Evil Master and Disciple

Five people and one badger came to the south gate of Yueyang City. A few dozen feet to the south was the embankment of Dongting Lake. At this moment, the area outside the city gate and the embankment was very lively, with vendors everywhere and business was booming.

Ye Feng craned his neck to look at the huge attic on the city wall, staring at the plaque on it in a daze.

"Holy crap, it really is Yueyang Tower... Did someone from this world go back? Or was it created by another time traveler?"

Even though there are many places with the same names in the two worlds, they only retain the place names from the pre-Qin period, mainly the names of states, such as Qizhou, Yangzhou, Xuzhou, etc.

There can't be a Yueyang Tower here.

He had been to Yueyang Tower before, so he was quite familiar with its history.

The predecessor of Yueyang Tower was the parade tower used by Lu Su during the Three Kingdoms period.

Before the Tang Dynasty, it was mainly used for military purposes, and later became a gathering place for literati and poets.

The plaque hanging on the attic now is the one of Yueyang Tower, which is obviously inconsistent with the history of this era.

There are only two reasons.

First, there are powerful beings in this world who returned to Earth after the Tang Dynasty and then came back again...

Second, it was created by other time travelers.

Maybe it was the old man Zhang Qingyun, or maybe it was the old woman who asked him to meet her in the capital on New Year's Eve.

Maybe, it's someone else...

Seeing Ye Feng staring at the city gate tower in a daze, Yun Shuang'er asked, "Xiao Feng, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Feng came back to his senses and said, "Shuang'er, you are knowledgeable and can even recite the Jiuzhou Atlas. Do you know the origin of Yueyang Tower?"

Yun Shuang'er shook her head slightly and said, "I only remember the place name and the name of the city. I don't know the history of Yueyang Tower. Xiaofeng, you seem very interested in this gatehouse."

Ye Feng laughed dryly and said, "I'm not really interested. I just... I just think this pavilion built on the city wall is very special."

Qin Chuchu interjected, "I do know a little about Yueyang Tower. It seems it's been called this name for over two thousand years."

"More than two thousand years ago?"

Ye Feng was slightly stunned.

Right.

According to his speculation, the old man Qingyun and the old woman should have come to this world more than two years ago.

"Damn it, you scared me..." Ye Feng cursed in his heart.

Qin Chuchu said, "Xiaofeng, since you're interested in Yueyang Tower, why don't you go up and take a look? More than ten years ago, when I went down the mountain to train, I came here. There are many calligraphy works left by scholars here. You are the number one poet in our Yunhai Sect, so why don't you leave behind some poems?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "That's possible. I'd like to meet these so-called literati."

It's really boring to show off with poetry in front of a group of cultivators from the Yunhai Sect.

If I could show off in front of the real scholars in this world, then my life in this world would not be in vain.

The five entered the city.

Climb up the city wall from the stairs inside the city gate.

Because Qin Chuchu is a very beautiful young girl, people always turn their heads to look at her wherever she goes.

Fortunately, Shen Tianqi and Yun Shuang'er were both wearing veils, otherwise who knows what kind of sensation it would have caused.

The five people went up to the city wall and clearly felt that the atmosphere had changed.

There are many desks on the city wall, and young people in Confucian costumes can be seen everywhere shaking their heads towards the sparkling Dongting Lake.

On the city wall, there are many vendors selling books, calligraphy and paintings, and the four treasures of the study...

Ye Feng was a scholar who had just come into contact with this world for the first time, and he was very curious.

Seeing a young scholar writing a poem, I couldn't help but move forward to take a few glances.

Suddenly, Ye Feng's eyes became dull.

The poems written by this extraordinary scholar are really not commendable.

"Oh my god."

“Dongting Lake is so big.”

"The lake is full of fish."

"The turtle crawls everywhere."

"This, this, this..." Ye Feng pointed at the poem written by that brother, stunned, and even started stuttering, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Hong Jiu and others beside him were also speechless.

The scholar saw someone appreciating the poem and said with a smile, "Are you reading my poem? What do you think? Please feel free to comment on it."

Ye Feng really wanted to raise his fist and punch this guy.

However, he still held back in the end.

Nodding, "Not bad, not bad..."

The man was delighted and said, "Really? I think the third sentence needs some fine-tuning."

Ye Feng thought, is it only the third sentence that needs polishing?

Walking south along the city wall, Ye Feng was truly amazed. The song "Oh My God, Turtles Are Crawling Everywhere" that he had seen before was already considered a top-notch masterpiece!

There are many more outrageous poems!

No wonder the once glorious Confucianism has fallen into decline.

Can these scholars carry forward the Confucian tradition?

Thinking of the culture and history of China in his previous life, Ye Feng shook his head secretly.

Then I felt something was wrong.

There has been no major unrest or war in this world in the past few thousand years.

The world is peaceful and prosperous, just like the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, and it should be able to produce some brilliant cultural treasures.

Why is it that these people in the world read so much but still can’t write any good poems or articles?

This made Ye Feng very confused.

Everyone strolled all the way to the front of Yueyang Tower.

This is a three-story pavilion located on the city wall, with red walls, golden tiles, and hexagonal eaves.

The scholars who are illiterate but love to pretend to be cultured are all left to starve on the city wall.

The truly learned scholars would drink tea, listen to music, and discuss poetry and prose in the Yueyang Tower.

When they arrived in front of the building, an ignorant waiter blocked their way.

"Do you have an invitation?"

"An invitation? No, we were just passing by and saw how lively it was, so we came up to take a look. Why do we need an invitation just to have a meal at Yueyang Tower?"

The waiter said, "If you don't have an invitation, please stay. This is a cultural center of the Nine Provinces. Today, Mr. Yi from the White Horse Academy is giving a lecture, and the invited guests are all literary masters. You don't look like scholars with swords and knives, and without an invitation, you should just stay outside and enjoy the Dongting landscape."

Ye Feng turned around and said, "Shuang'er, Tianqi... Is this guy looking down on others? It's understandable that Xiaohong is too big and rough and doesn't look like a scholar! But the way I dress, the way I look, the way I have, the way I am... How can I not be a scholar?"

Hong Jiu said: "Come on, your temperament is not much better than mine, especially with a green rabbit on your head."

Ye Feng corrected him: "Sanzhi'er is not a green-haired rabbit, it is a green-haired badger."

The waiter said, "Please move your discussion elsewhere and don't disturb the elegant enjoyment of the scholars in the pavilion."

Ye Feng glanced at the Yueyang Tower and listened to the sounds of stringed instruments and orchestras coming from inside.

He said, "I don't have an invitation, but I still want to go in and take a look. Just name your price. I have plenty of money."