Although Wenren Sheng had seen through his opponent's disguise, he did not expose him immediately. He wanted to see what exactly the other party intended to do and what his background was.
So he remained calm and followed the Azure Robe Man with the others, passing through the Bamboo Forest, across flowerbeds, and into a mountain valley. At last, they arrived at a garden of flowing water.
The moment they entered, they heard endless recitations of poetry. Looking up, they saw anciently dressed men everywhere, swaying their heads as they chanted.
"Rain falls from the sky and flows upon the ground. They say spring rain is precious as oil. Planting crops in the rain is such a bother, so why not just sell oil instead?"
They had barely understood the first poem before it left them utterly dumbfounded.
Yet this was only the beginning. What came next shocked them even more.
"From afar, North Mountain looks black and hazy, thin at the top and thick below. Lowering my head, I see the lake by the mountain, thick at the top and thin below."
"What flies through the sky, piled east and piled west? Looking up, what a fright—turns out the heavens are flooding!"
The crowd looked at one another in dismay.
Someone could not help whispering, "At this level, I could squeeze out a few myself."
"Yeah. My language score on the National College Entrance Examination was only barely passing, but give me a day and I could write three or four."
"Looks like this isn't very difficult."
The panda turned to Li Yuanfeng and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Before Li Yuanfeng could answer, the Azure Robe Man wore an intoxicated expression and repeatedly nodded at those composing doggerel. "Not bad, not bad. This is truly