Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 250 What Night Is This?

Zhu Wuyao gave his approval.

Everyone's eyes lit up instantly.

After receiving their brushes and ink, before even lighting the incense, they immediately ground the ink, picked up their brushes, and began to conceive their masterpieces.

This time, the poem should be titled "Homecoming Ballad".

Zhu Wuyao doesn't agree with this theme at all. No matter what hometown you return to, you should leave your hometown and leave Biyi City!

At the same time, she was also thinking about what kind of poem to compose later...

Ideally, it should both fit the theme and subtly suggest that one should venture out into the world in their youth.

Just as she was about to fall into thought, she inadvertently looked up and glanced at the group of people who were composing poetry.

Zhu Wuyao opened her mouth slightly in shock, then snapped it shut, almost biting her tongue.

These people fully demonstrated the madness of intellectuals.

On the left, a young woman held a calligraphy brush in her hand and another calligraphy brush as a hairpin in her hair. She raised her wine cup and gulped down several mouthfuls, her poetic inspiration bursting forth.

On the right is a young man, holding a calligraphy brush in his mouth, deep in thought, completely unaware that ink has stained his face.

There are also those whose writing flows like snakes and dragons, and those who are unrestrained and flamboyant.

Each one was a massive display.

Zhu Wuyao stared in disbelief at the scene before him, and it took him a long time to recover.

So... is this how everyone expresses their individuality at literary banquets?

But she quickly realized that this wasn't a personality trait; it was definitely demonic energy.

Especially when expressing their true feelings, the beast that these literati suppress in their hearts may break free of its cage, making them much wilder than ordinary literati.

"Excellent! Brother Zijing's poem is superb; it will surely please everyone!"

"Hahaha, Miss Zhaoming's article takes a unique approach and has quite a few merits. It seems she is a formidable opponent for me!"

Listening to their mutual flattery, Zhu Wuyao silently poured himself a glass of wine.

She doubted it.

If you could truly write good poems, you wouldn't be so reverent towards my hastily written "The Travels of the Zhu Family".

The damage caused by the demon race stories has never fully healed.

Before Zhu Wuyao could decide what poem to compose, an incense stick had already burned out.

Miss Wang Lian had someone collect the poems in front of everyone, and bound them into a book that was not perfect but just enough to be read without any hindrance, which she then presented to Zhu Wuyao.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she still fell silent after watching the first song.

"Today I come to the banquet, tomorrow I'll return wearing flowers; the whole city is asking, when will I attend another banquet?"

"There is fine wine and music at the banquet; if you ask what is being sung, it is a song of returning home."

"May someone return to their home, bringing a book with them. The book contains few words, only the bitterness of being away from home."

"I advise you not to leave your hometown; stay home and enjoy laughter. Your parents will nod in agreement, praising me for being right!"

Although Zhu Wuyao doesn't know how to write poetry, judging from her limited knowledge, this thing, apart from having the correct number of characters, doesn't even have a proper rhyme or meter.

Wang Lian smiled slightly when she saw Zhu Wuyao staring at the article for a long time.

Brother Zijing's article is easy to read aloud, contains profound meaning, and also subtly flatters Miss Zhu.

She specifically picked it out and placed it as the first article.

Zhu Wuyao raised her hand to support her forehead, concealing her expression.

This thing...

What does it mean to say "the book says little, only of the bitterness of leaving home"? Are you mocking me?

She felt as if a sword had been stabbed into her heart.

He turned the page without saying a word.

She closed her eyes briefly, feeling a bit choked.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly had an idea for his next storybook: how about calling it "The World's Literary Standards Have Degraded, and I've Become a Literary Master!"

Alternatively, it could be: "Cultural Discontinuity: My casual recitations become timeless classics!"

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Zhu Wenhao finished flipping through the entire poetry collection, and they eagerly awaited the sight of Miss Zhu—

She flipped through it again from the beginning.

We had to rummage through it; it was like finding a decent piece of junk in a junkyard.

"Ahem... You are all so learned, I am ashamed to admit my inferiority. I could never write such a poem."

Zhu Wuyao speaks frankly.

She's a person who sometimes cares about her image, but she really couldn't do something so shameful.

"After reading it, I found it to be excellent, with not a single word that could be changed."

Yes, changing one or two words won't salvage the situation.

My advice is to stop writing.

Enough is enough.

In the poetry collection, there is something like, "One drumbeat, boom boom boom; two drumbeats, boom boom boom; three drumbeats shatter the sky; listen closely, and you'll find it's a homecoming song."

She had assumed the first one would be of lower quality.

After flipping through the entire book, I discovered that the poem at the beginning was actually the best.

So, Zhu Wuyao flipped back over.

She was trying to find an excuse to quickly skip this part, but the people below didn't seem to intend to let her off the hook.

"Wishing everyone good luck, which piece catches your eye the most?"

"I humbly request Miss Zhu to offer her comments and guidance for the literary scene in Biyi City!"

"If I do not hear your insightful remarks, it will be a great regret in my life, and I fear I will not be able to sleep at night..."

……

Do we really have to find the best piece of trash out of all these piles of garbage...?

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Zhu Wuyao could no longer contain himself and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Miss Wang, bring me pen and ink!"

She felt inspired to write poetry and had something she needed to say.

Wang Lian's eyes lit up, and she quickly sent someone to present the best writing materials, which she had prepared long ago.

To everyone's surprise, Miss Zhu was actually willing to put pen to paper!

The ink has been ground and the paperweight has been placed on top.

Zhu Wuyao picked up his pen and wrote down the title of the poem—

"At the Wang Family's Floating Wine Cup Banquet, I read the poetry collection of Biyi City and was moved to say that all of you here are literary giants."

Wang Lian, standing to the side, saw the poem's title and was greatly surprised—

As expected of Miss Zhu, she is so unrestrained.

Just by looking at such a long list of poem titles, it is clear that this is a groundbreaking poem!

That truly demonstrates exceptional skill and daring.

Zhu Wuyao's brush moved swiftly, and in no time he finished a poem.

He wielded his sword but never traversed a thousand mountains.

His literary talent was so great that he stole fame from all corners of the world.

I occasionally sit in the hall as a distinguished guest.

All you see is flat land, no peaks in sight!

The translated meaning is:

As someone who wanders the world with a sword, I haven't accomplished much in my travels, yet the articles I casually wrote have inexplicably received so much praise.

By sheer coincidence, I arrived at this so-called refined literary gathering, but unexpectedly—

Everyone here is trash!

After finishing the poem, Zhu Wuyao instantly felt all his anger dissipate and felt much more at ease.

Didn't you want me to give my opinion?

That's my assessment.

Zhu Wuyao casually threw the brush in his hand onto the table, ink splattering onto the rice paper and spreading out black stains like dark clouds.

But in Wang Lian's eyes, this flaw did not diminish his heroic spirit in the slightest!

This even increased the value of Miss Zhu's calligraphy to an even higher level.

Just as Zhu Wuyao was about to say something, the sound of chanting suddenly came from outside the Wang family mansion—

"Reversing cause and effect!"

"A reversed cycle of reincarnation!"

What night is this?

What year is it?

"Don't leave your hometown, don't leave your hometown..."