Cultivation game, starting from the mouse

"The bright moon shines in the sky over my hometown, the silver glow fills the courtyard, the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, and the autumn breeze brings coolness. Looking at the distant sky, the clouds are melodious, and thousands of thoughts are filling my heart..."

The old scholar began to speak eloquently, and he sounded quite knowledgeable. He immediately composed a poem with several crosses in it.

After the old scholar finished composing the lyrics, he was immediately applauded by the whole house.

"Isn't this Master Zhang from Qingfeng Academy!"

At this time someone in the crowd recognized this person.

"What is Qingfeng Academy?"

"You don't even know this? Qingfeng Academy is an academy established by the Qingfeng Sect of Qingfeng Mountain in Qianyuan City. It specially selects children around the age of ten to go to Qingfeng Mountain to cultivate immortality!"

There was a lot of chatter among the crowd. After Wei Xun heard this with his Shunfeng Miao Er, he immediately used his Soul Seeking Pupil to check the person.

This old scholar looks ordinary, but he has a lot of spiritual energy on his body.

At least he is at the second or third level of Qi training realm.

"It turns out to be Mr. Zhang, no wonder he can make such good words!" The old bustard also heard the discussion in the crowd and immediately turned to the girl Yan'er behind him and asked: "Yan'er, how do you feel?"

After hearing this, Miss Yan'er nodded slightly: "The lyrics are smooth and catchy. It's really good! But I also want to hear if anyone else has lyrics to write!"

"Miss Yan'er said that she also wants to hear other lyrics!" The madam immediately turned back and repeated: "If I don't come, this boss will belong to Master Zhang!"

As soon as the Madam said this, everyone present started a heated discussion.

"Haven't you been studying for a few years? Come on in!"

"I have read books, but I can't even memorize a few poems. You want me to compose a poem now?"

"And this is Master Zhang. No matter how hard I try, I can't write a song better than what he wrote!"

Hearing the comments from the crowd, Master Zhang smiled confidently and stroked the beard on his chin with his hand, feeling very proud.

Seeing that no one in the crowd continued to write lyrics, the madam was about to announce that Master Zhang had won the first place.

"Wait a moment!"

A shout rang out from the private room on the second floor.

Hearing this voice, everyone looked in the direction of Wei Xun, wanting to see who wanted to write the lyrics.

Wei Xun walked to the guardrail on the second floor and said to the madam on the stage: "I also have a poem here, which is better than the one written by Master Zhang!"

As soon as these words came out, some people in the audience couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Who is that person? He is actually uttering arrogant words!"

"I've never seen it, but if you can sit on the second floor, you must be quite rich!"

"Master Zhang is such a person that even the city lord admires him. How dare this man say that he can be a better lyricist than his husband?"

"That man looks so young and uneducated at first glance. I'm afraid he's not a stupid son from a wealthy family somewhere else!"

Someone in the crowd said this, which immediately made the crowd burst into laughter.

Master Zhang looked back at Wei Xun who was standing by the guardrail on the second floor, and smiled: "Little brother, just write the lyrics, no one will stop you, but don't be too confident, otherwise no one will be able to compose the lyrics. It’s really a slap in the face to support him!”

"Don't be too confident!" Wei Xun said calmly, "I haven't said this yet, how do you know I'm going to slap you in the face?"

"Then do it, and I'll see what you can do!" Master Zhang smiled coldly, as if he didn't take Wei Xun seriously.

"Then I'll start!"

Wei Xun opened the paper fan in his hand and gently fanned himself, then spoke slowly.

"When will the bright moon come? I'll ask the blue sky for my wine. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it tonight..."

"Why are you still singing!"

"Stop talking, there is something..."

As soon as Wei Xun opened his mouth, his muscle memory actually led him to sing the words directly.

Everyone present was shocked when they heard the water-melody song sung by Wei Xun.

Wei Xun has a talent for singing. When he was in school, he even won the second place in the singing group of the school's art performance.

So during Wei Xun's long singing, everyone present was stunned.

Can this word still be sung like this?

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that has never been solved in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away..."

When Master Zhang heard this, he was completely dumbfounded.

At first, I despised this kid, but now when I heard that the lyrics I composed were no match for this song, I couldn't even put it on the same table.

After hearing this, Miss Yan'er's fingers stroking the strings trembled slightly, and her pupils also trembled slightly.

"You...!" Master Zhang turned back and pointed at Wei Xun and asked, "Where did you copy this poem from? How could you make such a poem!"

"Hey!" Wei Xun looked at this picture and couldn't help but laugh: "Why can't I compose this poem? I didn't just compose this poem, who else could have composed it?"

"I don't believe it!" Master Zhang glared at Wei Xun, and then said: "If you composed this poem, then you can definitely compose another one. If you can also compose another poem of the same level, I will I just believe that you composed this poem!”

"Why should I listen to you?" Wei Xun sneered and said, "I will do whatever you want me to do. Who are you?"

"It seems that you are a person who is seeking fame and reputation. I don't know where I saw this poem being used today!" Master Zhang saw that Wei Xun couldn't take the bait, so he immediately started taunting him.

"I am the reincarnation of the Poet Immortal. As long as I want to, there is nothing I can't do!" Wei Xun ignored Master Zhang's words, but turned to the Madam and asked: "Please ask Miss Yan'er, what is my poem?" Is she satisfied?"

"You are uttering arrogant words!" Master Zhang refused to give up: "You are the only one who wants to be reincarnated as a poet? I think you are just a piece of shit!"

"If I am a straw bag, then you are just a pile of dung from a cow that ate grass!"

Wei Xun immediately responded.

Seeing that the audience was about to argue, Miss Yan'er opened her mouth and said, "I'm more satisfied with the lyrics composed by the gentleman upstairs just now. Don't argue anymore."

Hearing this, Wei Xun rolled his eyes at Master Zhang and said, "Did you hear that? If I were you, I would have left a long time ago. How can I still have the nerve to linger here!"

At this time, Master Zhang also noticed that everyone was watching him, so he could only wave his robe and said disdainfully: "Let's wait and see!"

Then he strode out of the building.

"Congratulations to this little brother for winning the first place!" Although the old bustard didn't have much education, he could tell from the reaction of the audience that no one could sing more powerfully than Wei Xun.

"Then when can I have dinner with Miss Yan'er?" Wei Xun asked.

"You can do it now!" The madam immediately asked the maids in the audience to prepare: "Brother, come with me!"

Then the Madam also took Miss Yan'er away from the stage, and then arranged for other girls to continue performing on the stage.

Although these women are not as popular as Yan'er, they can still be regarded as the existences second only to Yan'er in Tianxiang Tower.

It can still make the men in the audience cheer.