Inside Still Water Garden, blue waves are rippling, pavilions and pavilions are built in an orderly manner around the lake, and the carved beams and painted buildings fully reflect the heritage and elegance of the Ancient Clan. The air is filled with the faint fragrance of lotus and ink, and the faint sound of silk and bamboo adds a bit of elegance. At this moment, the park is already crowded with people, their clothes are fluttering. They are all famous people in Ye Clan City, as well as other invited talents from the Ancient Clan.
Jiang Ping'an and Lan Yu walked into the garden under the guidance of the waiter, and instantly attracted a lot of attention. These eyes were full of scrutiny, curiosity, and more of a... condescending indifference and imperceptible contempt.
"Is that Lord Ye who entered the city yesterday?"
"It looks heroic, but this aura... is too sharp and lacks some elegance."
"I heard that he is from Great Barrens? A place like that... what kind of poetry can he know? The fifth elder arranged for him to come to the poetry meeting. I'm afraid it's a bit overwhelming."
"Hush, be quiet! After all, he is the fifth elder's guest. But, let's see how he makes a fool of himself later. Let's have some fun."
"The maid next to him is quite smart, but it's a pity that the pearl secretly cast her..."
Although the whispers were low, they reached the ears of Jiang Ping'an and Lan Yu clearly.
Lan Yu's pretty face sank slightly and looked at Jiang Ping'an with some worry.
Jiang Ping'an didn't care. He glanced over the whole place, as if inspecting his own territory. His calm demeanor, which had experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was incompatible with the soft and elegant surroundings that were deliberately created. It made him look like a bull who broke into a china shop.
"Lang Jun, they..." Lan Yu whispered.
"It's okay, dogs just look down on people." Jiang Ping'an grinned, showing his white teeth, with a bit of wild unruliness, "I'll let them open their eyes later on what a 'dimensionality reduction strike' is."
The two were led to a waterside pavilion near the lake and sat down. The location is not central, but the view is acceptable. As soon as he sat down, he felt a few particularly sharp eyes coming towards him.
Diagonally opposite the water pavilion, a young man wearing a black brocade robe with a handsome face but a bit of aloofness was looking at Jiang Ping'an coldly. He has an outstanding temperament and is surrounded by many Ye Clan disciples, with him being the vague leader.
This person is the leader of poetry of the younger generation of the Ye Clan, a great talent known as one of the "Twin Jewels of the Ye Family" - Ye Gucheng. He looked at Jiang Ping'an with unabashed scrutiny and a hint of disdain, as if he was looking at a vulgar thing that was incompatible with this elegant place.
Not far away, a Elder with white hair and white hair, wearing a simple Confucian shirt, was closing his eyes to meditate. He has a gentle aura, but he has the demeanor of a great master. He is exactly the master of poetry recognized by Ye Clan City and even the entire Ye Clan Grotto-Heaven - Ye Wang. He seemed indifferent to the arrival of Jiang Ping'an, as if he was immersed in his own world, with only the occasional opening and closing of his eyes showing his profound insight into the world.
What is even more eye-catching are the other groups of people. A group of people were dressed in purple Golden Python robes, with graceful and luxurious bearings. The leader was a young man with fair face and slightly sinister eyes, who was the representative Yang Tingyu from the Yang Family Ancient Clan.
The other group of people were wearing simple dark green clothes, with a calm and fierce aura. The leader was a young man who was as straight as a spear, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a majestic air. The whole person was like an unsheathed magic weapon. His sharpness was restrained but heart-stopping.
He is the peerless genius from the Xiao Family Ancient Clan, Xiao Pojun who is rumored to have "the capital of Great Emperor"! When he glanced at Jiang Ping'an, he paused slightly and showed a look of interest. He seemed to be somewhat interested in this city lord from Great Barrens with a unique aura.
The last group of people were wearing moon-white gowns and had a relatively gentle temperament. They were Zhou Qingyang, the representative of the Zhou Family Ancient Clan. He had a warm smile and looked the most peaceful.
It turns out that Still Water Poetry Meet is very famous among the Ancient Clans who are friends with the Ye Family Ancient Clan. Three Ancient Clans, Yang Clan, Xiao Clan and Zhou Clan, traveled millions of miles to attend.
At this time, a beautiful young woman walked up to Jiang Ping'an and greeted her gracefully, "Lord Ye, long time no see."
It turns out that she was Ye Qingxuan who followed Ye Qingtian Ping'an City to ask Jiang Ping'an for an explanation.
"I didn't expect to be able to see Ye Fairy. It's really gratifying." Jiang Ping'an stood up and responded with a calm smile.
As Ye Qingxuan took the initiative to talk to Jiang Ping'an, he immediately attracted the jealous and hostile eyes of many men. They basically knew that Jiang Ping'an was going to marry a woman from the Ye Family Ancient Clan.
Ye Qingxuan is not only the direct descendant of the Ye Clan, she is also as beautiful as a fairy, stunningly talented, and a fairy that many unmarried young men admire and long for.
Fortunately, Ye Qingxuan only said hello to Jiang Ping'an and then returned to her seat.
"The time has come! Still Water Poetry Meet, start now!" A Ye Clan old man stood on the main pavilion with a loud voice.
"The first question: water!" Mr. Su said loudly, "Water is both soft and strong. It nourishes all things and can also cleanse the universe. Please write a poem or a lyric with the title 'water' inside a stick of incense!"
The sandalwood was lit, and the garden became quiet. The only sound was the rustling of the pen tip across the rice paper. The talented and beautiful people either frowned and thought hard, or wrote quickly.
Ye Gucheng picked up the pen almost instantly, looking calm and confident.
Yang Tingyu also quickly started writing, with a sneer on his lips and a provocative glance at Jiang Ping'an. He likes Ye Qingxuan and has always planned to marry Ye Qingxuan.
Xiao Pojun stood with his arms folded, seemingly lacking interest and looking more at the surroundings.
Zhou Qingyang writes carefully with a smile.
Everyone's eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, focused on Jiang Ping'an who was standing in the waterside pavilion in the corner.
I saw this Lord Ye, eating Spirit Melon nuts leisurely, while Lan Yu was peeling nuts for him at the side. The rice paper in front of him is as white as new!
"Pfft..." Someone couldn't help laughing.
"He's really a bastard! He can't even pretend!"
"Looking at his appearance, it doesn't look like he can compose poetry?"
"Fifth Elder this time... alas!"
There was a buzz of ridicule and discussion. Ye Gucheng's eyes became even more contemptuous, and he shook his head slightly. Ye Wang, the Grand Scholar still closed his eyes and frowned almost imperceptibly. Yang Tingyu's face became more sarcastic. Xiao Pojun is amused. Zhou Qingyang's eyes showed disappointment.
Lan Yu said anxiously, "Mr. Lang! The incense is almost gone!"
Jiang Ping'an threw the last melon seed kernel into his mouth, clapped his hands, slowly picked up the pen, and dipped it in the thick ink Lan Yu had polished.
"What's the hurry?" He grinned, and in full view of everyone, he picked up his pen and waved a brush!
The tip of the pen falls, the iron painting and the silver hook are filled with a murderous spirit like a golden sword and an iron horse, wild and free!
To the east is Jieshi, with the name Guan Cang Hai.
Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall.
There are many trees and lush grass.
The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.
If the journey of the sun and the moon comes out of it;
The stars are as brilliant as if they came out of it.
Fortunately, even singing praises one's aspirations.
Boss Cao, you should feel honored that I copied your "Guan Cang Hai"!