What on earth is that bastard cat up to?
Yang Zhen still doesn't understand why the Shameless Cat made such a big fuss in Tieling City, insisting that he meet this Great Master Su.
Or Shameless Cat said those infuriating things not to get him to meet Great Master Su, but simply to make him wreak havoc in Tieling City?
But what happens after all the chaos and confusion?
Yang Zhen an impatient person. He has already met Great Master Su, but he still doesn't understand what that Shameless Cat is up to. So he might as well add fuel to the fire and offend everyone in Tieling City!
Seeing the surrounding crowd cursing and swearing, Yang Zhen laughed heartily, put one foot on a clean and tidy chair, and said, "What, you're not convinced? This 'Sage of Saunter ' is Yang Zhen, and he never changes his name or surname. If you have any complaints, come at me! Let's see if my talent, once unearthed, weighs two pounds more than yours!"
puff!
Some people had just taken a sip of the tea that Caiwei and the other two women had served when they heard Yang Zhen's words, and they all immediately spat it out. Moreover, there was more than one person, and for a moment the sound of water spraying could be heard all over the bell tower.
Damn it, what the hell is this "you can't change your name" nonsense? Who was that who just kept saying their name was Yang Kang? If Tian Rou hadn't happened to know you, would you have admitted your Yang Zhen?
It weighs two pounds more; is talent measured in pounds?
A young nobleman beside him trembled with rage and said, "Fine, fine, fine, what an arrogant fool! I am but a humble servant, but I wish to challenge you to a poetry contest!"
While observing Great Master Su's expression, Yang Zhen chuckled and glanced at the young master, saying, "A poetry contest? While this Sage of Saunter was reciting verses, you were probably still playing in the mud!"
Hearing this, everyone felt a sense of absurdity. You were composing poetry while this young master was playing in the mud. You two were about the same age; if the young master was playing in the mud, wouldn't you be composing poetry while playing in the mud?
The crowd's faces were mocking, and they were about to utter a sarcastic remark when Yang Zhen suddenly said, "This 'Sage of Saunter Poetry' casually recites a poem, such as 'Fallen petals are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers,' or 'The bright moonlight before my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower my head to think of my hometown.' These are verses that this ' Sage of Saunter of Poetry' spontaneously composed while playing in the mud. If you can still recite them after hearing them, then this ' Sage of Saunter' loses!"
Whoa--!
Everyone was shocked when they heard Yang Zhen casually recite the poem; many even dropped their teacups.
Everyone stared at Yang Zhen with surprise and disbelief, completely stunned, as if they had just witnessed Yang Zhen's true talent.
The young master who wanted to compete with Yang Zhen in poetry, in particular, blushed, opened his mouth several times as if to speak but then stopped, his expression gradually changing, but in the end he didn't utter a single word.
Tian Rou's eyes sparkled with admiration, perfectly portraying the role of a devoted fan. Great Master Su even murmured to herself, repeating one and a half lines of Yang Zhen's poem, and glanced at Yang Zhen with a surprised expression.
Yang Zhen glanced at the crowd, put his feet on a chair, draped his arms over his knees, and asked, "Anyone else want to compete with me in poetry? Come on, this Sage of Saunter is going to take on a whole bunch!"
"Snort!"
A soft hum rang out, and everyone immediately turned to look at the source of the sound, exclaiming in surprise, "It's Young Master Wei! Young Master Wei was the top scholar on last month's Literary Brilliance Rankings! We didn't expect him to be here too!"
"That's great! With Young Master Wei here, Yang Zhen is probably going to lose face."
"That's for sure. No one can surpass Young Master Wei's mastery of Daoist rituals. He can leave Yang Zhen speechless and ashamed of his own inferiority with just a single sentence!"
That Young Master Wei was also quite young, only in his early twenties. He stared at Yang Zhen and said, "What's so great about knowing a couple of poems? You can just use the poems you got by chance before to make up your reputation; that doesn't count as real talent!"
Upon hearing this, the young master who had just challenged Yang Zhen to a poetry contest looked slightly better and gazed at Young Master Wei with gratitude.
Young Master Wei ignored him and stared at Yang Zhen, saying, "Buddha said that all living beings under heaven should be treated equally. What makes you think you are superior to others?"
It's starting! Everyone is looking at Young Master Wei with excitement. When Young Master Wei is debating the Dao, he is always full of vigor and looks particularly handsome!
What makes them superior?
Yang Zhen laughed heartily, blinked, and said, "The Buddha said, it cannot be spoken!"
"What?"
Young Master Wei took two steps back, looking at Yang Zhen with surprise and uncertainty.
The people present looked on with suspicion, wondering what Yang Zhen meant by those words, and why a single unspeakable phrase could cause Young Master Wei's expression to change so drastically.
Great Master Su's eyes brightened even more as she gave Yang Zhen a deep look, muttering to herself, "What a brilliant 'unspeakable' statement! Yang Zhen could say anything that's right, yet saying anything would also be wrong, so he simply chooses not to speak. Truly a man of great wisdom!"
Compared to the Daoist temple?
Which of my Wutuo Gang didn't grow up surrounded by inspirational quotes? Whether it's fresh chicken soup or toxic chicken soup, they can spout it off without hesitation.
Yang Zhen looked at the group of angry glares, chuckled, and said in a clear voice, "If the world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, belittles me, despises me, hates me, and cheats me, how should I deal with it?"
"This... this..."
Young Master Wei retreated repeatedly, forced to the edge of the crowd, looking at Yang Zhen with a face full of surprise and uncertainty.
Ever since Yang Zhen arrived, people have been mocking him. Although he was implicated by Xue Zonglin, what Yang Zhen said was true. No one expected that Yang Zhen would say all these things at this time, and so incisively!
Young Master Wei's expression shifted, he hesitated several times as if he wanted to speak, but he was speechless, his expression extremely unpleasant.
Yang Zhen looked around and said disdainfully, "Just tolerate him, let him be, let him do as he pleases, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, ignore him, and wait a few more years and you'll see."
boom--!
A Thunderclap suddenly appeared above the bell tower, its booming sound reverberating throughout the entire Tieling City, deafening and chilling everyone to the bone, causing them to all turn to look in the direction of the bell tower.
"What happened?"
"It's coming from the direction of the Bell Tower. It must be Great Master Su speaking another cautionary tale. I never expected this Thunderclap to be so earth-shattering."
"Quickly! It's said that Yang Zhen has appeared at the Bell Tower! This Thunderclap was caused by Yang Zhen!"
"What? That bastard showed up, and he's at the clock tower?"
"Oh no! Protect Great Master Su!"
More and more people rushed toward the clock tower, and soon hundreds of people surrounded the entire tower. More and more people continued to rush toward it, all watching in horror as the Thunderclap in the sky gradually disappeared.
Inside the bell tower, everyone stared at Yang Zhen with astonishment and disbelief, their faces flashing with shock. Who could have imagined that Yang Zhen would have such attainments in Daoist rituals? With just two sentences, he asked and answered himself, not only forcing Young Master Wei to retreat repeatedly and remain speechless, but also triggering a warning thunderbolt. It was truly terrifying.
Great Master Su shuddered, muttering to herself as if she were comprehending Yang Zhen's words, while Tian Rou's eyes shone with even greater admiration.
The crowd around Yang Zhen stared in shock and disbelief, and then their gazes gradually fell on Gan Bailin.
As Gan Bailin's expression shifted, he secretly glanced at Great Master Su. Seeing Great Master Su staring blankly at Yang Zhen, Gan Bailin's face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth, stepped out of the crowd, and said to Yang Zhen, " Yang Zhen, you are so arrogant and conceited. Do you dare to compare your painting skills with mine?"
The Way of Painting?
Yang Zhen was stunned and stared blankly at Gan Bailin.
Seeing Yang Zhen's expression, Gan Bailin suddenly felt reassured and laughed heartily, saying, "If you don't dare to compete, just admit that you are inferior. Don't worry, I, Gan, won't make things too difficult for you. After all, you are quite talented, with your own strengths and specialties. There are always people better than you. From now on, don't be so arrogant and disdainful of others... What kind of look is that?"
Yang Zhen looked at Gan Bailin with a strange expression and asked curiously, "Has no one ever told you that what this Sage of Saunter is best at is not composing poems or engaging in debate, but painting?"
"What?" Gan Bailin's expression changed, and he looked at Yang Zhen with surprise and uncertainty.
Upon hearing the word "painting," Great Master Su and Tian Rou exchanged a glance, both revealing expressions of delight.