My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 578 - 369: 7 Breaths to Form a Poem, Just for Fun (Part 2)

Chapter 578: Chapter 369: 7 Breaths to Form a Poem, Just for Fun (Part 2)

Perhaps Ziyu was just too lazy, the burly man thought to himself.

Zhao Rong looked around, "Has everyone finished writing?"

Gu Yiwu and the others nodded one after another.

"Then let’s hand them in."

Not far away, the blue-clad maids who had left earlier re-entered the hall. One by one, they respectfully collected the poems from the seats inside the hall. However, among them this time was no sight of the clever maid missing a front tooth.

Gu Yiwu waved to them.

Several blue-clad maids came to the table where Zhao Rong and others were seated, organized the poems, and placed them into brand-new envelopes, then registered the names on the envelopes.

Especially for Gu Yiwu’s entry-level poem, the envelope holding it was cradled carefully by the blue-clad maid, unsure whether to grasp or pinch it, terrified of dropping it on the floor, for selling herself wouldn’t cover the loss.

Gu Yiwu glanced at Zhao Rong’s poem, which was handed over indifferently.

"Ziyu, this poem of yours..."

Zhao Rong smiled, turned his head, and breathed out three words, "Just for fun."

Gu Yiwu laughed heartily, "You can’t say that. Ziyu’s approach can be seen as creating a new path, attempting to elicit a smile from a beauty, which can’t be considered an ineffective method."

The other scholars who also noticed Zhao Rong’s poem echoed in agreement.

"Mr. Zhao’s idea of composing a poem in seven breaths is really amusing."

"Alas, it seems Mr. Zhao’s lighthearted poem and ours are all just for fun. To truly move a beauty, we still need to look to Brother Gu."

Gu Yiwu quickly clasped his hands in a bow, "Can you all tone down the flattery? It’s your ruckus that’s the issue, try to be as composed as Ziyu."

Having said that, he no longer paid attention to the scholars from his academy but turned instead to bow politely to the guests around who were drawn by the entry-level poems.

However, immediately after, Gu Yiwu’s eyes met with another person in the hall who had ’produced’ another entry-level poem.

The powdered nobleman eyed Gu Yiwu and Zhao Rong with a sinister gaze, especially after locking eyes with the former, he sneered, snapped his folding fan closed, and pointed with the tip first to the stunning girl on stage, then to himself.

Gu Yiwu’s smile faded, and he gazed back coldly.

The powdered nobleman turned and seemed to give a few instructions to a brawny attendant behind him, who then walked away.

Soon, the attendant returned with a blue-clad maid to the hall. Carrying a bottle of fine wine, the maid approached Zhao Rong’s table, bowed, and offered it.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu exchanged glances.

"Oh, proposing a toast or imposing a penalty drink," a scholar beside them scoffed.

Zhao Rong turned around, glanced at the bottle of expensive wine, and laughed lightly, "Who is this guy?"

He took the bottle of wine and set it aside without further ado, not wanting to trouble the maid who brought it.

The maid, as if pardoned, bowed and retreated.

"Including Nanxing County and the surrounding counties, there are two large Mountain Immortals. One is Nanchen Palace, and the other is Ziwei Pavilion," Gu Yiwu sneered, "This good-for-nothing has been in Zuixian Building for a few days, and we’ve seen him many times. He’s the son of Ziwei Pavilion’s Pavilion Master, named Chen Wu’er, with the nickname ’Divine Idle Nobleman.’"

"Kidney Deficient Nobleman?"

Zhao Rong’s expression turned strange, and he couldn’t help but give the powdered nobleman a few sideward glances.

The Divine Idle Nobleman saw Zhao Rong accept the punitive wine he sent over, delighted and roaring with laughter with the cronies around him, while he leisurely unfolded his folding fan.

On the fan was written "Divine Idle Nobleman" in four large characters.

Zhao Rong could even imagine their boisterous laughter.

"Hmm, it’s apparent. But," he sighed softly, then turned to Gu Yiwu seriously, "What’s there to be proud of with kidney deficiency?"

Gu Yiwu shook his head, "Indeed, seems like his brain’s a bit funny."

They nodded to each other in agreement.

Then they both chose to ignore this ’Kidney Deficient Nobleman.’

Fearing contagion.

Seeing them disregard him, the nobleman’s face changed, and he glared fiercely at Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, his expression as haughty as ’don’t run after school.’

...

At the center of the grand hall on the first floor of the Zuixian Building, on the stage that captured the attention of all.

The pretty maid had organized the envelopes containing poems and registered names into two stacks, one thick and one thin.

The previous qin had been put away, with the thick stack placed to the left of the stunning girl’s vacant qin stand, while the thin stack with only two envelopes was placed on the right.

Luo Xiuxiu, her face covered with white gauze, glanced at the crowd below the stage before lowering her head, and her gentle hands began to open the envelopes one by one, reviewing them.

The audience below the stage was restless, though most of them wore an expression of anticipation for the unknown, in their hearts they already had their answers.

The gaze of the guests occasionally fell on two people below the stage.

One was a Confucian Scholar with a calm and composed expression,

and the other a thin-faced man in pink clothes.

They were the owners of the two outstanding poems that had been separately placed to the side on the stage.

The pretentious young Cultivator kept casting challenging glances at Gu Yiwu, but the latter did not so much as look at him. Yet, the former became even more animated, gesturing to his followers, and burst into loud, uninhibited laughter from time to time.

Any guest who wasn’t a fool could see the conflict between the two parties, so they waited on the side with great interest for the excitement to unfold.

Many also showed a look of disgust toward the pretentious young Cultivator and his company.

"So noisy," Zhao Qian’er frowned slightly.

Gu Yiwu and his companions also shook their heads slightly.

Only Zhao Rong had a smile on his face, tapping his fingers rhythmically on his thigh.

The next second, Zhao Rong turned his head in tacit understanding, meeting the gaze of Gu Yiwu, who had turned to look at the same time.

The latter mused, "This Ziwei Pavilion, located in our You City, isn’t considered a very powerful sect. Their strongest Cultivator might not have reached the Golden Core stage; they don’t even count as a mid-tier power, but here in Great Li, it’s considered quite influential."

"Tell me more."

"The Cultivators of Ziwei Pavilion, even though their Cultivation is not outstanding, have a significant reputation in Great Li, mainly because they are adept at Astrology and Divination."

It was clear that Gu Yiwu had indeed gathered a lot of information during his days in the Zuixian Building.

"That’s why many of Ziwei Pavilion’s Cultivators are in the imperial astrology offices of Li Territory. The commoners in Li believe in ghosts and gods, worship their ancestors, and are superstitious about Divination. It’s not just for selecting auspicious days for weddings and funerals; any unusual occurrence would lead to divination to judge good or bad omens. Even Li women seeking husbands would resort to Divination..."

Gu Yiwu laughed and shook his head, "I suspect the urgency of the Dugu family in Hanjing, asking us to preside over their ceremonial offerings, also has something to do with this. The Li commoners are gullible, falling for anything related to ghosts, gods, or ancestors."

He continued, "This Pavilion Master of Ziwei Pavilion, named Chen Er, is renowned for his exceptionally accurate Divinations. He is a well-known old Immortal both in the mountains and outside in Great Li. Ziwei Pavilion has also become famous alongside him."

"Divination? And exceptionally accurate at that?" Zhao Qian’er wrinkled her delicate nose, crisply remarking, "Pretentious nonsense."

Zhao Rong patted her little hand.

He looked up at Gu Yiwu, who understood and turned to glance at the ’kidney-deficient young master,’ nodding.

"Yeah, that guy is the son of that Ziwei Pavilion Master Chen Er," said the burly man with a chuckle, "However, you see, the old Immortal is above worldly concerns, has many children, and is too preoccupied with the affairs of the nobility to bother about such an unworthy scion."

Zhao Rong smiled.

"No matter, just ignore that clown."

Gu Yiwu nodded in agreement.

"I’ve heard from other guests of the Zuixian Building that this so-called gentleman is just an unrestrained profligate, and that Ziwei Pavilion Master simply let him run wild, sending him off to faraway Xingzi Town so he’d be out of sight and out of mind. Ah, but today he has really become an annoyance to us. If he dares to reach out and provoke us, we’ll cut off his thieving hand and then give him a good lecture about the principles of us Confucian Scholars."

Zhao Rong lifted his gaze, looking first at the quietly poetry-reading breathtaking girl on the stage and then at the boastfully strutting ’kidney-deficient young master.’ His fingers continued to tap rhythmically on his thigh, without a word.

Beside him, Gu Yiwu couldn’t help but purse his lips, adding, "Even the spoiled youngsters here are no match for those from the major families of our You City..."

Zhao Rong glanced at him but didn’t pick up the conversation. Instead, he pondered for a moment.

"Are there any other notable figures in Ziwei Pavilion?"

"Speaking of which, there is indeed another woman."

Upon this mention, Gu Yiwu’s eyebrows raised, and he spoke up directly, apparently with a deep impression.

"Her name is... Su Qingdai."