"Everyone, enjoy your food and drink! Don't be shy."
"Just make yourselves at home. Don't be too constrained, relax a bit."
Ye Kong raised his wine cup and smiled.
Seeing that everyone was too tense, he tried to lighten the atmosphere.
Everyone: ...
Linyaoyao lowered her head and looked at the wine in her cup, pretending not to recognize her master.
She wished she could find a hole to hide in.
Linyaoyao vowed that she really wanted to knock her master unconscious and drag him back.
You're not embarrassed, but your disciple is!
We're here for the Wanhua Gathering, not for a banquet.
You're really not being polite!
Master, can you please behave?
Xiaobai had nothing to say and crouched on the ground drawing circles, feeling like he wanted to hide inside them.
Even though he was the Great Demon King and had seen all kinds of big occasions, he was embarrassed by his master's antics.
I wish I hadn't come.
Liu Ruqing's smile froze for a moment before recovering.
Brother, you're really daring!
Do you really consider this place your own home? This is my Wanhua Peak!
But nevermind.
That's not important. The important thing is that Qin Shou is starting to pick a fight. The good show is about to begin.
Liu Ruqing raised her wine cup and took a sip, quietly watching the show.
Qin Shou was stunned on the spot. He didn't know how to respond to Ye Kong's words.
He was a bit confused for a moment.
This isn't your Xiaoyao Peak!
Do you really consider yourself the host here?
After a moment of confusion, Qin Shou said, "Uncle Ye Kong is joking. Since it's the Wanhua Gathering and we're talking about romance, why not talk about something interesting?"
Ye Kong thought about it and nodded, "But I've never been to a romantic place. Nephew Qin Shou, you often go, so you tell us how to play."
"Romance... Oh no, I haven't been to a romantic place too. It's Chen Changqing who often goes." Qin Shou realized halfway through and pointed the finger at Chen Changqing.
Chen Changqing, who was secretly watching Linyaoyao, was suddenly called out by Qin Shou and immediately got upset.
"Brother Qin Shou, don't talk nonsense. I, Chen Changqing, have always been virtuous. How could I go to such a place?" Chen Changqing said seriously.
"Pu..." Qin Shou sprayed his wine out.
"Brother Chen Changqing is really modest. Virtuous, huh. I'm laughing."
Chen Changqing gave Qin Shou a cold look. We were supposed to target Xiaoyao Peak together, why are you targeting me?
Deliberately ruining my reputation?
"Yes, I'm virtuous. Unlike some people who like to play with feces and even eat it." Chen Changqing said calmly.
This sentence hit Qin Shou's sore spot directly.
Qin Shou summoned his treasure and looked at Chen Changqing with a cold eye.
"Have the guts to fight!" Qin Shou said coldly.
"Afraid of you? Not likely!" Chen Changqing took out his sword and said coldly, "You've just broken through to the Yuan Ying stage. I can defeat you with just one sword!"
The two were tense and arrogant.
"Fight, fight!" Xiaobai watched the commotion from below, enjoying the chaos.
Liu Ruqing was stunned.
Weren't you two supposed to work together against Xiaoyao Peak?
Why are you fighting now?
"Cough, cough. At the Wanhua Gathering, no fighting is allowed. Otherwise, you will be expelled from Wanhua Peak and never allowed to return!" Liu Ruqing said coldly.
Chen Changqing then put away his sword and sat down. Qin Shou collected his treasure and returned to his seat.
"Fighting and killing is not good. It's better to have a drink and enjoy the flowers." Ye Kong smiled and said.
Qin Shou looked at Ye Kong, took a deep breath, and regained his composure.
Chen Changqing was also preparing.
"Uncle Ye Kong, today is the Wanhua Gathering with flowers blooming. Why don't you recite a poem?" Qin Shou suggested.
"Recite a poem?" Ye Kong furrowed his brow.
"Yes, since ancient times, beautiful women have loved talented scholars. Poetry reflects one's literary achievements. It's a pity not to recite a poem or write some verses on this occasion." Qin Shou said slowly.
Ye Kong looked at Qin Shou and wanted to ask if he was serious.
Are you sure you want to compete with me in poetry?
Although I can't remember all 300 Tang poems, I can still remember 30 of them.
"Okay, fine." Ye Kong nodded and agreed.
"Wait, since it's a poetry competition, there should be a prize." Qin Shou continued.
"What prize?" Ye Kong asked.
"If Uncle Ye Kong loses, he should shout three times, 'I'm not as good as Qin Shou,' so that the entire Xinghe Sect can hear it." Qin Shou said slowly.
Ye Kong nodded and said, "Alright, I won't be hard on you. If you lose, you should shout your own name thirty times."
"Okay!" Qin Shou agreed immediately.
Finally, it began.
Liu Ruqing became interested.
"Then I'll go first. Today, with flowers blooming, let's use flowers as the theme."
Qin Shou said, picking up a poem that he had someone write beforehand and reciting it slowly:
"Flowers bloom, attracting crowds of peaks, competing for beauty and bright colors."
"Shallow green flowers bloom secretly on the snowy path, with icy roots sprouting small red buds."
Liu Ruqing listened and commented, "It's okay."
"But it's not very rhythmic and a bit out of context."
Qin Shou bowed and turned to look at Ye Kong.
"Uncle Ye Kong, it's your turn."
Linyaoyao and the others also looked up at their master. They didn't know if he could compose a poem.
Su Qingwan quietly handed a note to Ye Kong, which was seen by Liu Ruqing.
Ye Kong felt someone handing him something in his hand. He didn't have time to open it at the moment. He picked up his wine cup and recalled some appropriate verses in his mind.
Got it.
With one hand behind his back, Ye Kong recited slowly:
"When autumn comes in September, after my flowers bloom, all other flowers wither."
"The fragrance fills the starry river, and the entire peak is adorned with golden armor."
Upon hearing this poem, the entire hall fell silent.
Anyone who understands poetry can appreciate the artistic conception conveyed by this poem.
Compared to Qin Shou's poem, Ye Kong's was on a completely different level.
"The poem fits the occasion. Today is September 8th, and the poem matches the current mood of everyone here." Liu Ruqing commented.
My disciple's poem is naturally excellent.
But I can't understand why my disciple, who has never met the peak master of Xiaoyao Peak, would compose a poem for him.
Forget it, maybe he just feels sorry for the peak master of Xiaoyao Peak.
However, the good show is not over yet.
Liu Ruqing shook her head and continued to watch the show.
Linyaoyao was shocked by her master's literary talent.
I thought my master was a waste of space, but unexpectedly, he's so talented in literature!
It seems that apart from cultivation, my master is not bad at other things.
Linyaoyao looked up at her master and suddenly saw a note in his hand. She was stunned.
"..." Linyaoyao.
I overestimated my master!
It turns out that my master can't compose poems at all. He took someone else's.
Oh well.
After sitting down, Ye Kong finally opened the note.
It read:
"Last year, on this day, in this gate, the faces and the peach blossoms reflected each other in red."
"The faces are gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."
After reading the poem on the note, Ye Kong furrowed his brow and thought, who wrote me a love poem?
Su Qingwan, sitting next to him, shyly lowered her head, her face slightly flushed.
So he's so good at poetry.
He can compose a poem effortlessly.
He's good-looking and talented. I can do it.