Soon, Jiang Hanxing finished reciting his poem as well.
Then he looked at Li Hao with a pleased expression. "Young Master Li, what do you think of my poem?"
"Very wet."
Li Hao gave an inward chuckle and offered the flippant reply.
Jiang Hanxing smiled. "Though your poem didn't quite fit the scenery before us, Young Master Li, it was still rather good."
You really let a little praise go to your head... Li Hao glanced at him. The Poetry Immortal's verse only counts as rather good to you? You certainly have a thick skin.
"Then shall we try another?"
As a literary plagiarist, Li Hao would not allow the original author to be insulted. He immediately decided to open the fellow's eyes.
"Oh?"
Jiang Hanxing's expression shifted slightly, a trace of unease creeping in. "Another? What theme shall we use this time?"
"You pick."
"Then how about... a waterfall?"
"A waterfall?"
Li Hao laughed.
You're charging straight at me with your fatal weak spot exposed.
"Sure."
Li Hao agreed without hesitation, then set down his brush, raised his head, and casually recited "Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu."
By the time he reached "Its torrent plunges straight down three thousand feet, as though the Milky Way had fallen from the ninth heaven," Jiang Hanxing had frozen, his eyes wide and his face full of astonishment.
Jiang Hanxing had not thought much of the previous poem, but this one captured the theme perfectly. He could almost see a waterfall thundering and crashing before his eyes.
The Milky Way falling from the ninth heaven-such soaring, majestic language!
Seeing that he had stunned the fellow, Li Hao smiled faintly. The ancients had written no shortage of poems about waterfalls. He had originally intended to use one of Du Pangzi's, but it was