Doctor of Science's Journey into Another World

Chapter 341 4 amazing skills

Although many of the young talents present could not be called the great writers or poets that Yang Yu mentioned, they were worthy of the term "talented". Although they could not compose a poem in seven steps, they were able to write brilliantly.

After a while, many poems with neat parallelism and gorgeous rhetoric emerged, most of which were five-character and seven-character regulated verses, and a small part were four-character poems similar to the Chuci style.

The poem does not have to be complete; even a semi-finished sentence of only eight words will do. As for the complete poem, it can be completed after the poetry reading.

Although the monthly poetry gathering of Qingyun Academy can be regarded as the highest quality literary gathering in the East, the initiator, Qingyun Jushi, does not like strict and rigid rules.

Therefore, even short chapters or sentences with occasional witty words can be published at the Qingyun Poetry Conference, and Qingyun Jushi will appreciate everyone's poems from the most objective and fair perspective.

Being able to receive personal appreciation from the leaders of the literary world has made the Qingyun Poetry Festival the most popular gathering in the East, and countless talented young poets are vying for a chance to participate.

However, the venue of Qingyun Academy, where the Qingyun Poetry Festival is held, is only this big and can only accommodate about a hundred people even if it is stretched to the limit. This has caused many forces to scramble for places.

But Qingyun Jushi is well-known for his innocence and dislike of money, power and sex. Only talent and literary skills can touch Qingyun Jushi's heart.

Because of this, almost all the young talents attending the conference were well-known poets in the East, and almost every one of them had several masterpieces. Only in this way could they be noticed by Mr. Qingyun.

It is rare for Bai Hao and his group to join the group midway. If Yang Xiaoyun and Qingyun Jushi were not good friends, if Bai Hao's floating cloud in front of the academy was not the story, if Bai Hao's unique views on gentlemen were not the case, if Yang Yu's sudden proposal...

The beauties described by everyone were mostly Bai Hao and You La. As the only male among the visitors, Bai Hao was naturally used as a template for poetry by most female poets.

As for Youla, her stunning Eastern face and the special attraction of her incarnation made most male poets fall for her. Compared with the Central Plains faces of Olmia and Kalia, Youla was more in line with the aesthetic taste of Eastern men.

Soon, some exquisite verses were recited aloud by Mr. Qingyun with emotion, and those poets who were praised by Mr. Qingyun and others easily became the center of attention of the poetry meeting.

When Bai Hao was worrying about which classic from his previous life to learn from, he soon came up with an idea after listening to Master Qingyun reciting other people's poems.

The vast majority of poems praising beauties are basically based on metaphors, parallelism or borrowed allusions, metaphors for emotions, events, people and principles, which concretize the beauty's face and transform the poet's hazy mood into words.

For a time, Bai Hao felt a little embarrassed by the poems written by those female poets. They used their own appearance as the theme and praised themselves in various ways, as if they were the most beautiful love words among flowers.

After all the poets had composed several short poems, Qingyun looked at Bai Hao who was still holding the pen and chuckled, "My friend, you are guests, and the important thing is to feel the atmosphere of the poetry gathering. I know you are not a scholar, so it doesn't matter if you don't have any poems!"

Mr. Qingyun spoke softly, with a kind smile on his face that made Bai Hao feel like spring breeze. He didn't want Bai Hao to feel any pressure.

However, Bai Hao just shook his head and said: "I already have ink in my heart, but I see that all the talented people have good handwriting, while my handwriting is really as bad as dog crawling..."

"Haha, no problem, no problem, how about letting me write for you?" Yang Xiaoyun on the side stroked his beard and smiled, then directly took the feather pen from Bai Hao.

"Yang, Saint Yang has picked up his pen!"

"I didn't expect to see Yang Sheng's handwriting at the Qingyun Poetry Conference..."

"My father has a collection of Yang Sheng's Essays. I saw it not long ago and was really amazed by it!"

"I have gained a lot from this trip. I want to record it with photography!"

Bai Hao listened to the exclamations around him and couldn't help wondering, "Senior, why do they call you Yang Sheng?"

"Haha, I have some accomplishments in calligraphy, and this title is just an empty name given to me by others because they think highly of me."

Seeing Yang Xiaoyun's nonchalant look in front of everyone, Bai Hao knew that this title was by no means simple. He did not expect that he, as the archbishop of the Church of Destiny, was also a calligrapher.

Yang Xiaoyun stood with his pen in hand, waiting quietly. A sense of scholarly pride lingered around him. Bai Hao didn't waste any words, and immediately looked at Kalia and began to recite a poem.

Whether in the past or in the illusion of Demon Luo, Bai Hao's feelings for Kalia are the most profound and sincere. He immediately said loudly: "One glance at the crowd is as beautiful as dust!"

As soon as this poem came out, it instantly attracted applause from a group of talented people. Yang Xiaoyun, who was standing next to him, raised his sleeves and wrote fluently. After a short while, fourteen elegant and beautiful words appeared on the paper.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Qingyun Jushi nodded to Bai Hao and said, "You didn't praise the beauty's appearance, but directly compared her with all the beauties in the world. While expressing that the beauty's appearance is unrivaled, you also showed your love for her..."

Kalia hugged Bai Hao with a look of joy and cried loudly, while Youla beside her showed envy, and Olmia felt indescribably lonely.

Bai Hao noticed that Olmia was in a low mood, and immediately stopped Yang Xiaoyun who was about to finish writing, and whispered: "There's more!"

"Anything else?" Yang Xiaoyun was stunned.

Qingyun Lay Buddhist nodded and chuckled, "Not bad, my friend, you are so inspired for your first time writing a poem. You really have a talent for writing poems..."

Faced with Mr. Qingyun's generous praise, Bai Hao could only sneer. He was just a PhD in science in his previous life, and now he was just a ruthless endorsement machine.

"The startling shadow under the moon, I wonder if it's a fairy in the painting." Bai Hao turned to look at Olmia who seemed a little bewildered, "The person beside the wine shop is like the moon, and her white wrists are covered with frost and snow."

These two lines of poetry are perfect for the Saint of the Bright Moon. Comparing Olmia with the Bright Moon is considered the greatest blasphemy by ordinary Bright Moon believers, because no one can be compared with the Bright Moon hanging high in the sky, not even the Saint of the Bright Moon.

But if these words came from Bai Hao's mouth, it would be different. This is praise from God, and perhaps it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the highest praise.

Olmia ignored the boiling discussions around her. At this moment, her world became completely quiet. In her eyes, there was only Bai Hao's indifferent smile. She fell into a floating trance, unable to extricate herself for a long time.

After looking at the poem written by Yang Xiaoyun and pondering for a moment, Qingyun Lay Buddhist nodded to Bai Hao and said, "Not bad, really good, with beautiful artistic conception, elegant metaphors, and outstanding temperament. Wild geese, immortals, moon, and snow are all wonderful images..."