Chapter 135: Mr. Cang!

  Seeing Cang Ye complete the question so quickly, the crowd was divided into two categories. One group thought he was just pretending to be confident and probably hadn't even read the content of the exam questions yet! However, a very small number of people looked at Cang Ye with a somewhat solemn gaze.

  At this time, an old man with a white beard and a Confucian robe appeared in front of Cang Ye. He slightly nodded his head, although the other party was just an ordinary person, but Cang Ye would not ignore them like that. Having cultivated for less than ten years, he still couldn't disregard human ethics and morality.

  He didn't bother with the pale night, but instead picked up a piece of paper from the desk and read it out loud.

  "My words are but one sentence, history is empty"

  Respect the light and despise the heavy is a serious crime for ten thousand people.

  Heaven's mandate is self-evident and bright, therefore ritual propriety arises from it.

  "A teacher's words can influence thousands of officials and reach the imperial court!"

  After finishing reading, the old man was slightly stunned. Although it wasn't an extraordinary sentence, being able to come up with something like that without thinking showed that this young man's foundation wasn't simple!

  The actual content of the test is to ask how to make a self-recommendation into a poem. The lines are not bad, but this young man's tone is also somewhat too arrogant.

  This is the first feeling of everyone who has read and understood the meaning of this poem.

  "What is this poem actually saying? I don't understand it at all!" The man behind Yuling, who had just spoken to them, seemed to have thought for a long time without understanding what it meant, and finally asked.

  With a faint smile, Yu Ling apparently understood the meaning of this poem. He spoke for the people behind him, and also seemed to explain it to all the people who didn't understand.

  "The question asked was how one qualifies as a teacher. And my elder brother also introduced himself with this poem."

  "My one word makes history empty. It means that my one sentence surpasses everything. The things passed down through history, in front of me, all become empty talk, to be rewritten."

  "My words are light as a feather, yet even ten thousand people cannot undo them. As someone who is respected by others, every sentence I utter will be repeated by tens of thousands of people."

  "Since I saw the sky and the sun that day, I have understood things and etiquette."

  "I have taught thousands of students who became officials and left behind hundreds of official tombs!"

  In this world, only those who are clean and noble, capable of benefiting the people, after leaving office, will use their official position as a tomb, building an empty grave to commemorate the official. This also represents that once the official leaves, no one can surpass him in this position! Such officials appear only a few times in each dynasty. And finally, Cang Ye said that if he were to be a teacher, he could teach many such disciples!

  Everyone burst into a commotion. This little kid, who probably hasn't even grown all his hair yet, is being way too arrogant! The four-line poem, each line boasting about his own greatness, would be acceptable if it were describing a literary giant, but this is clearly a self-recommendation poem!

  "Let's put aside what you said, this poem, no matter how you look at it, can only be considered a relatively good work. It's not something that will be passed down as a classic masterpiece."

  Finally, it was the old master who spoke up and commented. They came here just to face the poetic form itself. As for whether there is such a big skill, that's not within their scope of inquiry.

  This old man seems to have a lot of prestige, and as soon as he speaks, the people around him also default to this statement. It's just that in such a short time, you can write out such poetic lines, this young man is indeed not ordinary!

  He put Cang Ye's poem on the table, apparently he was not qualified to be Chancellor Qianjin's teacher.

  "Wait a minute, read it again!" Just as the crowd was looking at Cang Ye with a hint of regret, a loud and aged voice suddenly came from a huge pavilion behind Wentai. After hearing that sentence, the old man who was about to leave seemed to have received some kind of order, immediately turned his body around, picked up Cang Ye's poem from the table, recited it again, and then stood there respectfully.

  "I am the heavenly teacher!"

  The four words came again from the attic. When the old man heard these four words, he was first confused, then seemed to think of something, and frantically picked up Cang Ye's poem from the table again. He stared at it with both eyes, reading it over and over again. Only then did he slowly spit out the four words.

  "I am the heavenly teacher!"

  Finally, everyone was thoroughly bewildered. How could both the person in the building and this old man keep muttering these four words.

  I am the Master of Heaven, the teacher of Heaven. Heaven is the Emperor, and the Master of Heaven is also the Imperial Teacher! What an honorable title this is! But I don't understand why that old man keeps muttering to himself.

  After waiting for a long time, the old man carefully put Cang Ye's poem into his bosom and said to him with a serious face.

  "You are a great talent, I was foolish. If it weren't for the teacher's reminder, I'm afraid I still wouldn't be able to see the true connotation of your poem! From now on, you have opened up a new era of poetry, what was said in previous poems is indeed not false!"

  Everyone except Cang Ye and Yu Ling was thoroughly shocked by his transformation. They did not expect that after reciting these four lines of poetry, this venerable old gentleman would change his attitude so drastically!

  What kind of magic power does this four-character phrase and this poem have?

  Everyone was muttering the four sentences they had just heard in their hearts and mouths. It had been a long time since the crowd had made any unusual movements. And Cang Ye and Yu Ling were not in a hurry, but stood there with a smile on their faces.

  Cang Ye has never been a person who likes to talk big, so he dares to describe it in his poem, that's because he already has a certain degree of confidence!

  After waiting for a long time, a loud shout finally burst out from the crowd.

  "The words 'I am the Heavenly Master' once again appeared in someone's mouth. Gradually, more and more people began to shout out these words, and they all looked at Cang Ye with reverence. This is a person who has pioneered a new era of poetry! To be the Heavenly Master, to be the Imperial Master. Not one bit excessive!"

  "What does it mean? I still don't understand at all?"

  Only a handful of people can understand it. As more and more people start reciting those few lines of poetry, some people can no longer think calmly about it. Finally, someone asked.

  Before Cang Ye could even respond, someone in the crowd had already begun to answer.

  "Read the first word of each line of this poem together and you will understand its meaning!"

  After listening to the explanation, those who still didn't understand began to recall the content of the entire poem and loudly read out the first word of each line.

  "I am the heavenly teacher!"

  Now, everyone understood the meaning of Cang Ye's poem. Unlike the previous world, this world didn't have any concept of hidden-head poems, so Cang Ye became the founder of a new style in this world with great honor!

  Although it was plagiarism, Cang Ye didn't mind too much. In this world where poem culture is still extremely backward, guiding the emergence of hidden head poems doesn't seem to be a big deal either. Moreover, here, martial arts are the underlying foundation from start to finish, and as an eternally strongest genius, he doesn't need to care about such an unimportant glory.

  Yueling gazed at Cangye with a blissful smile under the sunlight, a hint of pride emerging on her face. She had always known about Cangye's talent!

  "May I ask your surname and given name, young master?"

  She slightly cupped her hands together, which is a greeting between writers.

  Cang Ye bowed his head and replied.

  "My surname is Cang, you can just call me Cang Ye. This is my fiancée, her name is Yu Ling."

  "Then I'll call you Master Cang. Indeed, Master is a great talent and has the qualifications to become Miss Qianyu's poetry teacher. Please come in and let's have a chat, may I?"

  He didn't have the slightest interest in becoming a teacher. However, in order to stay here for a longer period of time and experience ordinary life, he still didn't refuse. He nodded and followed the old man into the attic.

  This pavilion is nameless, and it's clear that the building hasn't been around for long. It's probably one of those places that haven't opened yet. However, despite not being open, it was used by that prime minister for his daughter's wedding. Clearly, this prime minister has considerable influence in this country!

  Entering the attic, I found that there were only a few people gathered there, and most of them were white-haired old men.

  He made a courtesy to the literary giants with a junior's etiquette, and Cang Ye stood up straight. His counterparts, those white-haired and white-bearded old men with elegant demeanor, also stood up and exchanged a friendly courtesy with Cang Ye.

  "Is this the young master who pioneered a new path in poetry outside? He looks dignified and has an extraordinary temperament, worthy of becoming a great poet!"

  Upon hearing these compliments, Cang Ye only smiled humbly. Compared to them, he had already heard too many praises. Among them, there wasn't a single person whose status was lower than theirs.

  Seeing Cang Ye's calm demeanor, several people began to appreciate him even more. Unfazed by praise or insult, this was the kind of quality a successful literary master should have!

  He made room for her, pulling out a chair from behind him, indicating that Cang Ye could sit with them.

  He shook his head and didn't take a seat, instead he sat down behind everyone with the Feather Spirit. These actions also made those literary elders like this stunning young man who seemed to be only in his early twenties even more.

  Without over-expecting, he waited for a long time. Finally, the sound of footsteps echoed from above the attic. Cang Ye also focused his gaze on the stairway entrance, and he too wanted to see what kind of person this Chancellor's daughter was, who had been summoned with such courtesy.

  Before long, with the sound of footsteps growing clearer, two figures came walking down.

  Two people, without saying a word, can already tell who is the master and who is the servant. Although both of their appearances belong to that stunning type, it's clear that the young lady's temperament has won out by a wide margin.

  After going downstairs, the young lady didn't ask anything first. She just swept her gaze around, without stopping for a moment, and only showed a slight ripple when she saw Cang Ye and Yu Ling. However, these were all obvious non-martial artists, so they couldn't be discovered.

  She faintly smiled. Cang Ye discovered that this Prime Minister's daughter was actually not as rumored! The rumors said she was a girl who liked literature but disliked martial arts. But in Cang Ye's eyes, this jade-like young girl's cultivation had probably already reached the level of a Terrifying Spirit Master! At only eighteen years old, she had achieved the cultivation of a Terrifying Spirit Master. Such a genius would be considered a relatively small talent on Qingxia Mountain. The question was, with such good cultivation and innate talent, why did she still need to hide? Of course, these were not within Cang Ye's consideration range. He didn't come here to investigate others.

  "Junior lady Qian Yu greets everyone." She slightly bowed her head and made a polite gesture.

  "Miss, this time I've taken on your request to find a suitable teacher for you. After layers of screening, we've finally selected these masters of the literary world. I wonder if you're satisfied?"

  Glancing around at everyone in the room, only Cang Ye and Yu Ling were looking at him with a calm gaze. Jun Qianyu, who was slightly surprised, finally asked out loud.

  "Does this young man and lady also belong to the literary world? Why have I never seen them before?"

  The old man who just spoke obviously also knew that the young lady would ask this question.

  Didn't think twice, opened mouth and said

  "Miss, this young man is a great talent. He has created a new style of poetry and we have been recommending him as your poetry teacher."

  Upon hearing the old man's introduction, Jun Qianyu was clearly very surprised. She knew these people's temperaments and that they could jointly recommend one person. This person probably really has extraordinary abilities! However, facing Cang Ye's gaze which was calm yet seemed to see through everything, she still felt a bit uncomfortable. Who would have thought that all her secrets would be seen through by someone?