Felnid is a city where crime hardly ever happens.
Governed by living weapons,evil struggles to show its face there.

A teenager by the name of Lorc Dorne wants to show everybody that his strength by passing the Grand Test,an annual exam that has stolen the lives of countless others.Due to terrible circumstances after his birth,he had poor motor skills but grew stronger over time. His one ambition:to become a GUARD,a powerful sentry that can defend the city at any time.

Along with his friend,Robin Young,and the mysterious youth,Elva Narthen,he is suddenly thrown into a fateful turn of events.

Follow their story as they struggle to become GUARDs,which leads them to mysteries that were previously hidden.

This is the story of an omega called Arone he is 15 years old, he lives with a mother named Corine who is also a white omega. His father died in a car accident, since he is silent why he is like that, because he knows how to drown in sadness but it's not just that. He knows closed in on himself, he no longer talks to anyone. But, he will return to an academy which this name Frelande who is what awaits him there he will be able to speak again or not. But he will also meet his Alpha who is possessed, protective, violent and selfish.

see the story of a Reincarnated Mortal like Lucifer Morningstar.

[Tags: R-18, Angels, Demons, Gods, Monsters, Multi-Verse, Mages, Harem, incest, Op-Mc.]

Ps:ANIME/FILM

* [Note the author is Brazilian and can't speak english so use google translate, if anyone doesn't like bad grammar then don't even start reading it.]

May we all be blessed with longevity?

Though thousands of miles apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together?

Zhang Ye had already finished reciting his poem, but the sound lingered on. Everyone present seemed to have their goosebumps explode. They were momentarily silent! The entire auditorium was echoing with the sound from the microphone!

With the poem unleashed, it shocked the entire auditorium!

Meng Dongguo was already stunned when he heard half of it!

Big Thunder, Zheng Anbang, Little Red Mushroom and the other Writers' Association’s Teachers were dumbfounded!

Even without mentioning them, one could tell just by observing the atmosphere in the auditorium. Everyone in the audience had turned silent. Even the host, Zhang Huo, was at a loss for words while holding onto the microphone. The female host, Sung Mengjie, was even worse. She stared straight ahead and did not even realize that her hand had lost its grip on the microphone. Only when it issued a heavy thud on the red-carpeted floor of the podium did she come around. Following this, the souls of the people returned to their empty bodies, as if they had just crawled down from the moon in Zhang Ye's poem!

Wow!

Shouts immediately exploded!

"Good poem!"

"What the f***!"

"Heavens! What did I just hear!"

"The pen of God! The pen of God!"

"Too awesome! This poem is enough to explode!"

Some people could not help but stand up and applaud loudly!

Director Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei were stunned!

Big Sis Zhou exclaimed, "What a good melody poem! Teacher Little Zhang really created it on the spot? Oh, my God! Oh, my Buddha! Oh, my Guanyin Bodhisattva! Oh, my Jesus! Oh, my Heavens!" She believed in quite a few religions, as there were all sorts of variations. "That ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’ was made on the spot. ‘Flying Bird and Fish’ and ‘A Generation’ were also improvised on the spot. ‘See Me or Not’ was also written there and then. This is also written at the last minute? How could this be possible!? What sort of brain does Teacher Little Zhang have!?"

Wow!

It was unknown who gave the first applause! Thunderous applause!

This was not an analogous description! It was really like thunder! The entire auditorium's ceiling seemed to have been blown away! Other than applause, nothing else could be heard!

What was good about this melody poem? Many laymen might not be able to tell what was good about it, but they knew that it was definitely good.

Only Meng Dongguo, Zheng Anbang and company knew what realm this melody poem had reached. This was written too well. It revolved around the thoughts and imagination that opened up due to the Mid-Autumn's moon. It embodied the joys and sorrows of the world into a philosophical pursuit of the meaning of life and the universe!

When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the clear sky.

In the heavens on this night, I wonder what season it would be?

Almost every word was classic. Each word had a charm to it. Some of the words even needed to be repeated several times to gain an understanding of the profound meaning behind it! For example, the sentence, "ride the wind to return home"? Why was the word "return" used? A few people from the Writers' Association did not understand the first time that they heard it. Only as they heard to the end did they slowly understand. The word "return" was the finishing touch. It expressed how the original author, Zhang Ye, was in fact not treating himself as a mortal of this world. He treated himself as an immortal that had detached from the world; hence, he needed to "return" to the immortal palace, and not “go” to the immortal palace. It sounded insolent, but this melody poem's essence, energy and spirit had suddenly broke the confines of this world, and had raised the bar by more than one grade! Coupled with the ending sentence, the dozen or so Teachers and authors from the Writers' Association were too shocked for words!

Zhang Ye?

Who was he?

What sort of person is he!?

Other than Meng Dongguo and Little Red Mushroom understanding Zhang Ye a bit more, the other Teachers from the Writers' Association did not know this person. They had never even heard of him; hence, they were so shocked. How could a person that could write such a melody poem be some nobody? How could he be a rookie that they had never heard of? Furthermore, these people had prepared for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet for several days, while this person was called out onto the stage! He did not even have time to prepare! Just this alone! No one present felt that they could do it themselves! What’s more, he produced such a shockingly great melody poem!

When did the realm of poetry have such an awesome person!?

Two minutes. The applause lasted for two minutes before it ended!

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

Finally, loud cries began to shout out in unison. Many people were calling out Zhang Ye's name, cheering him on and encouraging him. They were backing him!

Why?

It was because Meng Dongguo was too much of a bully!

He had publicly invalidated Zhang Ye? And even said that he was an amateur? And even called him out to get him onstage for a showdown? And even wanted to find his faults, so as to show everyone how to write a poem? Don't forget that this was Beijing Radio Station. It was Zhang Ye's unit. Everyone was a bit angry that their colleague had been bullied! Hence, seeing Zhang Ye coming up with such a magical and godlike poem in an impressive fashion, everyone seemed like they were on stimulants as they cheered him on. Although they were cheering on Zhang Ye's name on the surface, they were in fact trampling on Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company!

Deputy Station Head Jia's face turned black. He stood up to clap his hands. This was a live broadcast. What were they doing!?

Seeing the station's Leader's attitude, everyone stopped shouting and began to sit down one after another. They were all waiting to see the commotion that was to follow!

The host, Zhang Huo, managed to come around and speak. As he drew in his breath, he asked, "Teacher Zhang Ye, what is the name of this melody poem? Can you tell us?"

Zhang Ye smiled. "It's called ‘Shuidiao Getou’.”

Sun Mengjie said, "I already do not know how to evaluate it. I'm a layperson and do not understand melody poems much. However, with me dropping the microphone without realizing it, you should know how much I love this poem. Really, I love this poem to death. Its words are beautiful to an extreme!"

Zhang Ye was a person who did not fear stirring up chaos in the world. He immediately said, "It's alright. You are a layperson, but there are many experts on-site. They are professional Teachers from the Writers' Association." Turning his head, he looked towards Meng Dongguo and Big Thunder. Both of them had already returned to their seats when Zhang Ye recited his poem; however, Zhang Ye was able to find them with a glance. "Teacher Meng, Teacher Big Thunder... Previously, the both of you said my works have no literary value. Previously, you have also said I might not be good at writing poems. Yes, I admit I'm a beginner and an amateur. I shall modestly ask you Teachers for advice to please help me improve my level. Can you advise me on this poem?"

Zhang Huo nearly burst out laughing.

Sun Mengjie was also at a loss as to whether to laugh or to cry.

Upon hearing this, Big Thunder nearly vomited a mouthful of blood. He nearly cursed his mother. Your granduncle! I advise you, my ass!

Find a problem? Find faults? I haven't even fully understood the melody poem's complete meaning! Where can I find fault with it!? Although he was unrelenting and was angry, most of this anger came from being embarrassed. To be fair, Big Thunder had no choice but to admit that Zhang Ye's poem was flawlessly perfect. Not even them, probably no one could pick a fault with it. Zhang Ye had trampled on them!

Meng Dongguo was even more direct. He stood beside a youth from the Writers' Association and whispered with his head down. It was as if he was discussing the poem and had pretended not to hear Zhang Ye's words.

Everyone who had called him out no longer made a noise!

Against such a dazzling poem, they had no means of making a noise!

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ye also felt it was meaningless. There was no need to say anything more. He had already expressed himself using his work. Furthermore, it was a live broadcast, with many listeners listening into it. It was not good for him to say so much, as it was easy to make a mistake with too many words. It would make himself seem agitated. Although anyone could tell that those words were Zhang Ye's way of fighting back, what he said was without fault. He had admitted to being an amateur and had asked for advice as a newcomer. No one could speak ill of that. Hence, he passed the microphone back to the host and prepared to go offstage.

Zhang Huo was actually quite warm-hearted, "Teacher Zhang, although we are in the second poetry appreciation segment, it is still part of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. Your poem will definitely be voted upon by netizens. Do you want to canvass for votes for yourself?"

Zhang Ye turned around and smiled. "It's alright. There's no need."

No need to canvass for votes? Meng Dongguo and company had all canvassed for votes, but you don't need to?

Zhang Huo did not understand what Zhang Ye's attitude was and could only respect his idea.

Meng Dongguo, who was below the stage, squinted his eyes slightly upon hearing this. He was not canvassing for votes? It was alright, even if he canvassed for votes. He believed that he was guaranteed to receive first place.

There were two reasons. Firstly, he also felt that his poem was very good. He did not believe that his "Thoughts of a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night" was in any way inferior to Zhang Ye's "Shuidao Getou". He felt that it was one of the best Mid-Autumn works that he had created in recent years. Secondly, he had the advantage of time. Meng Dongguo was the first person to recite his poem at the Poetry Meet. It began at 12 noon and ended at 2 P.M. There were two hours, so the longer the program went after your poem was presented, the more people there were to vote for you. There was no dispute. This was also the reason why Meng Dongguo had arranged to be the first to present a poem. As the Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President, and a leader of the capital's poetry industry, he could not even show his face if he got second place for this sort of competition. He and the radio station had at least done their best to make sure that he would be the champion. If not, Meng Dongguo would probably not have participated in it, as it would affect his prestige.

But what about Zhang Ye?

Now, it was already 1.30 P.M. That was to say, Zhang Ye had barely half an hour left!

Even if the netizens and listeners liked his poem and voted for him, how many votes could they cast? It definitely could not exceed the votes for Meng Dongguo. Hence, he believed the championship title was likely in the bag!

Other people also shared his thoughts.

For example, Big Thunder and Little Red Mushroom had the same thoughts. Although they knew that Zhang Ye's melody poem was well-written, it had no chance of becoming the champion. It was also quite impossible for him to enter the top three. How many votes could one garner in 20+ minutes? The other people already had more than ten thousand votes. It was already not bad if Zhang Ye could get into the top ten! When the results were out, people would not care about the procedure or that there wasn't enough voting time. They only looked at the final outcome. When the top three was dominated by people from the Writers' Association and Zhang Ye was ranked beyond third place, then it was a way for the Writers' Association team that Meng Dongguo led to save their face!

Ah, alright!

Your melody poem this time had a lot of literary value to it!

We acknowledge that your melody poem was indeed very good!

But so what? Aren't you still ranked behind us? In the end, everyone will still see that you are inferior to us professional Teachers from a professional body like the Writers' Association!

Scholars tended to be more stubborn. There may have been some small conflicts at the beginning, but as the situation worsened, neither side would agree to back down. Anyway, they were going to go forceful on Zhang Ye! This was probably the clash between their orthodox background as Teachers of the Writers' Association and Zhang Ye, a half-past-six unorthodox "amateur" that wrote supernatural stories, fairy tales and poems! They would not give up until they beat the other party into submission!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

"Good poem! This poem of Gao Gongzi is so lonely and missed. Xiaosheng has been studying for many years and has never seen such a good poem!"
"Unexpectedly, Gao Gongzi would be able to make such a good poem. I am waiting to admire him. It seems that the first talented person is Gao Gongzi!"
"Yes, we support Young Master Gao!"
Several literati stood up and applauded. Yan Chu glanced at them. It turned out that they were all childcares invited by Gao Jin.
"Miss Oiran, I think Gao Gongzi's poem is the best love poem in the world, what do you think?" A nursery said deliberately.
Oiran frowned, and she saw it for the first time in today's battle.
"Gao Gongzi's poem is indeed the best love a little girl has ever heard, but this poem has gone through the vicissitudes of life, and sorrow is revealed, and Gao Gongzi's life is proud of his youth, and he did not chant the poem when he was just singing the poem... "
The oiran shook his head regretfully: "Master Gao, I'm afraid you are not the first person to be a talented person."
"What do you mean!"
Gao Jin, who was originally triumphant, suddenly sank, and directly threw the hip flask in his hand to the ground.
 The rest of the literati nursery also said: "Miss Oiran, as long as the poem is good, it's enough, and you haven't mentioned any requirements for poems. Could it be that you Drunk Xianfang want to play tricks?
Oiran couldn't get off stage for a while, and Gao Jin wanted to rush to the stage directly.
At this moment, Yan Chu suddenly said: "Don't worry, everyone hasn't composed poems yet. The title of the world's number one love poem may not belong to Master Gao."
"The surname is Li, there is no place for you to speak here, go back to your Yongan City!" Gao Jin said fiercely.
Yan Chu's face sank, and he directly summoned the ink shadow sword, and put it directly on Gao Jin's neck.
Tnnd, I want to pretend, who can stop me?
Gao Jin shuddered, and a cold sweat broke out on his head. He reluctantly smiled and said, "Brother Li, just yin, even yin..."
Yan Chu snorted coldly and retracted the ink shadow sword.
Qi Wenhan's eyes condensed, he noticed that the flying sword in Yan Chu's hand was actually an immortal weapon.
Others can't tell. He, the sixth prince who has been used to seeing babies since he was a child, can tell at a glance.
Senior Yan is really extraordinary, and the Thunder Sect is by no means an ordinary school!
I just don't know what poem this senior Yan can make.
Yan Chu drank a glass of wine, then gently shook his head, and said:
"The slender cloud is a coincidence, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver guy is dark,"
"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win but countless in the world."
"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear with me and return home from Queqiao!"
"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the future!"
The song "The Magpie Bridge" has been passed down through the ages in the world of the previous life. Yan Chu casually chanted it, and it was amazing!
 The talented literati in the flower boat fell into silence for a while, savoring the affection in this poem.
Qi Wenhan was even more deeply shocked. He kept recalling the poems and said in his heart:
This poem by Senior Yan is truly the first love poem in the ages. Who can compete with him for the title of the top talented man in the world?
"Mr. Li, Xiaosheng... nothing to say!" A literati opened his mouth, trying to compliment Yan Chu, but he didn't know what words to use.
In addition to the first love poem of the ages, what other words can describe this "magpie bridge"?
"Master Li, the students are willing to worship Master Li as a teacher, even if they are holding an umbrella and rubbing ink for Master Li, there is no complaint!"
A song "The Magpie Bridge", on the spot made these arrogant talents bow their heads, and even bow their knees to apprentice!
Even a rough person like Gao Jin is convinced by Yan Chu's poems and doesn't know what to say.
"This poem of Li Gongzi is the first love poem in the ages, and I am willing to recognize Li Gongzi as the first genius!"
"Yes, Li Gongzi is the head of the talent, Miss Oiran should fulfill her promise!"
"Miss Oiran, don't keep talking, what on earth is this poem!"
The oiran put down the lute, hesitated for a moment, had to admit:
"The poem of Li Gongzi is indeed well-deserved, and the slave family...will belong to Li Gongzi tonight..."
 In the tone, there is a bit of helplessness and sadness, and a bit of decomposition.
The flower boat girl pushed in, with respect on her face, and said to Yan Chu:
"Li Gongzi's "The Magpie Bridge" is indeed the first of the talented people. This is the famous brand of Miss Oiran. When Li Gongzi got it, he got Miss Oiran."
Yan Chu had a guilty conscience when he took over the famous brand.
Not to mention this life, he has never been to any bad place in his previous life.
How to behave in a while to appear less novice? ?
There was a faint fragrance on the oiran's name tag, and Yan Chu received it, making others envied it.
"Young Master Li!"
Gao Jin suddenly shouted at this moment.
Yan Chu looked at Gao Jin, wondering if this kid would do something again, right?
However, he saw Gao Jin hand over his hands and said: "Gao Jin is convinced of the talent of Li Gongzi. In the future, Gao Jin will work hard to study. Ten years later, he will compete with Li Gongzi!"
What the hell?
Why is it a ten-year appointment?
But Yan Chu didn't mind.
Anyway, ten years later, Gao Jin was looking for Li Zeyang, who had nothing to do with Yan Chu.
He nodded casually, then turned over Miss Oiran's name tag impatiently.
What is the name of this beautiful oiran?
The moment Yan Chu turned over the famous brand, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Qi Wenhan leaned over curiously. After seeing the name on the name tag, he said in confusion: "The last name is Joe? It's a good last name."
 Gao Jin also said: "Miss Oiran is true to her name, Qiao Biluo...what a good name!"
That's right, Oiran's name is Joe Biluo.
Yan Chu's hand holding the famous brand suddenly trembled.
He never expected it.
I have already crossed it, and actually became the top one of His Highness Qiao Biluo!
It's no wonder that this oiran has always shown people from his back, he turned out to be a back killer!
Turning around, I'm afraid I don't want to see a hundreds-year-old grandmother!
"Senior Yan, what's the matter with you?" Qi Wenhan asked in doubt when he saw Yan Chu's face was not good.
Yan Chu beckoned to Gao Jin silently.
"What advice does Li Gongzi have?" Gao Jin asked.
"This stuff is given to you, and the poem just now is also given to you. From today on, you are the number one talented person in the world, and Qiao Biluo is yours too!"
After Yan Chu stuffed the famous brand into Gao Jin's hands, he jumped out of the flower boat directly through the window!
"Young Master Li!?"
"Senior Yan?!"
Yan Chu jumped out of the flower boat, rushed to the entrance of Zuixianfang, and tore down the banner, torn to pieces!
 His mouth kept muttering: I am not the number one, I am not the number one, I am not the number one...
"What's wrong with Li Gongzi?"
"The literary talent is somewhat mad. If you are not mad, how can you write such a romantic love poem?"
"It makes sense, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Li Gongzi Zhennai Shixian Xianfan!"
Gao Jin held the name tag and suddenly reacted: "So, Qiao Biluo belongs to me?"
The flower boat girl hesitated: "Yes, it's true..."
When Gao Jin heard this, he was ecstatic and rushed towards the oiran: "Miss Joe, let's get drunk tonight!"
What Ling Gao Jin didn't expect was that Qiao Biluo, who was sitting on the stage like a virgin, suddenly waved his pipa and smashed it directly on Gao Jin's face. Then, like Yan Chu, he climbed the window and jumped out!
"What's the situation again!!"
"It's Li Gongzi's literary talent that makes Miss Qiao obsessed, Miss Qiao is going to elope with Li Gongzi!"
"It's a song and tearful love story. I have creative inspiration again. After I go home, I will be able to write a good poem that shocks the world!
"Prince Li, Miss Qiao, we bless you! You must be happy!!"

The military strategist who was bad at poetry introduced his student. "Xu Cijiu, my student who excels in the art of war. He is a promising scholar."
Zhang Zhen kept his surprise to himself.
'You're not a poet, why have you volunteered yourself?'
Zhu Tuizi had thought the purple jade belonged to him when a student called out. Warily, he sized up the competition. However, when he saw that it was Xu Xinnian, his confidence rose again.
Zhu Tuizi only spared Xu Xinnian a glance.
They were classmates for years. Although they rarely interacted, they were aware of each other's strengths and weaknesses.
Xu Xinnian was skilled in composing essays that discussed contemporary affairs, he also had a good grasp of military strategies. Poetry was not his strong suit.
The jade accessory was Zhu Tuizi's.
All eyes fell on Xu Xinnian as he basked in the attention. His eyes were far away, staring into the soft glow of the sun.
"Thousand miles of yellow clouds darken the day."
The national chess player, Li Baimu, stroked his white beard. The simple sentence was meant to set the scene but the words resonated in his chest.
"The north wind stirs the geese and snow."
It was almost winter. While snowfall had not begun, it was only a matter of time before the weather changed. There was no hyperbole in that sentence.
The imagery appeared in everyone's mind. The setting sun was blocked by a flurry of snow as the north wind roared—the sky was dotted with flying geese.
The two sentences painted an image befitting a farewell.
Zhang Zhen was surprised. In his many years of observing Xu Xinnian, the student showed little aptitude for poetry. These two seven-character sentences must have taken a lot of effort. If the whole poem was of this quality, Xu Xinnian might outperform Zhu Tuizi.
Among the three established Confucian scholars, Ziyang's Layman was the most skilled in the art of poetry. He ruminated on the words and felt sorrow in his heart.
A thousand miles, the sunset, the north wind, the flying geese, the flurry of snow… The setting was one of loneliness and desolation.
The poem sounded as if he was being banished, not promoted—and yet there was a certain charm in its sorrow.
His past achievements were acknowledged by the courts, therefore he was assigned to Qingzhou. However, would the powers of the Imperial College allow him to grow and prosper in the courts?
Would they stand by and watch as he built a foundation in the courts for the White Deer Academy?
An unknown fate awaited him in Qingzhou—the path ahead was uncertain.
Then, Xu Xinnian spread his arms apart. His handsome face glowed under the warm rays of the sun, unmarred and delicate.
With his arms wide open, he looked at Ziyang's Layman and recited loudly.
"Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm."
A hush fell over the pavilion and its surroundings.
A chill swept through the audience.
Zhu Tuizi's head turned stiffly to look at the erect Xu Xinnian.
"Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm."Li Mubai applauded loudly. "Exceptional!"
The first two sentences evoked sadness, then the last two sentences changed the mood and lifted everyone's hearts and spirits.
Zhang Zhen kept his eyes on Xu Xinnian.
Ziyang's Layman was still caught up in the beauty of the poem, his heart was moved.
"A good one, really impressive," he mumbled.
The military strategist saw that his student did not continue his recital and asked, "What about the next half?"
A smirk tugged at Xu Xinnian's lips as he replied, "The poem exists in only half a stanza."
Only half a stanza?
The scholars were wide-eyed at the statement. This man performed a half-written poem?
"No matter, no matter. Half a stanza was sufficiently impressive," Ziyang's Layman said calmly. He wore a cheery smile as he asked, "Xu Cijiu, does this poem have a name?"
"No!"
Xu Xinnian maintained his proud demeanor in hopes to avoid their questions. His reluctance to elaborate would discourage further questions.
The smile on Ziyang's Layman's face widened. "No rush. This poem was meant for my farewell, right?"
Xu Xinnian nodded.
"Why don't I name it for you?"
Li Mubai and Zhang Zhen realized what he was doing and frowned as if they both tasted a lemon slice.
"How about 'Yang Gong's Farewell To Qingzhou At The Sheep's Pavilion'?" The elder looked expectantly at Xu Xinnian.
"Satisfactory!" Xu Xinnian called out. Noticing his lack of respect, he added. "As you please."
The two elders beside Ziyang's Layman made sounds of disapproval.
"Shameless thief."
"Tsk!"
"It is fate." Ziyang's Layman laughed heartily as he bowed at them with his hands folded.
In an era where poetry was a dying art, this poem would be revolutionary. It would be sung by every student and scholar of the realm.
The name of Ziyang's Layman was bound to the poem's title, and thus would be known throughout the lands.
If the poem survived the ages, his name would also be passed down generations and generations.
The quality of the poem made it highly likely to be well-received by all.
The two elders had called him shameless because Xu Xinnian was presenting this poem as a gift to a mentor. Technically, a courtesy name or art name should be used instead of a given name in the poem title. A given name should only be used in poems about one's peers and close friends.
Evidently, the man was too caught up with fame to feel the shame.
What was every scholar's dream? To cultivate oneself and bring peace to the empire? No, that was an ideal.
Throughout the ages, every scholar's biggest dream was to have their name carved into history.
The two elders were incredibly jealous.
As Xu Xinnian's mentor, Zhang Zhen had some doubts about the author of the poem but he stayed silent. He was happy for his student to receive praise from Ziyang's Layman.
As the three elders discussed, Xu Xinnian coughed to get their attention. "Respectfully, I must declare that the poem is not my work."
The discussion stopped.
The three esteemed scholars wore different expressions—surprise, shock and understanding.
Li Mubai was surprised.
Ziyang's Layman had the largest reaction. He took two steps forward and asked, "Who is the author? Is he from our academy? Is he here?"
He looked past Xu Xinnian as he scanned the crowd.
Xu Xinnian lifted his chin and said proudly, "It is my elder brother."
A chatter began among the student body.
"Xu Cijiu's brother?"
"Where does he study? I've never heard of him."
"If I remembered correctly, Xu Cijiu is the eldest of his family."
"Cijiu, what is your brother's name? Who is his mentor? Tell us. A poet of this caliber yet unknown to the academy?"
The students were eager to hear about this mysterious poet.
The three elders watched Xu Xinnian.
'Ah crap, I've been badly influenced by my father's impulsiveness. I shouldn't have revealed the existence of my impulsive brother.' The eagerness in the students' eyes made Xu Xinnian rethink his decision.
To be a scholar was to be the top of society, as shown by the haughty Xu Xinnian.
Those from the White Deer Academy were no exceptions.
If Xu Qian was a scholar, these people would sing praises and laudation. Revealing the poet was a constable would give rise to a negative reaction.
If a lowly constable could write such an exemplary seven-character poem, what of the scholars?
Xu Xinnian pushed through with his explanation. "My brother… He studies the scriptures at home and doesn't attend the White Deer Academy or the Imperial College. He is a simple man who doesn't want fame and prefers to be left alone to his works."
Such dedication was praiseworthy. The White Deer Academy students were pleasantly surprised as a gush of friendship filled their hearts.
Unsurprisingly, the purple jade was presented to Xu Xinnian. Ziyang's Layman bid the crowd farewell. In a burst of inspiration, he left them with a line before he entered the decorated carriage.
"Talents cannot be covered in dust, speak carefully in such times of peace. What do you say?"
The two other elders gave no response. Perhaps they understood but pretended not to. The crowd watched as the carriage ferried Ziyang's Layman away. After some time, Li Mubai tapped Xu Xinnian on the arm. The two men stepped aside to have a private conversation. "Cijiu, I suddenly have the urge to take in a disciple. If you are free today, can you introduce me to your brother?"
Zhang Zhen appeared and quickly said, "Cijiu, wouldn't it be great if you and your brother were under my tutelage?"
It did not matter if the man wrote any more poems. The main goal was not to let the talent be buried.
Perhaps the future had a famous poem titled, 'My Mentor, Zhang Zhen'.
Li Mubai argued, "Military strategy is not the main branch of study. Every scholar has to start with the scriptures, essay composition and self-cultivation."
"Oh? And chess is a main branch? A mentor who can't take a loss and has never won against Wei Yuan?" Zhang Zhen taunted.
"Shut your mouth, you old thief. Don't mention Wei Yuan in my presence. I have always cherished my talents, this student is mine."
"You old fool, you just want him for his poetry skills."
"Shameless! Watch me strike you down with my noble spirit."
"As if I can't do the same."
Xu Xinnian's head was heavy.
The students who stood a distance away were in shock. The two established Confucian scholars were red-faced as they argued—it looked as if a fight was about to break out.


Once a police academy graduate—Xu Qian, woke up and found himself in jail. He was to be banished to the borderlands in three days...
Stuck in this inhumane society, his initial goal was just to be a rich man and pass his days in relative safety.
…
Many years later, Xu Qian recalled the events of the past. His enemies and friends were dead, there was nothing of them left but bones.
The rolling Yangtze River flows east as the waves wash away the heroes. 
Success or failure, wrong or right; matters little, it might?
The lush mountains remain while the sun sets every night.


"Ding! Congratulations to host for successfully activating 300 Tang Poems. The contents from this book has completely been uploaded into your mind."
Following the system’s notifications, Xu Que felt an immense amount of knowledge on poetry within his head. In the blink of an eye, he had assimilated all these information.
Poem competition? Who’s afraid?
Xu Que smiled widely as he took a huge sip of tea before wiping his lips. He then spoke, "As the scholarly saying goes, ‘To not reciprocate in kind, is to go against etiquette.’ Since young master Mo gave me some words, I shall return some words to you in the form of a poem!"
The crowd paused in shock. A poem?
Young master Mo was teaching you a lesson and it’s your honor to be taught by someone like him. How dare you speak of returning some words to him? Are you crazy?
Young master Mo’s title of Poem King isn’t being modest at all. You are just a mere nameless student, and you dare to talk big in front of him!
The crowd broke out in insults as they started throwing harsh words at Xu Que.
A student was shaking his head as he laughed out loudly, "Young master Mo could read at age three, could write at five years of age. When he was ten, he started composing poems. Even the Fire Emperor called him the Poem King. How dare you belittle his reputation and talk back in defiance. You even mentioned something about returning words to him? You’re really overestimating yourself!"
"Is that so? What’re you going to do about it?"
Xu Que laughed out before he continued, "When I was three years old, I was composing poems about rivers and history. When I was five, I was writing poems so long that they resembled seas. When I was ten, the subject of my writings were no longer limited and I was writing about everything under the sun, including grass, rocks, trees. I was dubbed the Poem Deity. My nickname was Dugu Qiu Bai, a loner begging for failure!"

"..." The entire scene fell into absolute silence!
Some of them looked at Xu Que incredulously, speechless to whatever he had just said.
Of course, they had met people who could boast and yet nobody could come close to Xu Que, who could boast about owning the heavens!
Poem Deity? A loner begging for failure? Why don’t you just call yourself God then?
Tang Liu Feng had a bitter expression of his face as he clutched his forehead, as though he was seated on a matt filled with needles. He too, felt that Xu Que had gone overboard with his bragging.
If he could really write poems so well since a young age, then why hasn’t anyone heard of his name?
When Mo Yun Shang heard Xu Que’s words, he couldn’t help but smile and shake his head. He then looked at Xu Que mockingly, "Since brother Li decided to return a poem to me, fine. I shall prick an ear and listen attentively to what he has to say!"
As soon as he said this, the entire crowd cheered and started praising him.
"Indeed, young master Mo is an exemplary student with his poise and elegance!"
"This is a true role model for everyone on how to handle an arrogant student!"
 
At this point, Madam Ya’s eyes were gleaming as she found a place for herself to sit. Her eyes were still focused on Xu Que.
In actual fact, she couldn’t stand any longer, for she was completely drained of energy.
As the sister of Fire Emperor, Madam Ya has a secret that nobody knows about. She highly regards and even revere students with exceptional talents. Everytime she sees someone reciting a good poem, her emotions would go out of control. This will manifest in her body as her legs will go weak. She will also turn extremely red in the face.
Today, she had met Li Bai, who was unheard of before this event, who possessed extraordinary talents in intelligence and guile. Against Bright Saints College’s Poem King, young master Mo, the both of them are an equal match for each other. Watching them go against each other head on caused Madam Ya to lose control of her own emotions. Even before they had started, her legs started to tremble.
Xu Que had also noticed Madam Ya’s blazing gaze upon his body as was startled. Fuck me, why is this lady so scary? It looks as though she’s about to swallow me whole. It’s too distracting!
However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xu Que didn’t dare to read too much into this now. He focused all his attention away from those thoughts.
He directed his gaze towards Mo Yun Shan, "Young master Mo, you mentioned something about haughtiness inviting failure and modesty welcomes wisdom. You were scolding me for being haughty and arrogant huh? Although your words are correct, you cannot use this on just anyone!"

"For example, me. I used to be extremely modest. Someone told me that my poem writing skills were fantastic, but I insisted that they were only average. As soon as I said those words, that man slapped my face on the spot for being hypocritical. Hence, I turned over a new leaf and stopped making the mistake of being too modest ever again."
"..." When everyone heard this, their lips twitched violently, unsure of how to react to this.
Anyone who dared to speak such words were clearly shameless beyond measure and had reached the pinnacle of being a braggart. To someone like this, everyone would often have no words in reply.
"Outrageous! Vulgar kid trying to appease the crowd!" At this, the expressionless young master Zhao burst out in anger after he cleared his throat.
Everyone turned their heads to look at him before looking back at Xu Que. They were smiling, elated in his downfall.
Li Bai, Li Bai. You’re doomed. You even managed to annoy the leader of the four great students. Let’s see how you can remain arrogant!
Tang Liu Feng was so afraid that his face had turned as white as sheet. He then nudged Xu Que to remind him, "Brother… Brother Li, even young master Zhao has spoken out. Maybe you should stop here!
"Why should I?" Xu Que didn’t care one bit.
"He… He’s the leader of the four great students. A few days later, when the Flaming Sun Princess chooses her Prince Consort, he would be the number one candidate. We must be careful not to offend him!"
"Prince Consort?" Hearing these words, Xu Que was enraged further but suppressed it white a cold smile, "He will never become the Prince Consort!"
"But..." Tang Liu Feng was at a loss for words as well. He realized that no matter what he said, he was never going to convince Xu Que to stop and thus decided to remain silent.
Right at this point, Mo Yun Shang revealed a look of impatience as if he had overestimated this Li Bai. He then stood up, disinterested, as he spoke out, "Li Bai, where’s the poem you promised?"
"Oh, I almost forgot. Young master Mo. Listen up. This poem will be extremely educational for you!"
Xu Que placed the tea cup down and took out his fan. He then looked into the distance and put on a pretentious look.
The audience had ignored his boasts as they fixed their gazes upon him, waiting for him to make a fool of himself!
Madam Ya was taking deep breaths, her eyes were filled in eager anticipation.
After Xu Que had posed like a scholarly student for several moments, he finally opened his mouth and recited, "Three feet from the ground rests a gutter, water flows through it every single day regardless of seasons."

The crowd were shocked when they heard this. Was this a poem about nature? How would there any educational element in this poem?
Right at this point, there was a loud smack as Xu Que closed the fan within his palms and completed the poem, "Neither cows nor goats will eat the grass around. But Yun Shan will wash his head in the ditch!"
Three feet from the ground rests a gutter, water flows through it every single day regardless of seasons
Neither cows nor goats will eat the grass around. But Yun Shan will wash his head in the ditch!
"Huh?"
When the crowd heard this, they frowned, unable to understand the poem.
Wasn’t this a normal poem about nature and scenery?
Ai, that can’t be. Yun Shan will wash his head? Isn’t Yun Shan young master Mo’s name?
This poem isn’t that simple!
"Three feet from the ground is a ditch, water flows through it every single day? Three feet from the ground, why would there be a ditch? That’s strange…" Tang Liu Feng was repeating Xu Que’s poem as he sipped his tea, clearly deep in thought.
Seeing everyone deep in thought, Xu Que was extremely calm as he returned to the dessert on his table.
Actually, this poem wasn’t a Tang dynasty poem at all. In fact, it’s an internet humorous poem that has been making its rounds. Or rather, it was a dirty poem!
‘Three feet from the ground is a ditch’ was referring to a part of women that mustn’t be described. As for ‘Yun Shan washing his head’, it referred to young master Mo as a penis!
Xu Que didn’t feel that this was inappropriate at all. Since you scolded me for being arrogant, I can scold you back too. Returning politeness with politeness, there was nothing wrong!


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

The poem was "Liao E" from "The Book of Songs," which was narrated from a child's point of view as they recalled their gratitude to their parents for their love and care. The prose was quite a mouthful and she still couldn't remember it after a long time.
An Xiaxia was the type that got confused easily when she was flustered. She had gone through the whole poem quite a few times, but was still having difficulty reading it through, let alone memorizing it.
Sheng Yize began to mock her again. "You can't even memorize that simple a text? Why, is it because you don't love your parents or are you really stupid?"
He knew perfectly well that he should be gentle with her and treat her nicely, but he just couldn't control his vicious tongue.
Tears welled up in An Xiaxia's eyes and she was genuinely upset. She retorted, "That's right! I can't memorize it! Loving my parents? I don't even have a mother. Who am I supposed to love?"
Sheng Yize looked surprised. Quickly going through what he had learned about An Xiaxia, he finally recalled that there hadn't been any mention of her mother during the background check he had run on An Xiaxia.
There was only one explanation for not finding any living proof of a person.
Mother An had passed away.
His face softened a little as he cleared his throat. "Xiaxia…"
"Don't speak my name!" An Xiaxia bellowed angrily. The sadness from not having a mother since she was little overwhelmed her, and added to the fact that the poem was a rather touching piece, she really felt like crying.
After she could finally stammer out the entire poem from memory, she smacked the book on Sheng Yize and dashed out of his room while she wiped her tears.
She never wanted to see that bastard again!
Sheng Yize stood frozen to the spot and didn't know what to do.
-
Normally, An Xiaxia wasn't the type to hold grudges against others. However, after that incident, she refused to speak to Sheng Yize for the next two days.
Being as proud and aloof as he was, Sheng Yize obviously couldn't bring himself to ask for a truce. Hence, the two entered a prolonged cold war.
While the two were doing fine, those around them went through hell.
Su Xiaomo and Kang Jian were the first ones affected, for they had never seen An Xiaxia in such low spirits before. They tried everything to cheer her up, but nothing worked.
Sheng Yize was even more frightening. He had turned from an air-conditioner into a freezer, indiscriminately freezing anyone who dared come close. Even He Jiayu and Chi Yuanfeng tried their best not to provoke him, let alone those infatuated girls that used to follow him around and who were now smart enough to keep their distance.
After the PE class, the teacher stopped Sheng Yize and told him about the basketball tournament.
After that match with Chenjiang, Qixia had been on a lucky streak, meeting three weaker teams in a row. Thanks to that, they even miraculously made it into the final round.
The next game was against Yeyang High and it wasn't going to be that easy anymore. The teacher had instructed Sheng Yize to stay behind after school for training every day from now on.
While Sheng Yize nodded noncommittedly, An Xiaxia pricked up her ears and listened in. The look on her face turned worried.
His injury should have recovered by now, but An Xiaxia couldn't help but be concerned.
What if the strenuous game aggravated his old injury again?
Bah! Who cares! Let him die in pain! She couldn't care less!
She stormed off to the side and took out the new phone she had bought herself, browsing through everything from new gossip and game walkthroughs to recipes and secret diets. However, she couldn't remember a word she read.
If only Qi Yanxi was here… She wondered if he had recovered yet… 
While she was mumbling to herself, her phone vibrated once. She tapped the screen and saw a message from none other than Qi Yanxi himself.
"Long time no see, Dummy Xia. You're getting dumber!"


As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. 

But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. 

Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason...

Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save?

An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out!

Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

Ning Qing was momentarily dumbfounded when she read the inelegant poem. She then read through the poem again repeatedly.
She paid the most attention to the last line. The words were very faint at first, but the color of the words grew deeper as time passed.
"Mistress, I'll go and send him away. Do you have any words that you want to relay?" Ning Que asked.
Ning Qing had never been friendly to people of noble status. However, she always looked sweet and friendly toward the commoners.
She would always give her comments whenever a student handed her their poem, no matter how badly it had been written.
"Mistress?" Ning Que reminded her once again.
Ning Qing said, "Go and get him to come in."
Ning Que could not help but be alarmed. Why… Why would she want to do that?
Ning Que had never met anyone in the past, no matter how influential they were. She even declined to meet the person who sent over Mister Taia's treasured calligraphy just now.
Now she wanted to meet a beggar?
Could that beggar have written a poem that would shock the world?
Should she do this even if that was the case?
This was a unique time. The mistress should not be receiving the beggar no matter how good the poem he wrote was.
She had to avoid doing things that would arouse suspicion.
"Mistress, are you sure?" Ning Que asked.
"I'm sure. Let him come in," Ning Qing replied.
"Alright!" Ning Que said.
***
At that moment, at the peak of a mountain not far away, a group of people was waiting for a result.
They were waiting for the beggar, Yun AoTian, to be immediately thrown out from the castle.
An aide from the Valley of Torn Gust said, "All of you, get ready. Do not let the beggar, Yun AoTian, return to the peak of the mountain when he gets thrown out. Do not let him meet the lord again. Execute him immediately. A person like this will definitely become a disaster for the Valley of Torn Gust. For the foundation of our lord, we have to kill this lunatic for the Jing Clan."
"But what about the situation on the side of the lord?" a warrior asked uneasily.
The aide replied, "Whatever we are doing now is for the ambition of our lord. The lord would never forgive Yun AoTian if he were to fail now and incite the wrath of Lady Ning Qing. It would instead sully the virtuous name of our master if we weren't the ones to kill him."
The warrior was shocked momentarily. Their lord was as beautiful as a fairy, but he did not have a virtuous reputation. He was notorious for killing others.
"Do you understand?" the aide said.
"Yes!" The warrior said, "As long as Yun AoTian fails to ascend the mountain, we'll immediately kill that wicked man for the lord."
The aide said, "Send someone to have a look. Has he been kicked out? Did he infuriate an investigation team? Do not let him escape. He might not rush back here."
"Yes!" The warrior descended the mountain to observe the situation.
He sprinted back a moment later and said in shock, "Mister, mister, our brothers who were monitoring the situation under the mountain saw this. The beggar, Yun AoTian, has entered the castle. Lady Ning Qing has received him."
"Impossible…" the aide said in a raspy voice.
"Impossible!" The Blue Immortal and Chu Zhaoran involuntarily exchanged shocked gazes.
How was that possible?
Ning Qing had refused everyone else. She would not open her door even for the treasured calligraphy of Mister Taia.
Yet Yun Zhonghe was received even though he had entered the castle with nothing in hand?
Why, why had this happened?
What exactly happened? Had the sun risen in the west?
***
A moment later!
Yun Zhonghe appeared in the study of the widow, Ning Qing. He did not see Ning Qing, the woman who held the most authority and was hailed as the Legendary Talented Lady, through the screen.
However, he detected the unique stench of blood when he entered the room. He was now even more clear of her judgment.
"I pay my respects to Lady Ning." Yun Zhonghe bowed and paid his respects. He then said, "Lady Ning must be very curious as to why I know all of this. It is actually very simple—"
However, Yun Zhonghe had not finished his sentence when he was immediately stopped by Ning Qing. This woman was also very forceful.
"What's your name?" the widow, Ning Qing, asked.
Her voice was melodious. There was determination mixed in with the softness.
Yun Zhonghe replied in shock, "My name is Yun AoTian."
Ning Qing said, "What's your identity?"
Yun Zhonghe replied, "Valley of Torn Gust, an officer of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, third official registrar."
Ning Qing continued, "What's your background?"
Yun Zhonghe answered, "Beggar. I was born a hooligan."
Ning Qing asked, "Have you received an education?"
Yun Zhonghe replied, "I studied for a few months when I was five. I dropped out during my first year of kindergarten."
"Then how did you enter the third official registrar of the Embroidered Uniform Guards at the Valley of Torn Gust? Has Jing Zhongyue taken a liking to you?" Ning Qing asked.
Yun Zhonghe replied, "That's because I have a special talent. I achieve results every time."
"What talent?" Ning Qing asked.
"Coaxing and lying to girls, cheating them out of their fortunes and bodies. Guaranteed results," Yun Zhonghe answered.
Ning Que, who was by the side, swallowed when she heard those words. She wanted to vomit.
A ploy of seduction?
Jing Zhongyue had sent such an old, ugly beggar to seduce the mistress?
How long had it been since he last washed his hair? Even the fleas were about to jump out, weren't they?
How unique of a taste did she imagine the mistress to have?
However, Ning Qing was not angered. Instead, she said, "Do you know what happened to the handsome, talented man Jing Zhongyue sent the other time?"
Yun Zhonghe said, "I do. He became a eunuch."
Ning Qing said, "Then does she feel that I would not bear to take action if she sends an old beggar this time? Furthermore, you might not be that old. You speak so bluntly. Are you not afraid that I would turn you into a eunuch?"
Yun Zhonghe said, "My parents have told me since I was young that I should be honest and that I must not lie."
Ning Qing said, "What are your parents working as? Are they also beggars?"
Yun Zhonghe replied, "I lost my parents at a young age."
The joke was lame to the point that Ning Qing could not help but shrug.
"At this point, should I laugh a little to complement your joke?" Ning Qing asked.
Yun Zhonghe said, "It'd be best if you could."
Ning Qing opened her petite mouth and let out two very official-sounding laughs.
"Yun AoTian, do you know why I received you?" Ning Qing asked, "Other than the fact that you said that I have been poisoned by someone."
Yun Zhonghe said, "You must feel indignant."
"That's right, indignant. It might even be fury," Ning Qing said. "I've seen many students, as well as many people, who never received much of an education. Over the years, there have been at least a thousand people who have submitted their poems to me. Honestly, many people wrote poems that were worse than yours, but every one of them had presented their best works. Some of these poems were extremely bad, some coquettish, others incredibly hypocritical. However, at the very least, they made use of all of their talent. No matter how pretentious their poems were, I could see their respect and passion for poetry. However, I could not see any respect in your poem. You are mocking literature. You are taking the poetic verses lightly. That made me very angry."
"I can apologize. I was wrong. I was truly wrong." Yun Zhonghe apologized immediately.
"Your apology is the same as your attitude toward poems. Frivolous, without an ounce of respect," Ning Qing said. "I am even angrier now."
The mature yet beautiful lady in front of him was very interesting. She was still extremely calm, even when she said that she was very angry.
Her elegance and cultivation seemed to be etched into her soul and bones.
At that moment, Yun Zhonghe noticed that the lady's lips seemed to be growing increasingly purple. Then, a streak of blood flowed down from her nostril.
"Lady Ning Qing, you must receive treatment as soon as possible," Yun Zhonghe said. "What did you eat just now?"
"No, that's not important," Ning Qing said. "I only care about two things in my life. First, my image. Second, literature and poetry. Your guess was right. I am not willing to see anyone because I am in an inelegant state. That's why I am unwilling to see anyone."
Yun Zhonghe said, "Lady Ning Qing, your condition is extremely critical. You have to be treated immediately."
"No…" Ning Qing said, "I do not care whether I die or not. But you mocked poetry and took literature lightly. I am very dissatisfied with your disrespectful attitude. I am very angry. I am furious."
"Yun AoTian, I am angry. Attitude is very important," Ning Qing said. "I might be a talented lady, as well as an elegant lady, but more so, I am an extreme lady. So… You have to pay the price for your frivolity! Ning Que, prepare…"
The female warrior standing to the side, Ning Que, fiercely pulled out her sword when Ning Qing said those words.
"The handsome man sent by Jing Zhongyue previously flirted with me with flippant words. That, to me, was a great humiliation," Ning Qing said, "So I turned him into a eunuch. However, your frivolous attitude toward literature and poetry is an even greater humiliation. For that, I am going to neuter you and send you back to Jing Zhongyue."
The female warrior, Ning Que, immediately placed her blade under Yun Zhonghe's abdomen without saying a word.
There would be another eunuch by Jing Zhongyue's side if the blade were to move downward.
Yun Zhonghe felt his scalp turn numb.
He realized that the woman before him, Ning Qing, was frighteningly stubborn. She was also a little mentally unsound.
What was going on?
Were all of the top-notch beauties of this world a little mentally unstable?
Jing Zhongyue was like this. Ning Qing was like this. Even I, Yun Zhonghe, am like this.
Did a person become crazier the more attractive they were?
Ning Qing said, "Yun AoTian, I do not care how you are going to convince me, nor do I care about what you wish to obtain from me. I don't even care if you are trying to save my life. We will speak after you pass the hurdle before you. You have to compensate for the poetry that you mocked with your frivolous attitude. Do you know the only one who can truly mock poetry?"
Yun Zhonghe said, "The Poetry Genius!"
"That's right!" Ning Qing said, "Only a rare Poetry Genius can mock poetry as he would have possessed poetry. It is the same as how you can freely mock a woman when you are in a relationship with her, while mocking a woman you do not know will get you neutered."
Yun Zhonghe confirmed it. The widow in front of him was definitely insane.
Ning Qing continued, saying, "The inelegant poem you wrote just now was unfit to be read. It was flippant and disgusting to the extreme."
"Every month, a few days of intense abdominal pain.
Blood, an unending flow that dyed the dress red. You cannot meet anyone for half a month.
A head of hair, shedding every day, too embarrassed to see anyone.
Difficult troubles that you cannot voice, don't worry, the holy hand of gynecology is here to help."
Ning Qing finished reciting the vulgar sentences, not even fit to be called a poem.
"This poem has four lines. The words that start every line are 'every,''blood,''a,' and 'difficult'!"
"Use these words as your opener and make another poem that consists of four lines. You can use words that sound the same. However, you have to impress me completely. You have to surpass all of the poems that I have received in the past."
Yun Zhonghe froze at that moment.
The widow, Ning Qing, continued, saying, "That will prove that you are a one-in-a-million Poetry Genius. It will prove that you have the right to mock poetry and literature. That way, I will be able to forgive you, and we can continue. Otherwise, I am going to neuter you.
"You only have a limited amount of time. You have to complete your poem by the time I finish my countdown. Otherwise, you can peacefully become Jing Zhongyue's eunuch.
"Ten… Nine… Eight…"
Ning Qing started her countdown. She took an average of five seconds between every number.
Yun Zhonghe's scalp truly began to turn numb.
F… F… F*ck!
Ning Qing was truly a devil. Was she really insane?
"I already told you that I was an uneducated hooligan. I dropped out of school in the first year of kindergarten, and you expect me to compose a poem?" he thought.
"Aren't you leaving me with no choice?
"Furthermore, you expect me to start with the words 'every,''blood,''a,' and 'difficult.' Even though I could use similar-sounding words, the poem has to be one-in-a-million. Isn't this harder than reaching the sky?
"I don't even have a place to copy the poem from, do I?"
Also, blood was continuously flowing out of her beautiful nose.
Her breathing was getting more and more rapid, her lips more and more purple. Her condition was becoming more and more serious.
Ning Que's blade below Yun Zhonghe's abdomen was raring to go. It was ready to strike at any time. Ning Que was going to turn Yun Zhonghe into a eunuch before immediately turning to save her mistress.
"Seven, six, five, four…"
Ning Qing's countdown was about to end. Yun Zhonghe was about to become a eunuch.
Yun Zhonghe trembled. All of the hairs on his body stood up.
He closed his eyes and racked his brain.
"Three, two, one…"
The countdown was about to end.
Yun Zhonghe opened his eyes fiercely and said, "Got it. I got it."
He then recited a poem with the required word at the start of every sentence. The poem read:
"There are goodbyes as the blossoms move west. There is sorrow as the snow travels up north.
I will always be a man of the mountains. Unable to obtain a comforting hug from my descendants."[1]
(Adapted and modified from the famous work of a Tang Dynasty poet, Zhang Nanshi)*
***
[1] The words used at the start of the sentences of the second poem are similar sounding words to those of the first poem in Chinese.
*Author's note.


In the midst of an explosion of the X Psychiatric Hospital, Yun Zhonghe, the hospital director traveled back in time.  29 genius mental health patients' souls entered his brain, equipping him with 29 peculiar abilities. He joined the imperial intelligence agency and went undercover in the enemy state. Years have passed, if I don't resume my original identity, I would soon become the emperor of the enemy state!

It was early in the morning, and the birds were chirping away. The maids had just finished cleaning the house and were starting to prepare breakfast. The return to the city of Count Sinan’s daughter, Miss Fan Ruoruo, left only one and a half person to answer to, so there wasn’t much to be done.
After having completed all her chores, Dong’er, an older maid, went to wake Fan Xian , but was instead shocked by his poor condition. She called the doctor right away, who informed the maid that it was nothing serious after having checked the young boy’s pulse, reasoning that it was probably something the boy ate, afterwards leaving a prescription and parting with his pay.
After Fei Jie came to Count Sinan’s house, Mr. Xixi, who was a fan of classical literature, left subtly, as if he was the morning wind. Fie Jie looked at the young boy, who had two dark circles under his eye, and chuckled.
 "They say that the hearts of youths are like the sun, ignorant to human hardships. But what happened to you? How did you end up so sleep-deprived that you needed a doctor?"  
Fan Xian had been thinking the whole night but still hadn’t decided whether  he should continue with his zhenqi training. His original intention was to treat this nameless spiritual art as entertainment in this boundless life. However, if it endangered his survival, it was best that he be cautious. 
Due to the lack of sleep, he became absent-minded. Having heard his teacher Fei Jie talk about the ignorance of human hardships, he recited intuitively, "I was young and ignorant of hardship and sorrows, and I loved climbing high. I climbed high, I feigned hardship and sorrow to help me create, yet now that I’ve tasted hardship and sorrow, I speak but hold back, I speak but hold back. O how exquisitely cool this autumn day is."
...
...
The study room quickly fell silent. Fan Xian, who had not made a single sound for half a day struggled to pry open his heavy eyelids and yawned, "Don’t be angry, Teacher. I had a late night." 
Fie Jie watched the boy as he stroked his beard subconsciously, and without realizing it, he stabbed his chin with a goose feather pen. Painfully awakened, he questioned sluggishly, "Earlier...that poem...who wrote it?"
"Poor old man Xin"
Without thinking, Fan Xian accidently revealed Xin Qizi’s surname, only to realize his mistake.
Fan Xian stuttered as Fie Jie’s eyes lit up.
"Old man Xin is a two-way merchant who collected sea salt last month." 
"Hmm. Not bad for a merchant. I wonder what his full name is."
"Xin...Qizi." Fan Xian snuck a peak.
Fie Jie had already resumed being his normal self and began teaching. There was so much more to teach than just biological points, and so his load was a heavy one. 
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...
Fan Xian returned to his bedroom after lunch and was once again faced with the complicated question of whether he should continue with the dangerous zhenqi training. As he held the yellow book in his hand, he began to feel depressed.
More than anything else, he should probably be depressed about the poem he accidently recited in the study room. 
The Ugly Page, written on a wall on the way to Boshan, was a poem written by Xin Qizi. After he was criticized, his poems expressed a mellow bitterness. Fan Xian was of course quite familiar with it and had recited it, unaware of the trouble that he would bring upon himself. He wondered if his teacher believed his feeble excuse, but judging from Fei Jie’s reaction, Fan Xian wagered that he probably believed the original author really was a sea salt merchant.
Fan Xian was not obsessively concerned with morals, so to him, there was nothing hateful about plagiarizing poems. From his point of view, to keep the knowledge of these poems to himself rather than making good use of them was equivalent to violating a national treasure. 
He had plenty of time in the years that he had lived in this world to come up with ways of making a living. It took no time for the work of plagiarism to secure its place in the top-three position on his list. 
During his thoughts, Fan Xian often brainwashed himself. Rather than a poacher, he was a preserver, a mighty idealist, sharing and spreading the cultures of Earth. 
However, he had not planned on plagiarizing like this, nor at this moment in time. He had planned to at least use the author's name as a pen name for their work.
Today, in the same situation as in the study room, if you planned to plagiarize as a five year old, then your choice of work should have been "Song for the goose by Luo Binwang". The lively imagery of this poem better conveys the model child prodigy image. 
If you were caught humming words such as "I speak but hold back, O how exquisitely cool this autumn day is" at such a young age, you would not be thought of as a child prodigy, but rather, as a child freak, one  who looked normal on the outside but deep down bore 365 painful scars, conveying the bitter passing of the four seasons. 
On the one hand, Fan Xian was thinking about these trivial matters, he was able to rely on these years to stabilize an ever-intensifying biological clock.
When it came time for his daily nap, Fan Xian gradually fell asleep, and in his dreams, he was in the middle of meditating on the immense danger that Fei Jie considered to be the overwhelming power of zhenqi 
It was on this day that Fan Xian decided he would accept his fate and continue his training with this overwhelming zhenqi, since all that was needed for the training was for him to sleep anyway, and he’d worry about any issues when they came up.
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...
After Fan Xian’s nap was over, Fei Jie continued with his unfinished letter.
The completely dried writing suggested that the letter was written the night before.
"...this child is prettier, braver, wiser, more determined and mature than anyone. If he were to hide himself among all the five year olds of Qi Kingdom, he would still be easily identified. From my observations this year, I have found that he is more than perfect to inherit the family fortune. The biggest concern is his background identity…"
The writing stopped. It was at that point in the previous night Fan Xian questioned him about zhenqi. Fei Jie sighed, and paused as he remembered the words Fan Xian had said earlier that day. He continued writing.
"... ‘I speak but hold back, O how exquisitely cool this autumn day is.’ How am I supposed to believe that those words came from a five year old boy, knowing that the art of prose has deteriorated these past few years? I find it hard to even believe a merchant may have written this. What’s more, the young master panicked afterwards, and this is something that I have rarely seen happen in the year that I have been acquainted with him. The biggest question here is how Xin Qizi had the opportunity to meet with Fan Xian even though I am with him most of the day."
At the end of the letter he requested sincerely, "Please ask the people of Dongsan Road to find out exactly who the sea salt merchant Xin Qizi is, and also his reason for making contact with Fan Xian. The answer as to why the young master was so anxious over these words take priority. Please hurry."
Fei Jie ended the letter with a crooked signature and put down his pen. 
A few days later, the overwatch Council of the capital city sent spies out in hunt for a sea salt merchant. Although they found numerous illegal private sea salt traders afflicted with government officials, they could not find a merchant with the surname of Xin. Rumors spread from the city that the director of the council, feared by all, was furious with the lack of results. He punished the spies by taking three months’ worth of their pay. The spies searched everywhere under the sun, their faces thunderous and ready to kill.
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...
May God have pity… on the unlucky man named Xin Qizi in this world.


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

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