Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 120 Such a tender and delicious little brother, I wonder which beautiful woman will get it for me

Although Lu Huangshan was still a little nervous when he saw Sun Yanwan, after all, the matter had been discussed, and the relationship between the two of them had actually changed a lot because of it.

Yan Renxiong could no longer stay in Nian's mansion, and when he saw Lu Huangshan sneaking out, he followed him.

Sun Yanwan ordered the servants of the He Mansion to order two more tables for a banquet to entertain the women of Emei and the two senior disciples of the North and South Beggar Gangs.

At the banquet, it was a little awkward at the beginning, but soon everyone became familiar with each other and the atmosphere became lively.

After all, the Songyang Sect has a good relationship with the North and South Beggars' Sects, and Sun Yanwan has a close personal relationship with the two female disciples of Emei. He is not a dull person, but rather a little prince of the wine table, who is very good at bringing up all kinds of good topics.

The topic somehow turned to Sun Yanwan's poem that drove Miao Canglang away. Lu Huangshan, sensing a special bond between him and Sun Yanwan, praised her repeatedly, "You all don't know, but lately, among the chivalrous women in Yongzhou City, there are at least fifty or sixty who keep saying things like, 'It's easy to get a priceless treasure, but it's hard to find a true lover.'"

"My second brother has become famous with just one line. Not only in the martial arts world, but even in the literary circles of Jinan Road, he is regarded as the most powerful poet in the local area in the past ten years."

Sun Yanwan thought to himself, "Yu Xuanji is no good! She is the most powerful person in Jinan Road in the past ten years."

"I don't believe it either. Did such a great scholar really exist in Jinan Road more than ten years ago?"

However, he was not a polemicist, so he would not argue with Lu Huangshan. Instead, he chuckled and said, "It was made on the spur of the moment, crudely made, and not worth mentioning."

Sima Zi Yan smiled slightly. Sun Yanwan had shown off his poetic talent in front of her. Whenever she thought about it, she always felt a sense of melancholy that "I was born before you, and you were born when I was already old."

Such a tender and delicious little brother, I wonder which beautiful woman will marry him in the future.

Several female Emei disciples had just descended from Mount Emei and arrived in Yongzhou City this morning. They hadn't heard this gossip yet, but they were all perked up. One, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a cinnabar-red mole between her eyebrows and an elegant appearance, couldn't help but ask, "Senior Sister Sima, did you know that this Taoist priest Sun had such poetic talent?"

Sima Zi Yan took out a folding fan from her sleeve and shook it gently. On one side of the fan was painted a picture of a snowy landscape, with four lines of poetry - Poetry, wine, zither and chess, a world of wind, flowers, snow and moon; famous, idle and wealthy, like a wandering immortal with nothing to do.

This senior sister of Emei, known as the Purple-Robed Dragon Girl in the martial arts world and the daughter of Sima Governor Shi's family, said quietly, "Some time ago, I met my good friend, Lu Chaoxiu, the most talented woman in the world. I asked her to paint this picture of a snowy landscape and inscribe this little poem on it."

"At that time, Chao Xiu asked me, who wrote this poem?"

"I told her it was done by a younger brother of mine with whom I am very close."

This sentence caused the Emei female disciples to exclaim in surprise. The Emei female disciple who had just spoken could not help but ask, "Does Ms. Lu have any comments?"

Sima Ziyan glanced at Sun Yanwan and said with a smile, "Zhaoxiu's vision is very high. His evaluation is not very good. Do you want to hear it, brother?"

Sun Yanwan also became curious, wanting to know the true abilities of this world's talented women. She replied, "Why not listen? Isn't poetry and prose meant for everyone to judge?"

Sima Ziyan said slowly: "Chao Xiu said that this poem is just ordinary in ancient and modern times..."

Sun Yanwan thought to herself, "This woman is just boasting. What does she know about poetry?"

Sima Ziyan chuckled and added the second half of the sentence: "Looking at the world, it is the best."

Amidst the astonishment of Lu Huangshan, Yan Renxiong, and the other junior sisters, the purple-robed dragon girl added mischievously, "Let me tell you, this was written by my younger brother Yan Wan when he was eight or nine years old. I also showed her the other eight or nine poems."

"The talented Chaozhou embroidery woman was stunned for a while, then said: If this was done when he was eight or nine years old, this person's talent is unparalleled in the world, and he is a great talent."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.

Neither Sun Yanwan nor Sima Ziyan knew that someone had already mentioned the phrase "Guagai Dalang" (a person of great stature), and that this person's status far surpassed Lu Chaoxiu's. After a while, a voice said faintly, "What poems did you write when you were eight or nine? Tell me about them."

Sun Yanwan was so surprised that she almost jumped up. When she turned around, she saw a handsome young monk. He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with red lips and white teeth. Although his monk robe was as white as snow, he gave people the aura of a playboy and a romantic.

Lu Huangshan, Yan Renxiong, Sima Ziyan, and a group of Emei female disciples hurriedly stood up and saluted, calling out in unison, "Greetings, Master Kongchan."

This disciple of Shaochan Temple, the most famous and youngest grandmaster in the world today, took his seat leisurely, without any hesitation.

Sun Yanwan hadn't expected to actually meet this Grandmaster, let alone that he looked so young! However, he also knew that although Monk Kongchan was the youngest Grandmaster alive, he was still over 30 years old. The reason for his elegant and unrestrained appearance was because he entered the Xiantian realm too early, and from then on he remained like a teenager forever.

He also stood up and saluted, and asked, "How about Grandmaster chasing Miao Canglang?"

Monk Kongchan laughed and replied, "Wow, the Miao family's Qinggong is truly unrivaled in the world. He finally slipped away."

Sun Yanwan felt a little strange and thought to herself, "Could it be that you didn't even chase her?"

Monk Kongchan really didn't look like he had just traveled a long distance, but he didn't want to point it out. What if Monk Kongchan got angry and beat him up, and his master might not be able to help him save face.

Sun Yanwan hurriedly ordered the servants of the He Mansion to prepare an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks. Just as he was about to start a conversation to avoid a dull silence, he heard Kong Chan say, "Forget it. I won't ask what poems you wrote when you were eight or nine."

"When I was young, I had never thought about becoming a monk. I only hated..."

"I only regret that I was always thinking about martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, and so I have regrets for the rest of my life. Please write a poem for me on this topic."

"If you do well, I won't punish you for colluding with Miao Canglang and ruining my disciple's marriage."

Sun Yanwan was horrified and shouted, "How could I ever collude with Miao Canglang?"

Monk Kongchan said slowly, with a half-smile on his face, "The willow fluff on the branches is gone, but there are still beautiful women everywhere! I'm just watching you and that Miao Canglang guy trying to trick my disciple into running away from his marriage."

Sun Yanwan's forehead immediately broke out in sweat. He was shocked and thought to himself, "So this great monk was there that night too! This is terrible. How can I explain this?"

"Well, it's more convenient to copy poems."

"Monk? Love poems? Tsangyang Gyatso..."

"It's better to be safe and choose Yuan Zhen."

Sun Yanwan coughed and said, "Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; except for Mount Wu, all other clouds are but mounds. I am too lazy to look back at the flowers now, partly because of my cultivation and partly because of you."

Monk Kongchan was originally filled with rage, with nowhere to vent it, so he took it out on Sun Yanwan. He had studied Buddhism since childhood, so how could he have had any romantic history? He was just looking for an excuse to deliberately make things difficult for Sun Yanwan. Unexpectedly, Sun Yanwan blurted out his words almost without thinking, shocking this contemporary grandmaster.

After a long while, Kong Chan said calmly, "It's okay!"

"There's one more thing I want to tell you. I'll be the chief examiner for next year's imperial examination. So, prepare yourself and take the test!"

"Don't worry about your master. I will personally write a letter to Zhang Yuanqiao, asking him to release you so you can explore the literary world."

(End of this chapter)