The First Saint of Dan Dao

Hearing Wu Xuan's question, Mr. Tang secretly cursed. He knew exactly what his grandson was like. Just as he was thinking hard about how to save the situation, he heard Tang Yan's voice.

"Miss Wuxuan is absolutely right. Today I must tell Miss Lin what I think in my heart. No matter what Miss Lin thinks of me in the end, I will not argue anymore. Come on, write!"

Mr. Tang couldn't help but get angry. You think you are the reincarnation of Wenquxing, and you want to write a good poem without ever touching a book? Soon Mr. Tang realized that he was wrong. This little bastard is indeed well-read, such as the pornographic picture album under the bed!

Could it be that this kid wanted to compose a whole obscene song? Thinking of this, Mr. Tang's blood pressure rose a few points.

Soon the servants brought the four treasures of the study and a large piece of snowflake paper and spread them on the table.

"Mr. Tang, can we start now?" Qin Changdao sneered, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Qin Changdao's strength was not considered top among the people in the City Lord's Mansion, he was only at the second level of the Xuan Rank. But his attainments in literature were much higher than his martial arts. Many of the documents written in the City Lord's Mansion were written or reviewed by him.

As a guest of the City Lord's Mansion, he usually heard about many things in Yuncheng, especially the eldest son Tang, who was famous for his ignorance. People like Qin Changdao, who were somewhat noble in their bones, did not have much good feelings towards these dandies.

He was waiting for Tang Yan to write bad handwriting and compose a bad poem, and then he could watch the Tang family make a fool of themselves.

"Miss Lin, I said before that it took me three years to revise this poem 5,209 times. Today, it was 5,210 times. This number also represents my thoughts." Tang Yan ignored Qin Changdao and said this.

Everyone pondered it in their hearts and they all showed a look of understanding. Five thousand two hundred and ten, isn't this the same as "I love you"?

Everyone in the Tang family couldn't help but secretly give the young master a thumbs up. When it comes to shamelessness, the young master is second to none. Who dares to claim to be first?

Lin Dongxue, who previously had a lot of opinions about Tang Yan, now had less anger and disdain in her eyes.

Tang Yan's love words, which seemed so tacky in his previous life, are fresh and heart-pounding in this world.

She even secretly made up her mind that as long as what this boy wrote was somewhat pleasing to the eye, the matter would be forgiven.

"Mr. Tang, please." From the beginning till now, Wu Xuan had never noticed any stage fright on Tang Yan's face. Tang Yan's confidence and composure made her somewhat interested in his poems.

Tang Yan stopped talking, rolled up his sleeves, dipped the brush in ink, and started writing on the flawless white paper.

Everyone stretched their necks to see whether the words written by Tang Yan were written by a dog or a cat.

"Nice meeting."

The three words, as the title, fell in the middle of the top of the white paper.

There was no deliberate pause, nor was there any awkwardness. The three words were completed in one breath. The handwriting was iron-like and silver-like, yet elegant and graceful!

Tang Yan had a tall and straight physique and a handsome appearance. He was wearing a long robe with gold edges. At this moment, he was holding a brush with a focused look in his eyes. With the three words on the paper that looked like a master's handwriting, he immediately looked like an elegant young man.

Elegant, graceful, and really handsome...

Mr. Tang's eyes were bigger than a cow's, and Mo Bo's chin almost touched his neck. These two old men have watched Tang Yan grow up since he was born. When did this kid learn to write so well?

Qin Changdao's eyes almost popped out at this moment. How could this playboy write such beautiful characters?

Lin Dongxue and Wu Xuan looked at each other and noticed the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Great handwriting!" Wu Xuan praised generously, and even Qin Changdao nodded in agreement after hearing it.

"I go up to the west tower alone without saying a word. The moon is like a hook. The lonely Wutong tree in the deep courtyard locks the autumn..."

The first stanza of a poem poured down like flowing water, without any pause or even hesitation, as if it had been practiced thousands of times, and it was written so smoothly and naturally.

A delicate woman's heart, when such a bleak poem was written, Lin Dongxue's heart trembled violently.

Qin Changdao also frowned, with surprise, astonishment, and disbelief in his eyes...

As for Mr. Tang and Mo Bo, they didn't know where they were at this moment. Could it be that they were dreaming? Mr. Tang pinched Mo Bo hard, and when he saw Mo Bo's grinning face, he realized that he was not dreaming.

Mo Bo had a sad face, feeling extremely wronged. He was already an old man who was about to be buried, why was he pinching people like a child? And using so much force?

"It is the sorrow of separation that cannot be cut off or sorted out, and it leaves a special feeling in my heart."

When Tang Yan wrote the next stanza, Lin Dongxue's heart began to beat like a deer.

The two women's eyes looking at Tang Yan also changed from the initial disgust and curiosity to the current touching and relief.

When the word ended, the whole hall fell into silence.

Even Qin Changdao, who was ready to find fault, fell silent at this moment, reading the poem over and over again in his mind. He was already 57 years old, but reading this poem still made him feel heartbroken.

Tang Yan did not say anything to interrupt.

After a long while, Wu Xuan finally sighed, "I never thought that Young Master Tang was such an infatuated person. I didn't believe it at first and suspected that what he said before was nonsense. After reading this poem today, I feel that Young Master Tang really has good intentions. Sister Dongxue, I thought that this matter should be dropped here. What do you think?"

They had originally decided that as long as Tang Yan's writing was acceptable, they would forgive him. But the lyrics Tang Yan wrote this time were not only acceptable, but also shocked them.

Each word is concise, yet contains countless emotions. It is the sorrow of separation that cannot be cut off or sorted out, leaving a different taste in the heart. When the girl saw this sentence, her emotions were already in turmoil.

The deep longing and secret love are fully reflected in this poem. It is graceful and implicit, not ostentatious or high-profile, but it makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

After all, she was the city lord's daughter. In just a short moment, Lin Dongxue's mentality returned to normal. The shame in the corner of her eyes disappeared in an instant. She looked at Tang Yan deeply and said in a crisp voice: "I will believe you this time. The City Lord's Mansion will not pursue it. If there is a next time, no matter what the reason, the City Lord's Mansion will not let you off easily! Let's go!"

After saying that, Lin Dongxue turned around and left. When she was about to leave the hall, she suddenly ordered, "Qin Keqing, this matter cannot end inexplicably. Bring back the evidence on the table."

After saying that, he didn't stay any longer and walked out in a hurry without looking back.

Qin Changdao was also very fond of Tang Yan's poem. When he heard Lin Dongxue's instructions, he didn't waste any words and just rolled up the paper and followed.

"Young Master Tang has really opened Wu Xuan's eyes today. Although he doesn't have a good reputation in Yuncheng, in my opinion, Young Master Tang is quite talented in poetry. If he can concentrate on studying literature, he will surely achieve something in the future. We have a long way to go, and we will meet again if we have the chance. Bye." Wu Xuan left after saying this.

The rest of the Tang family also reacted at this moment. Grandpa Tang and Uncle Mo stared at Tang Yan as if they were looking at a virgin.

Feeling the inquiring looks from the two old men, Tang Yan secretly cursed in his heart, it seemed that he had gone too far in pretending to be cool!