Chapter 39

Surrounded by many talented scholars and beauties, they all burst into laughter at those words, pointing and mocking the young man in yellow robes...

Someone even shouted at the young man in yellow robes: "Young sir, keep looking, the ladies on this boat are not easy to fool."

Just as Feng Jueyu was reciting two poems he had memorized from a thousand poems to board the boat and meet the two young ladies, he saw the young man in yellow robes pause. Seizing the opportunity, he rushed over and shouted, "I want this boat, I will compose a poem."

Everyone looked at him...

Misty clouds lock the lake's edge,

It is the time when the Western Lin sleeps,

Desire...

Just as Young Master Feng was about to sway his head and recite the plagiarized poem to impress the two young ladies, another woman suddenly interrupted, "Young sirs, is there no originality?"

"Huh?"

Feng Jueyu was also stunned. In an instant, thunderous laughter echoed along the lakeshore...

"Ha ha, these two dunces are quite amusing, copying poems from books to show off..."

"Gentlemen, why don't you take out 'A Thousand Poems' and find another one, recite a poem the two ladies haven't heard, and you might pass."

"Damn..." Feng Jueyu was sweating, and when he turned around, he saw the young man in yellow robes looking at him with a "we are both pitiful" gaze. What the hell does this mean?

Seeing the two of them stunned, the woman on the boat said disdainfully, "Young sirs, if you don't have a good work, why don't you think again and let others go first."

"Yes, I have one." Someone in the crowd immediately started composing a poem.

Feng Jueyu thought, how can I let that happen? It's not easy to find a boat.

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu shouted, "Wait a moment..."

The voice overlapped, but it wasn't just him; the other voice was the young man in yellow robes.

Hearing the two of them speak at the same time, the surrounding crowd was startled. When they turned around, Feng Jueyu and the young man in yellow robes were already staring at each other, their eyes like sharp swords, sparks flying, full of battle intent...

Next, the two of them made a move that made everyone fall over...

They reached into their robes and quickly pulled out two...

No, it should be one, because both books were the Dreamy Edition of 'A Thousand Poems,' and they quickly flipped through them...

The surrounding crowd was drenched in sweat, cursing the two of them to the heavens: What the hell, where did these two clowns come from? Copying is one thing, but to be so blatant...

"I have it..."

Another heart-to-heart shout, Feng Jueyu and the young man in yellow robes' eyes clashed again, but...

When they were about to recite their poems, they saw the two ladies on the boat each holding a Dreamy Edition of 'A Thousand Poems,' waving them in their hands with extreme disdain, meaning, "If you say it again, we won't let you on the boat..."

"Damn..."

Young Master Feng and the young man in yellow robes hung their heads like two defeated roosters. The young man in yellow robes was even more fierce, tearing the Dreamy Edition of 'A Thousand Poems' to shreds and saying, "Damn, I spent ten taels of silver on this garbage..."

The crowd: "..."

Feng Jueyu: "..."

This guy is even worse than me. I got it as a gift, but this guy actually spent ten taels of silver. Impressive...

The two clowns' antics made the surrounding crowd burst into laughter, and the two ladies were laughing so hard they were bent over. They had seen amusing things, but never anything this amusing.

One of the ladies in green smiled and said, "Young sirs, why don't you compose your own poem, even a doggerel would do."

Hearing this, Feng Jueyu immediately felt a surge of goodwill towards the lady in green. He guessed that the lady, seeing that he and the young man in yellow robes couldn't come up with anything good, was deliberately lowering the bar to make it easier for them.

The young man in yellow robes was overjoyed and looked at Feng Jueyu, saying, "Really, a doggerel would do?"

The lady in green nodded and giggled, "Of course it would."

"Great." The young man in yellow robes rolled up his sleeves, stood straight, and pointed to the sky... After a long pause, he said, "Damn, I don't even know how to write a doggerel. Is there anything simpler?"

The crowd: "..."

The two ladies were already laughing so hard they were lying on the boat, their faces red. Feng Jueyu finally realized that in terms of shamelessness, he wasn't the top. This guy had clearly reached a state of natural simplicity. Truly talented.

"Why don't you guess a riddle?" The lady in green, laughing uncontrollably, lowered the difficulty even more.

"Dragon boat floating on rippling water, guess one character. If you guess correctly, the two young sirs can board the boat." The lady in green covered her mouth and smiled.

This was a riddle, and a poetic one at that. Not too difficult, but not too easy either.

Most literary gatherings were a mix of riddles and poetry, so using a riddle to test those boarding the boat for a lake tour was not unreasonable.

Hearing the lady's riddle, everyone lowered their heads in thought.

Riddles were different from poetry. If you couldn't grasp the insight, you could rack your brains and still not guess it.

This riddle stumped many people.

Looking at the young man in yellow robes, his face was red and his neck was stiff, staring intently at the lady in green. After much thought, he still couldn't figure it out and said without hesitation, "I don't know this one, can we change it?"

He was shameless. Feng Jueyu spat, having seen shameless people, but never one this shameless. Change? Might as well let him board the boat directly.

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu stepped forward and shouted, "Xun, dragon boat floating on rippling water, the answer is 'xun'."

As the words fell, the surrounding crowd lifted their heads. After a moment's thought, the dragon boat floating on rippling water, the ripples rippling between the boats, wasn't it the character 'xun'?

The lady in green was first surprised, then recovered, bowed politely, and moved the gangplank aside, saying, "Young sir, you guessed correctly, please board the boat."

The young man in yellow robes looked at Feng Jueyu with disappointment, then shook his head and walked away listlessly.

Feng Jueyu didn't board the boat. Seeing the young man in yellow robes' dejected figure, he suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. This guy, with such a thick skin, was straightforward and could be a good friend, so he called out, "Young sir, please wait."

The young man in yellow robes turned around, looking at him in confusion.

Feng Jueyu asked the lady in green, "Young lady, can the two of us board the boat together?"

The two ladies smiled and looked at the young man in yellow robes. They thought, with this clown on the boat, it wouldn't be boring, better than those hypocrites who pretend to be gentlemen but are actually scoundrels. It was fine.

The lady in green said, "This boat can hold four people. If you don't mind, of course you can."

The young man in yellow robes finally understood, ran over with a grateful look, and said to Feng Jueyu, "Brother, you're inviting me on the boat?"

"Of course!" Feng Jueyu smiled and said, "Brother, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, I'm grateful, thank you." The young man in yellow robes grinned, his mood suddenly brightening.

As they got closer, Feng Jueyu subconsciously felt the genuine nature of the young man in yellow robes. His laughter was full of sincerity, and he nodded in approval, thinking he hadn't misjudged the person.

"Come, board the boat." Feng Jueyu made a gesture inviting him, and the young man in yellow robes returned the gesture.

As they walked, when the young man in yellow robes stepped on the gangplank, his steady and rhythmic steps caught Feng Jueyu's attention.

"Blood qi?"

Feng Jueyu, walking behind, suddenly paused, his gaze lifting, focusing on the young man in yellow robes, using his superior insight to feel the rhythm of each step.

Steady, swift, decisive, the distance between each step was remarkably consistent, not off by a hair. As he walked, a fierce and overwhelming aura emanated from him, though very faint, as if deliberately hidden, but still clearly perceived by Feng Jueyu.

More terrifyingly, the aura from the young man in yellow robes was tinged with a strong bloody smell, as if he had stepped out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with bones scattered behind him, yet he showed no fear. What kind of person was this?

Certainly not an ordinary person...

He was a powerful warrior, definitely.

The Evil Emperor's insight was unparalleled. As his eyes narrowed, Feng Jueyu's gaze became as sharp as an eagle's.

This was the subtle connection between strong people. When a powerful expert appeared, his entire body would emit an overwhelming, invincible aura. With each step, his body's coordination would change dramatically, every movement, every breath, becoming completely still, all vulnerabilities disappearing...

The young man in yellow robes, walking in front, also sensed a significant change behind him. After just three steps, he suddenly paused, his honest expression frozen, his sharp eyes narrowing.

"Hmm?"

The young man in yellow robes, hands behind his back, turned his head extremely slowly. Why so slow? Because he sensed a venomous snake behind him, making his hair stand on end, staring at him intently.

This "venomous snake" was not ordinary, enough to make him cautious. Even in the borderlands, having experienced hundreds of battles and countless ambushes by enemy experts, he had never felt such a strong sense of danger.

What made him even more fearful was that the feeling was so close...

The young man in yellow robes was always confident, believing that no one could approach him within ten steps without him noticing, except for those at the peak.

But today, this feeling was real, so strong it was indescribable.

This time, turning his head was extremely difficult. After more than two decades of cultivating true qi and martial arts, he had never felt such a strong sense of danger and crisis.

But when he turned to look at Feng Jueyu, the fierce killing aura disappeared without a trace, so quickly it was unbelievable.

His gaze paused on Feng Jueyu, and the young man in yellow robes re-evaluated the person who had invited him on the boat. For some reason, he felt that the killing aura just now came from Feng Jueyu, so real.

What puzzled him was that he couldn't be sure...

This person is not simple...

Even though he couldn't be sure, the young man in yellow robes still looked at Feng Jueyu a few more times, introducing himself in a low, serious voice, "Mu Qianjun..."

"Feng Jueyu!" Feng Jueyu immediately replied, as if he had known the young man in yellow robes would introduce himself.

In an instant, the two of them felt a sense of mutual understanding, and they burst into laughter.

"Ha ha, Brother Mu, please..."

"Brother Feng, please..."

To the readers:

PS: The story is starting to get interesting. Actually, the first part of the book is also a bit of a fantasy. In a different world, it should be written to be exciting. The most important thing is the feeling.

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