Many female Great Sage had stars in their eyes as they cast admiring gazes at Qin Mu, throwing flirtatious glances at him.
It had to be said that Qin Mu's poem was of a certain standard and could be considered a gifted scholar.
The Dark Moon Emissary nodded slightly, acknowledging Qin Mu's results. No matter what, Qin Mu's poem could be completed. Even though it wasn't perfect, it was still considered an outstanding work.
"Next!" the Dark Moon Emissary said in a low voice.
Time passed, and after Qin Mu finished speaking, no other Great Saint stepped forward for a while.
About a minute later, a beautiful woman walked out from the crowd. She walked gracefully and gracefully. She was the saintess of Devil Heaven Sacred Gate, the Great Sage of Hundred Flowers.
Faint sorrow hung on her beautiful face as she recited in a low voice, "Autumn comes and goes in the evening. Missing you without sorrow makes me more sorrowful."
The Great Sage of Hundred Flowers' poem was shorter, but it couldn't hide her talent.
The two short lines of the poem revealed a deep sense of sorrow.
The Dark Moon Emissary nodded repeatedly, giving a high evaluation of the Great Sage of Hundred Flowers.
In terms of results, the Great Sage of Hundred Flowers might even surpass the Holy Son of Sun Shrine, Qin Mu.
Qin Mu's expression was slightly ugly, as if he hadn't expected there to be a talented woman present who could compose such an outstanding poem.
After the Great Sage of Hundred Flowers, another fairy-like beauty walked out with a whoosh. It was the young miss of Murong Family, Murong Yan.
Poems of sorrow were the most suitable for a woman, just like many other women.
In the fantasy world, many male martial arts practitioners were out adventuring, so they naturally missed their wives at home. It was easy for them to have feelings of sorrow.
In addition, the men of Great Desolation Continent basically had three wives and four concubines, so it was easy for them to neglect some of their concubines.
After being neglected for a long time, it was normal for them to have grievances.
"I, Da Da, walk on the dark moon. The spring wind doesn't come, the willow catkins don't fly. My heart is like a lonely city.
My appearance may have been a mistake. Cover me with a heavy curtain. You are far away in the Nine Heavens Galaxy. Butterflies flutter outside my window like raindrops. "Murong Yan leisurely walked through the crowd and recited a rather stunning modern poem.
Her poems had a unique style. There was no special rhythm or rhyme, but the use of imagery could be said to be amazing, conveying a wisp of faint sorrow in the boudoir.
"Amazing!
Good poem!
What a good poem!
Where did this girl come from?
Why haven't I seen it before? "
"Based on the way she's dressed, she looks like the Lady of the Murong family, Murong Yan. However, isn't her face as beautiful as a dream?
Why can I see it clearly now? "
The crowd was full of praises for Murong Yan's performance. Without a doubt, Murong Yan's cultured qualities were not just any average level.
What was even stranger was the fact that Murong Yan's veil of mystery had been torn off, revealing her true appearance to everyone.
Murong Yan's talent was acknowledged by everyone. The Sage Ruler Dark Moon Emissary nodded his head repeatedly, believing that Murong Yan's performance was outstanding.
However, the poetry competition continued. Many of the Great Sage present had already published their poems.
Even if it was some crappy poems or limericks, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, they had to produce a poem to complete their task.
As time passed by, in the blink of an eye, more than six hundred people had completed their poems.
The remaining few hundred people were basically a bunch of rough and boorish men. They were uncultured and could not even compose a limerick, so they could only give up.
Of the six hundred people who had written their poems, every single one of their poems was recorded in the book.
The Dark Moon Emissary took out a small booklet and compiled the poems of the contestants into a book.
In the end, the Dark Moon Emissary could not decide who had the best results by himself. He needed to gather the other Dark Moon Emissaries for a meeting.
After all, poems were too subjective and there was no fixed grading standard. Therefore, it was better to gather more Dark Moon Emissaries to grade them.
Most of the cultured Great Sage present had already finished composing their poems. Only Ye Qing was left. He still had a carefree look on his face as he continued to wave the folding fan in his hand.
The Dark Moon Emissary cast his gaze over and paid attention to Ye Qing's situation. In the Dark Moon Emissary's impression, Ye Qing was an out-and-out talent. He would definitely be able to compose a better poem.
If it was someone else, the Dark Moon Emissary would not take the initiative to ask. However, Ye Qing was different.
"Excuse me, Dark Moon Emissary. I would like to ask, can I submit many poems?
I can easily compose three thousand poems about the theme of a woman's grievance! "Ye Qing said arrogantly.
Hearing Ye Qing's arrogant words, the Dark Moon Emissary was a little dumbfounded.
Others could not even compose one poem, but Ye Qing could compose three thousand poems directly?
That was a little too exaggerated!
"Tang Bohu, then I will give you ten minutes. How many poems you can compose will depend on your standard!" The Dark Moon Emissary said slowly.
Ye Qing smiled. In terms of the standard of poetry, if he claimed to be second, no one in the entire Prehistoric Continent would dare to claim to be first!
When he was on Earth, Ye Qing was familiar with the three hundred poems of the Tang Dynasty. He was extremely awesome.
Ye Qing could basically recite all kinds of poems of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty!
After coming to the Prehistoric Continent, Ye Qing had obtained the god-level perception. His attainments in various poems were even more profound!
Three thousand poems was still considered a small number. In Ye Qing's memory, not to mention three thousand, he could even recite thirty thousand poems.
As he stepped forward, Ye Qing gently waved the folding fan in his hand. He was elegant and said slowly, "If only life was like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be sad for the painting fan?
Ordinary things change, but the old man's heart changes easily. "
When Ye Qing recited a poem, it could be said that the entire audience was stunned. It made everyone nod their heads and praise!
The first few poems were completely trash compared to Ye Qing's.
What a joke. Ye Qing was a Chinese who had transmigrated from Earth. He had a rich cultural heritage. All kinds of poems were displayed in the fantasy world. That was amazing and no one could surpass him.
The Dark Moon Emissary was surprised. He did not expect Ye Qing to have such amazing talent to be able to compose such a wonderful poem!
Every word was particular. The mood was profound and meaningful. It left a lasting aftertaste and lingered in the air!
"Tang Bohu, don't you have other poems?
Why don't you share them with us? "The Dark Moon Emissary said.
Ye Qing smiled slightly and satisfied the Dark Moon Emissary's request. He waved the folding fan in his hand and said slowly, "The sun is setting behind the screen. No one sees the tear stains in the golden house.
The lonely courtyard is late. The pear blossoms on the ground won't open the door. "
It was yet another classic poem, perfectly fitting the theme. The two poems that Ye Qing had created were undoubtedly stunning, and his skills were enough to shock the world!
The Great Sage of Hundred Blossoms and Murong Yan's eyes were shining. They admired Ye Qing greatly.
Ye Qing's talent was admirable. The Great Sage of Hundred Blossoms and Murong Yan were both cultured ladies. They liked to recite poems on a daily basis. Ye Qing's talent in poetry had undoubtedly conquered them.
"Tang Bohu, your two poems are of high standard. Do you have any others?" The Dark Moon Emissary asked again.
In the beautiful big eyes of the Dark Moon Emissary, there was a flash of light that was filled with anticipation.
From the Dark Moon Emissary's point of view, Ye Qing was definitely the most cultured and literary person among the Great Sage present!
"Of course. My poems can talk from day to night. As long as you are willing to listen, thirty to thirty thousand is not a problem." Ye Qing smiled faintly. The elegance of his folding fan and the demeanor of a modest gentleman were admirable.