Chapter 369 - Zhang Ye’s Great Capacity for Drinking and Poetry! (2/2)
This feeling might have become something to be remembered later on; Merely, at that time I was already perplexed and lost.
When he finally put down the brush, there were already people giving their kudos!
Su Na exclaimed out and clapped forcefully. ”Nice! Nicely written!”
This poem was liked by many of the women present. Their thoughts also seemed to float away a bit. ”This feeling might be something to remember later on; Merely, at that time I was... already perplexed and lost?”
Many people were engrossed just by listening to it!
No one from Master Wei's side spoke a word!
What is this guy doing? One poem after another, how are you f**king throwing out all these excellent poems worthy of being cla.s.sics out like they cost nothing? Can you at least write some poem that we are familiar with!?
Who's going forward?
Who can take down this round?
We can't have no one taking up the challenge, or not only would we lose, we would lose our stance!
They nudged one another and eventually, as there was really no one, someone from the team bit the bullet and came forward. He wrote a relevant poem, which was quite long. He took a long time to write the exaggerated tale filled with high-flown phraseology. A long poem allowed a time extension, so this person was probably trying to use his calligraphy skills to win this round.
However, when he finished writing, Master Zhou still announced that Wu Zeqing's team won. There was no other reason. No matter how high a calligraphy standard one had, it needed to be expressed through text. The poem the youth in shades wrote was enough to blanket out anything else. It even increased his calligraphy by an entire realm!
Another round was won again!
Wu Zeqing decided not to even stand up. She just sat there, drinking her tea and watching the bustle.
The surrounding people began to discuss in murmurs. Some women began pointing at Zhang Ye.
”He's so amazing!”
”This young lad is G.o.dly!”
”Why is he wearing sungla.s.ses? I can't see his face!”
”I sure didn't come to this anniversary for nothing. I managed to experience such fun!”
Master Zhou announced, ”The sixth round begins.” After both sides drew their lots, he said, ”The topic this round is Mourning Day, and it has to be used at least twice.”
Oh?
Mourning Day?
The topic was random. There really was no poem that began with Mourning Day.
However, the people on Master Wei's side were no ordinary people. Immediately, a young talent stepped forward. He stood in front of the table and with the brush in hand, began to compose something on the spot. Do you think you are the only one who can compose?
Zhang Ye was also writing.
”Mourning Day”
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day;
The mourner's heart is breaking on his way.
Where can a wine house be found to drown his sadness?
A cowherd points to Almond Flower Village in the distance.
Before he was done, he ended a paragraph, and added his name out of habit.
When the youth from Master Wei's team had written half of his poem, he curiously gave Zhang Ye's side a glance. The moment he saw it, his eyes nearly popped out. With a few coughs, he lowered his head to look at the poem he composed. With a sigh, he placed the brush down, no longer wis.h.i.+ng to carry on.
”I admit defeat.” The youth was convinced.
Master Zhou asked, ”Aren't you going to finish it?”
The youth said with a wry smile, ”Forget it, I don't want to incur ridicule on myself.”
Six rounds!
Zhang Ye had won all of them!
Master Zhou said with a laugh, ”There are still four rounds remaining, yet the victor has already been decided, so should we carry on?”
Wu Zeqing said, ”I'm fine with anything.”
Master Wei did not speak, but quite a few people behind him said,
”Yes!”
”Why shouldn't we?”
”There are still four rounds.”
Although they had already lost, the result was no longer important at this moment. So what if Master Zhou's calligraphy piece went to Wu Zeqing, what they needed to do was recover what was left of their face. At least, at the very least, they should win one round, right? We cannot let him wipe us out completely! If it spread out, it would become a joke!
Master Zhou smiled and said, ”Alright, then let's carry on.”
A young calligrapher said, ”Master Zhou, I think this compet.i.tion isn't fair. It's a calligraphy compet.i.tion, but why has it become a poetry compet.i.tion? We all know calligraphy cannot be void of expression and cannot do without text or poetry, but poetry is not everything in calligraphy. We have already witnessed the prowess of this friend's ability in creating poetry. He is indeed better than us, but that doesn't mean his calligraphy skills are better than ours, right?”
Master Zhou opened up his arms. ”But, those are the compet.i.tion's rules. Every anniversary has always had these rules.”
Was it fair?
It was indeed unfair!
Master Zhou knew it, Master Wei knew it, and Wu Zeqing also knew it.
In previous calligraphy compet.i.tions, everyone's literary standards were about the same. They were neither too bad nor good. After all, calligraphers were not literary experts. Hence, this sort of compet.i.tion was usually quite fair. Everyone was pretty much on the same level, but a G.o.dly person had appeared in this year’s compet.i.tion. Not only were his calligraphy skills excellent, his literary foundation was universe startling. This made the compet.i.tion lose all suspense. Everyone knew that this youth in shades did not win due to his calligraphy but rather by his literary skills!
Calligraphy skills? He could only be said to have a chance against some of the calligraphers present. There were many here who were better than him.
But literary foundations? He alone was enough to steamroll dozens of calligraphers! Yes, steamroll. Steamrolling without any suspense!
One person was enough?
Now many people recalled through hindsight the meaning behind Wu Zeqing's words in the beginning! President Wu was not saying that she alone was enough. She was saying the youth alone was enough! President Wu clearly knew this youth from before, and knew his ability. Hence, when she saw the youth join her team, she declined on having other teammates. She had rejected the request of those who wanted to join her team out of pity! This was because Wu Zeqing knew this youth alone was enough! And that was indeed what had happened! This youth had really won over dozens of calligraphy seniors!
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