NOVGO.NET Chapter 1070 971 Counting Romantic Figures_6
Chapter 1070: Chapter 971: Counting Romantic Figures_6 Chapter 1070: Chapter 971: Counting Romantic Figures_6 “The Yangtze River’s waves surge behind the ones before…”
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The Fourth Pavilion.
“The flower path has never been swept by a guest’s broom, today the gate is opened for you alone…”
“…the setting sun is infinitely good, yet it’s near dusk…”
“Timely rain knows its season, when spring arrives, it brings forth life…”
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The Seventh Pavilion.
“…If only I could have a vast mansion with thousands of rooms, to shelter all the scholars from the cold with warm smiles, the wind and rain immovable as a mountain. Alas! When will this house suddenly appear before my eyes? My humble abode is ruined, I’d rather die in the cold!”
“Timely rain knows its season, when spring arrives, it brings forth life…”
“The sunlight on the incense burner produces a purple mist; from afar you can see waterfalls hanging on the river ahead, falling straight down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way is pouring down from the sky!”
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The Tenth Pavilion.
“Your bodies and fame will all vanish, but the rivers and mountains shall remain forever flowing…”
“Eight hundred leagues partitioned as a roasting spit under my command, fifty strings overturn the sound beyond the border…”
“…All are gone, the myriad dashing figures of old, yet look who stands tall today!!”
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Every member of the Yu Dynasty emerged!
They each approached one of the ten pavilions!
Inside the pavilions!
They recited their poems!
The camera crazily switched between them!
Xian Yu participated in the poetry competition in his own way, not knowing that at this moment, he had already suppressed the literary world of Blue Star!
It was almost an illusion.
Lin Yuan saw countless shadows dancing between the ten pavilions!
Some danced elegantly among the music;
Some raged in their drunkenness;
Some indulged in lavish feasts baring their chests;
Some deciphered classics by candlelight;
Some strolled freely and spiritedly on the main road;
Some practiced their swordplay in courtyards, and even some nestled in the warmth of a brothel…
Thousands of prominent figures from the history of the Celestial Dynasty had come to this day!
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Thunder pierced the long sky and the rain fell gently, leaving everyone stunned. This scene would forever be etched in the hearts of the world!
Pale white!
Pale green!
Pale red!
These were the complexions of the literati.
The judges, with their hands braced against the table, lips trembling, yet none dared to speak a word.
At this moment.
At The Tenth Pavilion.
Xia Fan recited the last poem, the one hundred ninety-ninth of the day, as if addressing the judges, the poets, or the audience, “When spring arrives, I do not speak first; which insect dares to chirp?”
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Lin Yuan stood up.
He approached the poets.
Even though the poets were on the pavilion stage, some retreated unnaturally and ended up soaked by the rain outside.
“In terms of age, I am no match for you.”
“But in poetry, you are no match for me.”
With a splash!
Someone faltered!
Staggered and fell!
Shu Ziwen trembled, Hua Weiming trembled, the judges trembled, the audience trembled; everyone was shaking!
Shock?
They were already numb.
The poetry competition wasn’t over yet, but it was already over!
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The production team.
Tong Shuwen inexplicably thought of the name for this episode.
It shouldn’t be called the Mount Lu Poetry Competition but instead “Fish Walking with You…”
“Strolling by the Abyss!!!”
Lin Yuan waved his hand, “My hand is a bit sore, keep the music playing, keep on dancing.”
He was leaving.
Not to be a judge, nor a contestant, nor did he want any championship titles.
But it was precisely because of this, no matter who the champion of this poetry competition was, it would be a joke.
Why not compete on the same stage with everyone?
At this moment, everyone had their own answer.
Suddenly.
Ms. Huang asked, “Don’t you have anything you’d like to say?”
Lin Yuan smiled, and as he walked away, he recited a poem that he hadn’t had the chance to finish, his two hundredth for the day:
“Mount Tai, how imposing do you stand? The green of Qi and Lu remains to be seen.”
“Nature has carved its splendid craft; yin and yang cleave dawn from dusk.”
“Breasting surging clouds, my heart ascends; eyes wide open, I join the homing birds.”
“I shall climb to the highest peak, and in one glance… All! Mountains! Are! Small!”
With those last three words spoken, Lin Yuan had already gone far away, followed by the people of the Yu Dynasty, leaving nothing but their silhouettes for the poets.
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ps: These last few days some people accused Polluted White of being deliberately fragmentary and disgusting to readers, but I truly gave it my all with the word count, so I got a bit frustrated and didn’t look at the back of this chapter. No author deliberately sets out to disgust their readers. Then, after finally completing this part of the story, two hundred poems, there may be a bit of watering down. Without it, others would complain, claiming a lack of face, asking, “Don’t you deserve at least a mention?” It’s really tough, my friends. Considering the effort put in over the past few days, could I humbly ask for a monthly ticket (using the begging technique every online author knows)? By the way, I’ll explain why the protagonist’s name is Lin Yuan—it’s because of “Strolling by the Abyss,” and that famous line: “When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.”