Something's Not Right...
"Senior brother! What happened to you?! Senior brother!"
"Senior brother! Wake up..."
"Junior brother, don't scare me... Junior brother..."
After finishing the poem, the Shi Family Cultivator who had bet with Jiang Lin all fainted to the ground, their breathing disordered.
The other cultivators also coughed up a mouthful of blood, their cultivation levels becoming somewhat unstable.
Cultivation for cultivators involves two aspects: the accumulation of Spiritual Power and the perseverance on one's cultivation path as well as the comprehension of the Dao heart.
But now, this Xiao Xiao Flower-Picking Thief! A man whose main profession Sword Cultivator and whose side job is flower picking, has actually written such a good poem!
In this professional field, I'm even worse than a Xiao Xiao Flower-Picking Thief! I'm not reconciled!
As they thought about it, many people coughed up blood, and the scene became chaotic.
However, compared to the chaotic scene among the cultivators, many more people continued to recite the poem, especially the last two lines, which became more and more meaningful with each recitation, evoking deep emotions...
I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd. Suddenly, I turned around, and there he was, in the dim light...
The last sentence, though lacking in flowery language, resonates deeply with the reader.
How many times did I search in the crowd? When I suddenly turned around to look, the woman was still there, in the dim light.
This poem was originally written by a poet to express his aspirations, conveying the noble sentiments of his predecessor Xin Qiji, who refused to compromise his principles and conform to the corrupt ways of the world.
However, Jiang Lin is not a politician, but a cultivator, and even more so... Flower-Picking Thief...
Therefore, their emotions are naturally completely different.
The poem begins by using ornate language to depict the lively Lantern Festival, but unexpectedly, it ultimately expresses a search for a woman.
The last sentence further reveals the "devoted and romantic" nature of this Flower-Picking Thief.
How many times have I searched for you? When I look back, you are still there, smiling and waiting for me in the dim light.
What a romantic scene! What a display of affection...
"Suddenly turning around, I found him there, in the dim light..."
The senior sister by the river was already burying her face in her hands, while the girl with shimmering eyes tightly gripped the hem of her skirt, muttering to herself with her cheeks flushed.
Wasn't this poem written by Little Lin for himself?
In the girl's mind, she had already imagined herself wearing a plain dress and a pearl hairpin, standing in the dim light, as he searched for her a thousand times before finally seeing her.
Little Lin and I gazed at each other, our eyes filled with longing...
Similarly, Chen Jia clutched her skirt tightly, too ashamed to lift her head...
Has Jiang Lin, that big fool, finally remembered? Remembered what happened when he was a child?
I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd.
Had Jiang Lin, that Big Pig Trotter, been looking for him for a long time?
You big fool... Why would you need to look for someone? They're right here beside you...
Furthermore, the Fox Demon from the Land of the Ten Thousand Demons Continent, who are naturally devoted to love, were deeply moved by this poem.
The four girls, including Bai Ling and Bai Qiao, all changed their impression of the Flower-Picking Thief considerably.
This person is indeed quite frivolous, but could there be such a devoted heart hidden within that frivolous exterior?
Or perhaps he actually harbored feelings for a girl, but couldn't find her, and could only desperately indulge in self-destructive behavior?
What Bai Ling, Bai Qiao, and the others didn't notice was that their master beside them had already lowered his eyes.
In the woman's mind, scenes from the time she spent with him involuntarily surfaced.
I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd.
Unconsciously, a hint of joy flashed through the woman's heart.
But this joy quickly faded into the Heart-Lake.
How could that be?
His master had already erased his childhood memories of himself, so how could he possibly remember them?
But if he didn't remember, why would he have composed such verses?
After thinking it over, the woman shook her head and gave herself a self-deprecating smile for her fluctuating emotions.
When did I become like a little girl, easily swayed by a man's every word?
Meanwhile, on the riverbank, both cultivators and ordinary mortal women couldn't help but have tears welling up in their eyes...
It turns out those rumors were all wrong...
Who says Young Master Jiang is truly a womanizer? Actually, he's the one who's truly devoted to love...
Young Master Jiang searched for a woman a thousand times over.
Has Young Master Jiang been found? If not, isn't this just a hopeful fantasy? Otherwise, why would the words be so sorrowful?
No, Young Master Jiang is just too pitiful. I really want to hold Young Master Jiang in my arms and comfort him properly...
In an instant, the atmosphere along the entire Kongling Riverbank changed.
Jiang Lin noticed that quite a few girls were looking at him with teary eyes.
What the hell is this?
I chose this poem because it truly is a masterpiece, surpassing all others in skill. But why do so many girls look at me with such tenderness?
Something's not right...
After a long while, the elders of the Empty Spirit Sect also came back to their senses from the poem they had been repeatedly chanting.
Looking at Jiang Lin, especially when he composed this poem, the elder felt very reluctant to part with him.
The elder knew that Jiang Lin had no chance of losing.
Tonight's Poetry Gathering recital was originally intended to celebrate the splendor of the Ethereal Lantern Festival.
But now, Jiang Lin has not only depicted the splendor of the place, but also elevated the emotions. With the line "Where the lights are dim," who would want to write a poem and invite humiliation?
What a pity! If only this young talent could come to my sect.
Not only is he young and handsome, but he is also Sword Cultivator and Shi Family Cultivator. However, judging from his poems, it is clear that he already has another girl in his heart.
Otherwise, if he got the information, he would really have to speak to the Sect Leader and ask to betroth his junior disciple Mo Li to him.
Actually, it's not a big deal for a man to have multiple wives and concubines. It wouldn't be impossible for Mo Li to be the First Wife. It's just that Jiang Lin probably already has someone extremely important in his heart, so he probably can't be the First Wife...
"Does anyone else want to write poetry tonight?"
The elder of the Empty Spirit Sect's voice echoed out, but it was merely a polite question.
If someone were to create a masterpiece that surpasses this one, it would likely be remembered for eternity.
In fact, when this poem was written, everyone present that night was also recorded in history because of it.
On the riverbank, many cultivators were either angry or dizzy, but not a single one uttered a sound.
Looking at the Shi Family Cultivator, those cultivators from the music family, painting family, and other families who had bet against Jiang Lin were so anxious that they tore their clothes apart, wishing they could curse the entire family tree of those Shi Family Cultivator!
And you Shi Family Cultivator? You're not even as good as a Flower-Picking Thief?!
They looked at Jiang Lin again, even more helplessly. They really hadn't expected this Flower-Picking Thief to be such a good poet.
But they couldn't say anything yet, since as long as they could crush everyone else with their "one skill," that was enough.
Now that I have reached a certain level in poetry, if I were to ask Jiang Lin for advice on other skills, I fear I would be criticized by others.
Just as the Empty Spirit Sect was about to regretfully announce Jiang Lin's victory, Jiang Lin himself unexpectedly shouted first:
"I also have three other skills to share with you!"