Evil Master and Disciple

If Ye Feng is asked to do something else, he probably won’t be able to do it.

But writing poetry...

No, for him, it should be copying poems, because Confucius entered the examination room and every line was there.

However, Ye Feng still felt unsure.

It's not that he feels guilty about plagiarizing ancient poems from his previous life. This guy has become much thicker-skinned than before and no longer feels any psychological pressure when it comes to stealing articles and poems.

His psychological uncertainty mainly stems from confusion and worry about the future.

Cultivators can generally live for hundreds of years. It has only been three months, and he has already copied three ancient poems from his previous life. That’s an average of one poem per month, which means twelve poems a year.

If this trend continues, within ten years, the little literary talent in my head will be completely drained away.

Ten years from now, I will be at the peak of my glory, a level that will last for two or three hundred years. How will I survive in the literary world after turning twenty-six? How can I, like the time-traveling protagonists in other online novels, use poetry to flirt with women?

The ink in a scholar's chest is like the thing in a man's body that travels among women.

He doesn't want to be the kind of person who "doesn't know the value of things when he is young, and cries when he sees nothing is available when he is old."

Ye Feng decided that this would be the last time he copied ancient poems from his previous life this year to prepare for long-term development in the future.

In fact, he agreed to the old man's bet tonight not only so that he could learn more skills from the old senior.

He also wanted to help Yun Shuang'er.

From Yun Shuang'er's confused expression, it can be seen that this great swan who claims to be the pride of heaven does not seem to understand what the old senior said about the true meaning of "Ni" in the Zhantian Sword Technique.

Ye Feng knew that Yun Shuang'er wanted to achieve a good result in this competition, so he practiced hard day and night on Luoxia Peak.

There are only fifteen days left before the competition. If Yun Shuang'er can master the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique within half a month, she will definitely be in the top ten.

Yun Shuang'er has indeed helped him a lot during this period, so Ye Feng also wants to help her.

In order to prevent the old man from going back on his word, Ye Feng insisted on making a promise with the old man that whoever went back on his word would be a puppy.

The old man guarding the temple was left speechless by Ye Feng.

In fact, he did not want to directly tell Ye Feng or Yun Shuang'er about the true meaning of the word "Ni". He wanted these two juniors to understand the word "Ni" through their own efforts.

Unable to resist Ye Feng's entanglement, he asked him to write a poem, and specifically said that he would only tell Ye Feng if he was satisfied.

The old man had already made up his mind. No matter what magnificent masterpiece Ye Feng made, he would insist that he was not satisfied. It was not like he was breaking any rules.

After getting the old man's promise, Ye Feng picked up the wine glass and cleared his throat.

Then he glanced at Yun Shuang'er.

Yun Shuang'er is worthy of being the most beautiful lady in Yunhai Sect. The bright moonlight of Mid-Autumn Festival shines on her beautiful face, making the moonlight seem to be eclipsed.

Ye Feng is not a gentleman with a firm mind.

Seeing the woman in white with a slightly frowned brow and a thoughtful look on her face, Ye Segui's heart was moved.

After a while, the old man who was guarding the temple knocked on the table a few times with chopsticks.

"I asked you to compose a poem, but you've been admiring the beauty for a long time. It's almost dawn now. Can you do it?"

His voice immediately woke up Yun Shuang'er who was in deep thought, as well as a certain little pervert.

Yun Shuang'er then realized that Ye Feng had been secretly watching her, and her expression was slightly unnatural.

Ye Feng had nothing to be embarrassed about.

He grinned and said, "Old Senior, do you think writing poetry is like shitting or farting? It just comes out like that? Doesn't it require conception and brewing?"

"Have you prepared it yet?"

"Just perfect! The task you gave me, old senior, is to compose a poem based on this moment and this scene..."

"Young man Ye, don't tell me that what you see in this scene is a beauty... Are you planning to write a poem to please the beauty?"

Ye Feng curled his lips and said, "Old Senior, after being together for so long, am I a mediocre person in your heart?"

"You can even talk about shit and fart right in front of this beautiful girl. Aren't you considered vulgar?"

Ye Feng rolled his eyes and then looked at Yun Shuang'er.

A faint blush appeared on Yun Shuang'er's originally snow-white cheek.

He laughed dryly and said, "Shuang'er, don't listen to the old man's nonsense. Just wait and see how I can use poetry to conquer this old man and help you...help us obtain the method to activate the Heaven-Slaying True Art."

As Ye Feng spoke, he pretended to pace slowly.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is bright in the sky. I am writing an impromptu poem on this topic."

Oh, it’s time to take out Su Shi’s “Water Melody Song” and show it off.

When Ye Feng was reading online novels in the past, he had seen at least hundreds of time travelers taking out this poem by Su Shi to show off.

I used to think those authors were quite vulgar. It was a different era, and they were still using such clichéd memes.

Only after becoming a time traveler himself did Ye Feng realize the helplessness of those authors.

I'm not a graduate student majoring in Chinese, classics, or Chinese language and literature. Which time traveler can recite all the Tang and Song poems? For an ordinary university graduate, it's already amazing to be able to recite 300 ancient poems.

It is even more difficult to describe the situation for science graduates.

Ye Feng could only recite about ten ancient poems about the moon.

Compared with other poems about the moon, this "Water Melody Song" is the most suitable for the world of immortal cultivation or other worlds.

Ye Feng cleared his throat and began his plagiarism...performance.

He craned his neck to look at the huge bright moon hanging high above his head, picked up the empty wine bowl, and pretended to send a letter to the bright moon.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."

Originally, the old man guarding the temple and Yun Shuang'er were both speechless about this kid's pretentiousness.

However, when Ye Feng just recited these two sentences, the expressions on their faces froze instantly, and a light seemed to flash in their eyes.

At this time, Ye Feng continued to chant: "I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind to return, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there..."

The shameless Ye Feng finally became the person he once hated.

When he first came into this world, he still had a bit of a sense of shame.

Apart from peeping at Yun Shuang'er bathing that night, he didn't do anything immoral.

Two months ago, in order to show off in front of the beautiful Yun Shuang'er, he stole a poem "Bamboo and Rock" by Zheng Xie. This kid was so scared, his face flushed, and he felt ashamed and guilty.

After experiencing several plagiarism incidents, he no longer has any psychological burden. He is calm and confident. If you don’t know him, you would really think that this guy is a scholar with a wealth of knowledge.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes; it is impossible to have everything at once. I wish you a long life, so that we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart..."

When the song was over, there was complete silence, with only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the night wind and the crunching sound of Sanzhier chewing on a large bone under the bamboo table.

The old man guarding the temple and Yun Shuang'er seemed to be immersed in the world in "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" that transcends time and space, combines heaven, earth, and the moon, and interweaves the real and the imaginary.

The words are unrestrained, the momentum is magnificent, the artistic conception is broad and profound, and at the same time it contains profound life philosophy.

With the bright Mid-Autumn moon as the background, it expresses the longing for relatives and the yearning for future life.

As soon as this poem came out, the old man guarding the temple and Yun Shuang'er were deeply shocked again.

Ye Feng looked at the confused duo and was not surprised. He sat on the bamboo stool and poured himself a bowl of five-grain liquid. After taking a sip, he picked up the chopsticks and ate the delicious dishes.

After coming to this world for many days, he already has a general understanding of it.

This world values ​​martial arts over literature, and people pursue the cultivation of truth rather than the flourishing of words. In terms of literary attainments, it is far less brilliant than that of ancient China.

Any one of the three hundred Tang poems can be regarded as a classic by scholars around the world.

Not to mention Su Shi's "Water Melody", which is praised as the best Mid-Autumn Festival poem from ancient times to the present.

How could these two semi-illiterate monks resist it?

Ye Feng felt a little regretful now. If he had known earlier, he would have just recited "The Moon Shines Before My Bed". With only two listeners, he copied out this famous poem through the ages. It felt a bit like walking in the night in fine clothes. If he had recited this in public in the capital city where culture and culture flourished, wouldn't he have immediately become the world's number one poet?

The old man guarding the temple gradually came to his senses, glanced at Ye Feng who was still eating and drinking in front of him, and then looked up at the moon.

I have been looking at the moon for more than a thousand years, but I can't come up with anything. The most I can think of is "Oh my god, the moon is so big tonight, Chang'e is walking the jade rabbit, and Wu Gang is cutting down the tree."

The boy in front of me is only in his teens. How could he come up with such profound lyrics in such a short time?

Is it possible that there really is a person called Wenquxing in this world?

Or is your head filled with shit?

It was not only the old man guarding the temple who had this idea, Yun Shuang'er also had a similar idea.

Although the old man guarding the temple had made up his mind from the beginning that no matter how amazing Ye Feng's work was, he would show a sneer of disdain and think it was not worth mentioning.

But now, he could only sigh deeply: "What a great saying! People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions; the moon waxes and wanes; it's difficult to have everything in its entirety. What a great line! Fairy Yun, what do you think?"

Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng, her cold eyes seemed a little confused and dazed, but she seemed to think that it was as it should be.

Because during this period of time, she has witnessed many miracles on Ye Feng, so what does it matter if a shocking poem appears now?

After a moment, Yun Shuang'er nodded slowly and said softly, "It is indeed a good word, a good word that will be passed down through the ages."

Ye Feng grinned and said, "Old Senior, this should be considered my victory."

The old man guarding the temple hummed and said, "You win."

"As for the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique..."

"Don't worry, old man, I never break my promises."

Ye Feng chuckled, then turned sideways, poked his head in front of Yun Shuang'er, and whispered, "Shuang'er, I've emptied my stomach of ink to help you. You have to treat me to a big meal."

Yun Shuang'er was stunned. Seeing Ye Feng winking at her, she realized that Ye Feng made a bet with the old man for her.

To be honest, this woman with a heart as cold as ice was actually a little moved at this moment.

Neither Ye Feng nor Yun Shuang'er had ever thought that they would spend this Mid-Autumn Festival with an old man who had lived for who knows how many years.

The old man guarding the temple never thought that after being lonely for a thousand years, there would be two younger generations who were much older than him to accompany him through the Mid-Autumn Night.

For the three of them, this Mid-Autumn Night is an unforgettable one.