C11 No It Couldn't be

"You have conditions?"

"Hahahaha, this is really rare. This stupid son-in-law of the Chiang family would actually put forward conditions to others?" Wang Mao laughed.

The rest of the people also revealed mocking expressions.

On the other hand, when Loo Feng heard this, he was even more interested in opposing Lin Xiao.

"You have such big words." Loo Feng said: "Prefecture cherishes talent, I will not punish you for offending me. If you can compose a poem that satisfies me in a quarter of an hour, how about it?"

"As for the conditions you mentioned, tell me."

"If I can do it, Wang Mao will be slandering me. He will apologize to me in public and get off the boat himself." Lin Xiao looked at Wang Mao coldly.

"What did you say?!" Wang Mao was furious.

The Orchid Poetry Club was famous throughout B City, and the incident on the pleasure boat had spread through the streets and alleys. If people found out that he had publicly apologized to an idiot and was even kicked off the boat, how could he, Wang Mao, raise his head in B City in the future?

Just as Wang Mao was about to fly into a rage, Cai Shaozhi walked over and said with a smile, "If you can do it, Wang Mao can get off the boat. But what if you can't?"

That's right!

This idiot probably wouldn't be able to do it at all.

Wang Mao said aggressively: "As Young Master Cai said, if you can do it, I can get off the boat, but what if you can't do it?"

"No buts," Lin Xiao suddenly turned around and said, "Lord Loo, please hold the leak pot."

Loo Feng immediately ordered someone to hold the leak pot and calculate the time. Before the water in the leak pot could drip out, Lin Xiao blurted out.

"The green mountain will not relax, and its roots are in the broken rocks. Even after thousands of attacks, it is still tough, regardless of east, west, south, or north."

Loo Feng, who was about to call for someone to prepare a pen and paper, was suddenly startled. The young geniuses in the room did not react for a moment.

"You... Recite it again, slower." Loo Feng was stunned.

Didn't hear it clearly?

Lin Xiao swept his gaze across the crowd of young geniuses, slowed down his speech, and recited it again.

"Ten thousand strikes are still tough, no matter east, west, south, and north..." Loo Feng closed his eyes and chewed on the last two sentences.

The others did the same.

"Good poem, good poem!" Before the others could chew on the taste of this poem, Loo Feng's eyes lit up, and his expression was especially excited.

"Plain and reserved, its meaning is profound!"

"This poem emphasizes on the stubborn quality of the bamboo. By biting the word 'fix', it makes the bamboo look like a human being, which conveys the charm and vitality of the poem. It seems to be writing about the bamboo, but it is actually writing about the human."

Loo Feng suddenly looked at Lin Xiao.

Wasn't this Chu Ren? Wasn't that him?

"I see, the last two lines of this poem are the key to the poem, and the last two lines are the last lines of the poem, the last line is the last line of the poem, the last line is the last line of the poem, the last line is the last line of the poem, the last line is the last line of the poem, the last line is the last line of the poem, the last line is the last line of the poem, the last line is the last line of the poem, the last line is the last line of the poem"

"Applying objects to express one's will. Simple and straightforward. It is indeed a good poem!"

"Fearless, generous and unrestrained, it is the best!"

The young geniuses also figured out the meaning of the poem. They discussed amongst themselves, and it was extremely lively. At this moment, they no longer looked at Lin Xiao with disdain.

Lin Xiao was not surprised by everyone's reaction.

"Lin Xiao, did you write this poem? How come I've never heard of it before? Do you know how to write poetry? Tell me, did you copy it from somewhere?" Wang Mao's face darkened.

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately came back to their senses.

Even the great writers of the Chu Dynasty found it difficult to recite such a brilliant and concise poem.

Everyone knew that Lin Xiao was incompetent in both literature and martial arts. How could he possibly write such a poem?

"Why don't you copy a poem for me to see?" Lin Xiao looked back at Wang Mao.

"If this is your work, I'll drink up the water of Lingshi River!" Wang Mao could not believe it. They were all useless people, so how could you write such a good poem?

"Can you prove that I didn't make this poem?" Lin Xiao asked, "Or did you hear someone recite this poem before?"

Wang Mao was at a loss for words and said, "Then how can you prove that you wrote this poem?"

"How can you prove that you are Wang Mao?" Lin Xiao asked calmly.

"You..." Wang Mao's anger did not decrease.

"It would be easy to prove whether or not this poem was written by Lin Xiao," At this moment, Cai Shaozhi's voice sounded.

Cai Shaozhi had been deliberately making things difficult for him just now, but he also did not expect Lin Xiao to be able to do it, so his expression was not as relaxed as before.

"Oh? Young Master Cai, is there any way?" Loo Feng asked.

Cai Shaozhi glanced at Lin Xiao with a gloomy gaze: "Reporting to my lord, such an extraordinary poem has never been written since the ancient times. Since Lin Xiao has true talent and knowledge, I believe that it will be easy for him to compose another poem. If he can do it, it will prove that he indeed has talent. If he can't..."

"As you say." Lord Loo said: "Lin Xiao, can you still do it?"

"In the wilderness, there are clouds and clouds in the sky. No one appreciates virtue, and I hold my chastity in my heart. I am ashamed of my tears, and I am ashamed to play the zither in the palace. Whoever can make a flute should be able to spit out a dragon's roar!"

Lin Xiao chanted loudly.

Loo Feng was excited, and the scholars in the room were stunned.

"The first sentence is miserable, the second sentence is full of life, it gives the bamboo not an easy life, not a luxurious life, the third sentence is not appreciated, the fourth sentence is solitary, it does not want to cling to the powerful, it only wants to become the flute in the hands of those who appreciate it, and make a dragon's roar for it."

"Such a masterpiece is rarely seen in a hundred years!"

Everyone was excited.

Cai Shaozhi's expression had already changed.

He actually managed to make it?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

How could this idiot have such talent?

"I am a man of virtue, and I am born thin. I am proud of my tall stature, and I am proud of my toughness."

"Another song!"

Loo Feng seemed to have woken up from a dream and kept urging people to pick up their brushes: "Write it down, all of you write it down. Also, remember the two songs just now as well. Hurry up!"

The civil official at the side was flustered, and he was even more shocked in his heart.

Magistrate Loo had always been serious, when had he ever been so fanatical?

"The new bamboos are higher than the old bamboos. It's all thanks to the support of the old staff. Next year, there will be a new disciple." Lin Xiao spoke again.

"Good words, good words!" Loo Feng had completely lost his composure.

As for the scholars in the cabin, their expressions were already lifeless, and they were completely shaken to the ground.

This son-in-law of the Chiang family, the biggest joke in B City in the past three years, could it be that he was really more talented than them?

Chiang Jiao, who had always been protected by Lin Xiao, was not only surprised, but also surprised!

At this moment.

The husband she had protected for the past three years was dazzling, standing out from the crowd. No one was more brilliant than him!

"Is that enough? If it's not enough, I can continue," Lin Xiao looked at Wang Mao in disdain.

"Enough... Enough, enough." Wang Mao was stunned by the continuous poems. He sweated profusely and finally collapsed to the ground.

Four songs!

All four poems were the best of the best!

Such a brilliant talent could not be found anywhere else in B City!