenren Sheng and a group of contemporary masters of ancient literature entered the bamboo forest in the valley once again.
There were still scholars everywhere, with poetry ringing in their ears.
Fortunately, there were no doggerel verses like last time. Everything was proper poetry now, and there were even songs.
"White, white, white, a sheet of white, white to the depths, naturally white..."
Truly very proper...
After listening to the poems and lyrics these people had composed, Wenren Sheng discovered that, purely in terms of poetic skill, many of them were no worse than the famous poems of his previous life.
After all, these people were the cream of the crop, having undergone rigorous and scientific training. How could the ancients have had such an environment? They had merely studied under teachers, then relied on talent and diligence, combined with their circumstances and experiences, to eventually produce a few famous poems.
Yet precisely because of that, these poems always felt somewhat false in their meaning and artistic conception, lacking genuine emotion.
After all, it was difficult for these people to have truly experienced such things.
Wenren Sheng thought it over. He did not know how to communicate with Azure Bamboo either. After