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Chapter 1061: Chapter 970: The Master Speaks Chapter 1061: Chapter 970: The Master Speaks Mount Lu.

At this moment, the scene was eerily silent.

However, it was He Qinghuan from the panel of judges who first broke the silence.

His face suddenly flushed with a wave of excitement as he burst into laughter and exclaimed, “What a poem! With such talent, why shouldn’t he serve as a judge!”

A roc rises with the wind in a single day,

Soaring to the ninety-thousand-mile-high sky!

What youthful spirit, what unbridled arrogance!

He Qinghuan was no fool; he had indeed tasted the true essence of the poem.

Hua Weiming’s sudden aggression surely stemmed from deeper causes.

Today’s literary grand event had already been tainted with controversy before it even began.

He Qinghuan was one of the Qin people, hence unwilling to remain silent. He wanted to speak up for Xian Yu, and moreover, he sincerely felt that this poem was exquisitely conceived, fitting the current situation perfectly and expressing Xian Yu’s feelings!

After that,

Across various pavilions,

An uproar ensued.

Writers whispered and argued among themselves – some shocked, some embarrassed, some indifferent, some sneering…

A variety of human emotions were on full display.

And in front of countless screens across the continents,

The audience watching the broadcast gradually came to their senses.

“Damn!”

“This poem is incredible!”

“Xian Yu actually composed a poem on the spot in response to criticism?”

“In such a short time, to create such an excellent work, what right do these people have to question Xian Yu?”

“Dominant!”

“To compose poetry in response on the spot, and with a work of this caliber, who dares to doubt that Fish Papa is not worthy?”

“Holy shit, this is lit!”

“Who knows if it wasn’t written beforehand.”

Among the flurry of comments, not all were without other voices, but overall, the audience had been won over by Xian Yu’s poem.

…

At Lin Yuan’s home.

Antarctica was happily bouncing around.

Big Yaoyao clenched her fist tightly: “Go for it, brother!”

Sister Lin Xuan stared intently at the screen: “Let’s see what else they want to try!”

Mom didn’t speak.

She still had countless worries:

One poem probably couldn’t stop the determination of these literati.

…

Mom’s concerns were not unfounded.

Mount Lu.

At the live broadcast scene,

Hua Weiming finally spoke: “It seems that Teacher Admirable Fish came well-prepared, so he should step down even more and truly compete with us so-called contestants.”

Unbelievable!

This old jerk!

Shameless!

The faces of the Yu Dynasty attendees changed.

Even a fool could hear the sarcasm in Hua Weiming’s words!

He was actually insinuating that Xian Yu had anticipated the questioning, so he prepared this poem in advance to shut the mouths of countless literati!

“I thought as much.”

“So it was prepared beforehand.”

“No matter how talented, it’s impossible to compose such good poetry on the spot.”

“Good?”

“He’s just a braggart.”

“I also think it’s quite mediocre, comparing oneself to a roc and audaciously speaking of soaring to the heavens. It’s nothing but self-promotion.”

Some writers murmured among themselves.

They were all in the same boat now, showing their true colors, and would not tolerate a young man of a similar age to their younger relatives sitting as a judge to appraise and criticise them.

He Qinghuan’s brow furrowed.

The other judges, however, appeared surprised, with no one speaking a word, maintaining an attitude of indifference, even revealing a hint of delight in the unfolding drama.

“Hmph.”

Lin Yuan smiled.

This time, he did not recite another poem but looked directly at Hua Weiming: “I have heard of the flourishing literary circles of the Zhao Continent, and that they surpass those on other continents, yet I didn’t expect one of the representative figures of the Zhao Continent’s literary world to not understand that ‘in learning, age does not matter; the wise shall lead.'”

“Audacious youth!”

Before Hua Weiming could speak, the literati were already enraged!

Respect for age in learning?

The wise as teachers?

Xian Yu had the audacity to call himself “wise” in front of a literary master like Hua Weiming, claiming he was qualified to be a judge and teacher to Hua Weiming and those present!?

What audacious words!

Hua Weiming’s face also shifted, but he quickly burst into laughter and soothed the writers:

“Everyone, calm down, children will say the darndest things.”

This man was a sly one indeed, using such a tactic to retaliate, intimating Xian Yu was but a mere child!

This was the battle of wits amongst the learned,

Each statement belittling the other, yet without a single swear word.

The writers immediately broke into laughter.

But amidst this laughter, Hua Weiming curled the corners of his mouth and fixed his gaze on Lin Yuan: “Does this judge teacher understand what ‘Master’ means?”

What does ‘Master’ mean?

Lin Yuan smiled, too: “Master is one who disseminates knowledge, imparts professions, and resolves doubts.”

Hua Weiming was dumbfounded.

The other writers exchanged looks of confusion.

Lin Yuan’s voice paused before he continued: “Men are not born with knowledge. Who can live without questions?”

He stared at Hua Weiming and shook his head regretfully: “If one has doubts but does not learn from a Master, then one’s doubts will never be resolved.”

You like classical Chinese, do you?

You like showing off ancient sayings with me, do you?

Then let the great Han Yu communicate with you first.

Lin Yuan’s gaze swept across the writers behind Hua Weiming: “Those who existed before me and understood the Tao are my teachers because they understood it before me; those who come after me and understand the Tao are also my teachers, because they too, understood it before me.”

The scene fell silent once again.

But Lin Yuan’s voice grew even louder, echoing throughout the venue: “I learn from them – how would I know whether they’re younger or older?”

What does ‘Master’ mean?

Am I too young?

Not fit to be a teacher?

Lin Yuan’s last statement resounded firmly, as if hammered out word by word: “Therefore, there is no distinction of noble or lowly, old or young! Where the Tao resides, there resides the Master!”

Stunned!

Hua Weiming was stunned!

The writers were stunned!

The other judges were stunned!

Those who made it to the poetry conference, regardless of their reputations, were surely talented, so everyone could feel the power of Xian Yu’s words – no, the power of his essay!

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