Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

The contestants have arrived.

A martial arts master used his true energy to intimidate the entire audience and signaled everyone to be quiet.

Then a scholar in blue came on stage and began to introduce the situation of this poetry meeting.

Then the five great scholar judges gave their remarks one by one.

There was also the Emperor's message read out by the eunuchs, and speeches from representatives of the Five Schools and Seven Sects...

Lu Zhiqiu even met Song Fei, a young man from the Sword King Sect, and Shen Xiong, a disciple of the Baopu Sect, whom he met in front of Guan Qiuyun's tomb. They were all representatives of their respective sects.

Unfortunately, Lu Zhiqiu had heard these polite words countless times in his previous life.

In a daze, half asleep and half awake, this difficult time finally passed.

The scholar in green robes flicked his sleeves and said loudly:

"I declare that this poetry gathering officially begins."

The voice was clear and passionate, mixed with a powerful true energy, and it was obvious that he was also an outstanding warrior.

"Next, I will announce the content of the first round of competition."

Hear this.

Xu Xianxian subconsciously clenched her hands.

The questions for this round were set by two great scholars whom she failed to bribe, and even she did not know the content.

Can Sister Lu handle it?

She looked at Lu Zhiqiu with worry on her face.

Lu Zhiqiu seemed to have sensed it, and turned around to look at Xu Xianxian. He gently pinched her face and made a reassuring gesture to her.

"The first round will test your understanding of poetry. We will present a poem and have everyone interpret it. Whoever's interpretation is the most convincing will win."

"This poem has been very popular in the martial arts world recently. Perhaps a small number of people who pay attention to the martial arts world have heard of it before."

"It is the seven-character quatrain that the mysterious swordsman Lu Mangmang carved on the stone wall of Tiancang Ferry."

Afterwards, the scholar in blue robes took up his pen, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote this quatrain on the large piece of rice paper hanging in the front:

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The clear waves have long damaged the stone bridge, and the seagulls fly back and forth, leaving only the bridge to sleep.

Because of my previous life, the moon is lonely and thin, and the cycle of life cannot be full.

-

The whole audience suddenly started whispering.

Someone immediately raised their hand and questioned:

"This question doesn't seem fair, does it?"

"If someone here happens to be acquainted with Senior Lu Mangmang and understands the poem's origins and development, wouldn't it be naturally invincible?"

The scholar in blue seemed to have anticipated such doubts and smiled slightly, saying:

"In fact, this poem was published precisely for the sake of fairness."

"If an ancient poem is published, even if it's obscure, it's inevitable that someone has studied it beforehand. And because the poem has been around for so long, there's been ample time for researchers to understand the person and the times, to study the author's whereabouts, and to examine the context of the time."

"In that case, it shouldn't be surprising that this person won. However, this champion doesn't have a higher level of knowledge or comprehension than everyone else. It just happened to be a poem he had studied before. That doesn't count as a skill."

Everyone nodded subconsciously, feeling that what he said made sense.

"This poem was only published three months ago and has only had a certain influence in the martial arts world. It's far from being worthy of special study by Confucian scholars, so we are all starting from the same point."

"Also, because Senior Lu Mangmang has a mysterious background, whereabouts, and connections, the only two forces we can confirm are connected to him are the Sword King Sect and the Fuwei Escort Agency. However, neither of these two organizations will be participating in the competition today, so everyone can rest assured."

"Therefore, this poem is a perfect blank slate for everyone, waiting only for you to interpret it with your intellect and examine it with your knowledge."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was applause in the audience.

Everyone was moved by the fairness and good intentions of the question setter.

Even Xu Xianxian couldn't help but sigh inwardly: He is indeed a great scholar whom I cannot bribe, and the questions he asks really show the style of a famous scholar.

She couldn't help but patted Lu Zhiqiu on the shoulder and asked in a low voice:

"Can you interpret this poem?"

Lu Zhiqiu looked strange, and after two dry coughs, he said:

"Maybe... maybe... it should... probably... it's possible, right?"

Qingyun opens the way to you: Chapter 49 Are you the worm in Lu Mangmang’s stomach?

Half an hour passed in a flash.

Many people were still frowning, obviously not understanding what the poem was about.

after all.

Tiancang Ferry is just a small ferry near Tianshan Mountain. Many people have never been there in their lives, let alone know what the ferry looks like.

I had no idea where to start writing this poem.

However, there are 365 contestants here after all.

There are always capable people.

When the time was up, many people still stood up and expressed their own understanding.

But looking at the expressions of the people sitting below, one can tell that these interpretations cannot satisfy them, let alone the five great scholars who are well-read in poetry and books?

But some people's answers were eye-opening.

For example.

A young girl in yellow with a fairy-like bun stood up and said leisurely when the audience fell silent:

"In my opinion, this is the author's self-harm."

"[The clear water has long worn away the stone bridge, the seagulls fly away, leaving me alone to sleep], perhaps the author is comparing himself to the stone bridge, and the clear water represents his lover. His lover left the author, so the author is physically and mentally damaged. Watching the seagulls come and go, he can only fall asleep alone, with no one around him."

"[Because of my previous life, I was a lonely, thin moon, and could never be full after a lifetime of reincarnation] is another example of the author comparing himself to himself, saying that in his previous life, he might have been a lonely, thin, crescent moon in the sky, and that he could never see a full moon after a lifetime of reincarnation."

The yellow-dressed girl's voice was very elegant, like a cup of tea with a light fragrance.

Her interpretation enlightened everyone and they couldn't help but applaud.

The look he gave her was filled with admiration.

Even the five teachers in the front row finally started to move. They stopped sitting there and started to communicate with each other, as if they were discussing something.

The girl looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help feeling a little proud.

The corners of his mouth were curved in a smile.

But at this moment.

A man in a light blue brocade robe suddenly stood up, cupped his fists and said with a smile:

"This girl is truly a quick thinker. She's already deciphered most of the poem's content, and I have to express my admiration for her. However, there are still some things she hasn't touched upon."

The crowd was in an uproar.

They all looked in the direction of the voice and stared at the man, wanting to see what he had to say.

The girl in yellow also put her hands on her hips and glared at the man in brocade robe.

The man in brocade robe laughed, walked out of the jade table, paced around the field with his hands behind his back, and said loudly:

"The girl's interpretation of the emotions was correct, but many of the details were wrong."

"I've been to Tiancang Ferry. There's a bridge there with water flowing underneath."

“Therefore, [The clear water has long eroded the stone bridge, while the seagulls have come and gone, leaving only the bridge alone to sleep] is a realistic description, describing the stone bridge being eroded by the flowing water for a hundred years, with the seagulls coming and going on the stone bridge, leaving only the stone bridge standing firm.”

"[Because of its previous life, the moon was so lonely and thin, and it could never become round throughout its life]" also refers to the stone bridge. Think about it, isn't the curved stone bridge like the crescent moon in the sky? Connecting the stone bridge with the crescent moon, and then saying that the stone bridge could never become round throughout its life, makes sense."

"In this case, the title could simply be called 'Ode to the Stone Bridge'."

"However, the author's ingenuity lies here. While writing about the stone bridge throughout the whole article, he also writes about people, secretly lamenting that he is also like the stone bridge, a moment of a hundred years, and it is difficult to express his lonely heart."

"This is the fusion of emotion and scene, using objects to describe people. It is much more brilliant than writing about objects and people separately."

Everyone was silent for a long time, and then burst into even more enthusiastic applause.

Even the woman in yellow couldn't help but curl her lips and applauded the man.

The man also turned around, clasped his hands together, smiled apologetically at the woman in yellow, and said softly:

"I'm sorry, young lady, for stealing your thunder, but I didn't mean to be offensive. I was just seeking the truth."

This made the woman in yellow have an even better impression of the man in brocade robe.

This person is quite polite.

As the saying goes, read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.

The man may not be the best at reading, but he has actually been to Tiancang Ferry, such a remote little place. From the small details, we can guess that he is not someone who sits in his study, but a person who balances reading and traveling.

This is a kind of skill, a kind of cultivation that comes from being knowledgeable and experienced.

In the guest seats, Shen Xiong, a disciple of the Baopu School who had witnessed Lu Mangmang writing a poem in front of Guan Qiuyun’s tomb, was also amazed.

At that time, he wanted to ask Lu Mangmang what the meaning of this poem was.

But Lu Mangmang walked too fast and he couldn't catch up at all.

Now, after listening to the interpretation of the man in brocade robe, he felt that even if it was not the original meaning, it was not far off.

This guy has something.

The front.

The discussion among the five great scholars became more intense. Two of them even smiled, and seemed to be satisfied with this explanation.

The man in brocade robe had a bright smile on his face, and he felt that the first place was already waving at him.

"Brother Wang, you are indeed worthy of being here. You have even been to Tiancang Ferry. If I had known that you were going on this long journey last year, I would have gone with you."

"Brother Wang, I saw that you were extraordinary when we were in the academy. I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. I hope you can help me in the future."

"Xiao Wang, our academy is still short of a teacher. Do you have the time? The salary is negotiable. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."

Many people had already gathered around the man.

Everyone started talking at once and trying to establish a relationship with him.

The man in brocade robe brushed his hair with his hand, coughed twice, and was about to say a few polite words that would show his dignity without being impolite.

But a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Just like he interrupted the woman in yellow before.

Everyone looked back.

There, a girl in white was slowly standing up. It was Lu Zhiqiu.

She cleared her throat, glanced at everyone, and smiled at everyone's doubtful or expectant gazes.

"In my opinion, there is a story behind this poem that the two previous speakers haven't mentioned."

"A few years ago, I also went to Tiancang Ferry."

"Next to the ferry, there is actually a small unmarked grave and a small wooden house."

"I was very interested in the small tomb here. After reading a lot of books, I finally found this story in an ancient book."

……

The top floor of Yujing Tower is brightly lit.

Lu Zhiqiu told the story of Guan Qiuyun and his disciple.