Doctor of Science's Journey into Another World

Chapter 340 Poetry Party

As soon as he entered the academy, Bai Hao saw many handsome men and beautiful women in luxurious clothes and gentle manners standing in the courtyard. They were walking around a crooked poplar tree and chatting.

"I don't know why the layman suddenly left..."

"There must be some important person at the entrance of the academy."

"Anyone who can be welcomed by a lay Buddhist must be a leading figure in the literary world!"

"If you ask me, it must be a high-ranking priest of the Church of Destiny or a close friend of the layman."

While everyone was talking, Yang Yu took Bai Hao's hand and stepped lightly over the threshold and came to the yard, while Yang Xiaoyun and Qingyun Jushi followed slowly behind, and behind them came Youla, Olmia and others.

The arrival of Bai Hao and his group instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. Everyone who came to the poetry reading believed that Bai Hao and his group must be important figures of noble status, but they seemed a little young.

With the introduction of Mr. Qingyun, the atmosphere of the poetry gathering instantly became heated. The focus of everyone's discussion was the Central Plains appearance of Bai Hao and his group, and more importantly, that outstanding appearance.

Needless to say, Bai Hao and Olmya are both the most beautiful people in Central Plains. Kalia is even more charming because of the existence of Hillya's soul.

As the most beautiful woman in the Elf United Kingdom, Hillelia is even more stunning.

The one who made everyone hold their breath the most was Youla. Wearing light makeup, Youla looked like a fairy descended from the divine realm, and most of the people present were believers in the god of fate.

With such a stunning beauty and the special attraction of being a god incarnate, Youla quickly became the object of everyone's attention, so much so that Bai Hao and others were somewhat neglected.

Mr. Qingyun is not a believer in the God of Destiny, but a devout believer in the God of Poetry. Therefore, he does not have any special feelings towards Youla, but has an inexplicable liking for Bai Hao.

Bai Hao probably knew why this happened, because the God of Poetry was one of the many subordinate gods of the Goddess of the Bright Moon, and the believers of the subordinate gods also had special feelings about the coming of the main god.

Yang Yu, like Qingyun Jushi, believes in the god of poetry. At this moment, he is explaining the rules of the poetry meeting to Bai Hao.

The monthly poetry gathering of Qingyun Academy is not only a grand occasion for poets to communicate with each other, but also a poetry writing competition. The topics are usually set by the highly respected Qingyun layman, and other poets write poems based on the topics.

Finally, everyone and Mr. Qingyun will vote together to decide the best poem. Until the next poetry reading begins, the best poem will be engraved by Mr. Qingyun himself on the stone wall of the academy for people to learn.

It can be said that if one finally creates a poem that is recognized by everyone, he or she will become famous directly in the literary circles of Shenshan Court, Shenyin Ancient Capital, and even the entire East.

After all, the speed of magic communication on the Walterland continent is not much slower than the Internet in Bai Hao's previous life.

In the future, when I attend banquets in various places in the East, if I can say that the poems I wrote were once carved by Mr. Qingyun on the stone wall of Qingyun Academy and displayed, I will really be the coolest guy at the banquet.

After a heated discussion, the people in the courtyard returned to silence, and everyone was waiting for Master Qingyun to announce the topic of the poetry gathering.

Mr. Qingyun walked slowly to the old poplar tree with his posture straight and his white hair and beard fluttering in the wind. He did not have the decadence and weakness that are common in centenarians. Instead, he looked like a handsome man.

"Cough cough!"

Mr. Qingyun had already thought of the topic for today's poetry gathering, but when he heard the conversation between Bai Hao and Yang Yu at the door just now, he suddenly decided to change the topic.

Qingyun Lay Buddhist looked at the hundreds of talented men and women in the courtyard with a calm expression, hummed softly and then said in a loud voice: "Today, a distinguished guest from the Central Plains is visiting. She is beautiful, so why not make her the theme?"

After saying that, Mr. Qingyun pointed at Bai Hao and the other four who were looking confused.

The title of Qingyun Jushi's poem attracted the applause of many talented people. A young gentleman with a handsome face even suggested loudly: "Aren't these five distinguished guests from the Central Plains the best reference? I suggest that we use these five people as a template to write poems!"

"Okay, these five people all have stunning looks..."

"This is the first time we've met each other, so it's fair."

"This is the first time I've written a poem based on the appearance of an outsider. This is quite a challenge."

"What a handsome boy, I wonder how old he is, sister..."

Occasionally, some strange words were interspersed in the discussion of the crowd, which made Bai Hao speechless, but adhering to the etiquette of adapting to local customs, Bai Hao and others still accepted the request as the topic of the poem.

Olmia, Bai Hao and Hilmiya were all people who had seen a lot of storms and waves, and they did not feel any discomfort facing hundreds of scorching gazes, but Kalia and Youla were a little nervous, and even their standing posture was a little awkward.

"It's okay. Just chat like you're at a banquet. These Eastern poets are writing poems in praise of us. Don't be too restrained or we'll lose face for the people of the Central Plains."

Facing Bai Hao's comfort, Youla nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, while Kalia curled her lips and said, "There's no such rich buffet of delicious food here..."

Bai Hao shook his head helplessly and smiled. Just as he was about to say something, Qingyun Lay Buddhist came over, bowed to Bai Hao and said, "My friend, since you are here, you are a participant. You might as well write a few poems. There is no need for neat parallelism and gorgeous words. Just treat it as an experience of our Eastern Land poetry gathering."

Faced with the cordial invitation from Mr. Qingyun, Bai Hao could hardly refuse and could only nod to accept. Then he took the paper, pen and ink handed to him by the monk and began to ponder with his head down.

"Kan, Xiaohao, can you still write poetry?" Olmia, who was standing by, couldn't help but ask when she saw Bai Hao thinking hard.

Hearing this, Bai Hao subconsciously looked up at Olmia, who looked a little unnatural. This was the first time she called herself "Xiao Hao", but seeing Olmia's somewhat embarrassed posture, Bai Hao swallowed his doubts.

"Haha, I've read some poetry and prose in Campbell's College, so I know some of the rules, but I've never written a poem before."

Bai Hao's words were not meant to be modest. He had been in the Walterland continent for more than ten years, and he had almost never taken the initiative to read any poetry. He was only forced to read some classics when he was learning etiquette.

But what’s interesting is that the East, as the birthplace of bards, is also the birthplace of poetry. The format of its poems and songs is almost the same as the Tang and Song poems of Bai Hao’s previous life in Daxia.

Although Bai Hao had never been interested in liberal arts, in order to cope with the nine years of compulsory education and the college entrance examination in Da Xia in his previous life, Bai Hao still memorized many classics.

Thinking of this, Bai Hao subconsciously curled his lips, looked at the group of Eastern poets shaking their heads around him and chuckled, "Then let's give it a try."