Under Fairy Yao Yue's gaze, the few scholars were extremely anxious. They wished they could immediately compose a good poem about the sword dance.
If the poem complemented Fairy Yao Yue, it might even become a famous poem that could be passed down from generation to generation, allowing them to take the lead and gain Fairy Yao Yue's favor. From then on, a story of a talented scholar and a beautiful woman would be spread.
Unfortunately, this was extremely difficult.
Although the few people present were quite talented, it was very difficult for them to compose a good poem in a short period of time.
Which famous poem in the world wasn't meticulously crafted?
Seeing that the few of them were scratching their ears and cheeks, but no one came out to compose a poem, a trace of pleasure flashed across the eyes of the few martial artists. Their goal had been achieved.
A look of disappointment flashed across Fairy Yao Yue's eyes. She also knew that this was very difficult. After all, not everyone was an immortal poet who could write a poem in seven steps, but disappointment was inevitable.
Just as Fairy Yao Yue was about to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere and change the topic, she suddenly glanced at Zhou Yuanjun with a pair of bright eyes.
"Ahem."
Coincidentally, Zhou Yuanjun also exchanged a glance with her. He stood up and said,""Since none of you have any poems to offer to Fairy Yaoyue, I have one, and I shall make a fool of myself today.”
Everyone was shocked.
The few martial artists suddenly felt a little regretful. Could it be that they had given Zhou Yuanjun a wedding dress? This was all laid out so that he could show his divinity in front of others.
It was impossible…The few scholars looked at each other and shook their heads. They did not believe that this 'Ximen Chuixue' who had suddenly appeared had such poetic talent. They had never heard of this name in the capital.
The other nobles and wealthy merchants looked at Zhou Yuanjun expressionlessly and did not say anything. Clearly, they did not think that Zhou Yuanjun could produce any good poems. In their hearts, they even thought that if Zhou Yuanjun's poems were not good, they would ridicule him respectfully and belittle his image, reducing him to a great enemy.
The effeminate and handsome 'young man' sitting on Zhou Yuanjun's right side turned his head to look at him, wondering if this young master who looked even better than her in male clothing was bragging.
Fairy Yao Yue's eyes were filled with lust. She was obviously happy to hear Zhou Yuanjun's words. She stared at Zhou Yuanjun with her soul-stirring eyes and said,""I look forward to it."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhou Yuanjun did not recite a poem. Instead, he asked Lady Yao Yue,""May I ask, what is Miss Yao Yue's surname?”
Soliciting Moon Courtesan Belle was stunned for a moment. After a moment of hesitation, she said,"My surname is Gongsun."
Zhou Yuanjun's eyes lit up. This was a good relationship. There was no need to change it at all. Thus, he softly chanted,
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun who could move the world with her sword.
The spectators were as depressed as mountains, and heaven and earth were lowered for a long time.
Huo Ruyi shot the nine sunsets, and his posture was like a group of emperors riding dragons.
It comes like thunder to stop anger, and stops like the clear light of the river and sea.”
Zhou Yuanjun only recited the first eight lines of the Sword Art, as he felt that it was very suitable for this occasion. As for the rest, they were not suitable. They were too gloomy and tragic. The characters, places, time, and so on described were not suitable for the present.
However, even if it was only the first eight lines, it was definitely a seven-character quatrain that could spread throughout the world. Zhou Yuanjun was very confident that this was the masterpiece of the Sage of Poets.
"Good poem!"
"Good poem, when floating in the white."
"To be able to hear such a good poem today, this trip was not in vain.”
" This poem is considered one of the best among the seven-character quatrains. It's only eight sentences and fifty-six words, but it perfectly portrays Fairy Yaoyue's sword dance. Even if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I felt as if I was there when I heard it.”
The others nodded. Even if they were not scholars, they felt that this poem was very wonderful. Just those gorgeous words alone were not something that ordinary people could come up with.
"Brother Feng is right. This poem is rich but not gaudy, laid out but not dull. The whole poem does not lose its vigorous and complete beauty, and the use of words and sentences has the skill of tempering. Although it wasn't too long, it contained a lot of information.”
"I have seen many sword dance poems in my life, but compared to this one by Young Master Ximen, it is far inferior. This poem should be the number one sword dance poem in the world.”
"When this poem is circulated, Fairy Yao Yue's reputation will probably spread throughout the world.”A young Confucian scholar dressed in azure robes with a righteous aura in his chest concluded.
Was the world's number one sword dance poem really that good?
The guests who weren't scholars looked at each other and had the same thought. Although they felt that this poem was very good, they couldn't say exactly what was good about it. However, it couldn't be called the world's number one sword dance poem.
One had to know that the world was simply too big, and Chu was only a small country in a remote corner. Every year, countless poems would be circulated in the eight kingdoms of the Central Continent, and among them, there would be at least a hundred poems about sword dances. As time passed, there would probably be tens of thousands of poems about sword dances.
Fairy Yao Yue looked at Zhou Yuanjun with a pair of eyes that were as clear as autumn water. She said gently,""Young Master Ximen is a great talent.”
Everyone snapped out of their daze when they heard the Courtesan Belle's words. How could they not know that the Courtesan Belle had already taken a fancy to the handsome Ximen? Their hearts were filled with bitterness. The goddess they had been longing for was about to be taken away.
"I'm just sitting casually, the main thing is that I invited Lady Yue to perform the sword dance well.”Zhou Yuanjun was definitely not showing off his divinity in front of others. He had only silently copied half of the poem.
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