"I could actually see the author's extraordinary breadth of spirit in the lofty, far-reaching vision expressed in this poem. That striving, uplifting spirit inspires admiration from the heart."
"The scenery moves from far to near, with mountains and waters complementing one another. Truly exquisite!"
"The wording is so simple yet elegant. So poetry can be written this way..."
"I value the last two lines even more. They contain the very truths of this world. This is absolutely a work that will endure through the ages. Calling it a classic is no exaggeration!"
"Exactly, an enduring classic! Yet another enduring classic!"
All the scholars were stunned.
Most held the rank of cultivated scholar, so they naturally had no shortage of literary talent.
Li Chen paid them no heed. Feeling the talent energy accumulating in his qi sea, he composed another quatrain: "Red beans grow in southern lands; how many shoots will spring bring forth? May you gather more of them, for none speak better of longing."
Another classic, following a classic!
However fiercely Lin Yunwen and the other scholars hated the Puppet Dao, they could not deny that what they were hearing deserved to be called classics!
More talent energy surged out of the void, pouring endlessly into Li Chen's dantian qi sea. Before he knew it, he had forcibly raised his Confucian Dao cultivation to the peak of the novice scholar rank, comparable to the sixth layer.
But he was not finished yet!
Li Chen had read Three Hundred Tang Poems in his earlier years. Although sixty or seventy years and two lifetimes had passed since then, after he stepped beyond the mortal realm, those memories were as fresh as ever. He could even retrieve things buried deep within his divine soul.
Ordinary people could never remember them so clearly,