Martial Arts: Starting with Creating a Genius Persona

Chapter 23 Using Martial Arts to Convey the Way

"If you can't win an argument with the talented Gu, you throw stones! What kind of person are you, a mere brute!"

Several men hired by the Blood Wolf Gang, who were scattered in the audience, immediately joined in the laughter.

Zhao Tianxiong skimmed the foam off the cup without making a sound, but the smile on his lips never faded.

Several students from the academy who had accompanied Gu Tingzhi also joined in the commotion.

These students weren't hired by the Blood Wolf Gang; they were just there for the fun of it.

The stone powder gradually settled.

All eyes were fixed on the dissipating smoke and dust.

Tie Heng put down his teacup and straightened up, while Qin Lie leaned slightly forward from his seat.

They both saw it clearly.

The stone dust that filled the air did not scatter or drift away in the night wind.

Instead, propelled by the palm wind, it slowly sank along unseen paths.

It was so precise, as if an invisible hand was placing it.

Each pinch of stone dust landed where it was supposed to.

In the blink of an eye, the stone powder from the entire landscape stone was laid out on the blue brick ground, forming a long and short poem.

"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace. I long to ride the wind and return, but I fear the jade towers and crystal palaces are too cold at such heights. I dance with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the mortal world?"

Tie Heng read it out word by word.

"The moon turns through the red pavilion, shines low through the embroidered window, illuminating my sleepless night. There should be no resentment, yet why is the moon always full when we are apart? People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and such things have always been imperfect. I only wish that we may live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."

Both on and off the stage, there was complete silence.

silence.

A long, suffocating silence.

Even a three-year-old child can recite several poems about the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

But at that moment, every scholar present realized the same thing.

All my life's learning is insignificant compared to this poem.

Besides, how did he do it?

The bluestone was smashed into powder, which instantly solidified into verses.

This kind of control...

Could it be that Lu Yuan before me already possesses talent?

"Not only these, there are more over there!"

Someone in the crowd screamed.

Look in the direction the person is pointing.

"The bright moon rises over the sea, and we share this moment though we are far apart. Lovers lament the long night, their longing rising with the evening."

Just four short sentences.

There seems to be more later, but there's clearly not enough stone powder.

"Lovers lament the long night, their longing rising with the passing of time." Qin Zhao stared at these two lines, lost in thought.

"What was his state of mind when he wrote these two lines? Who does the 'lover' refer to?"

Suddenly, she thought of something, and her cheeks flushed.

Qin Lie softly recited the line "May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, though separated by a thousand miles" twice.

Gazing at the shimmering water below the platform and the reflection of the full moon on its surface, he nodded slightly after a long while.

"Such beautiful words deserve a cup of wine."

The admiration in Tie Heng's eyes was almost overflowing:

"The bright moon rises over the sea; we share this moment though we are far apart."

"These two lines are enough to be passed down through the ages."

Both Tie Heng and Qin Lie are at the Meridian Opening Realm.

It's clear that Lu Yuan didn't actually use any of his talents.

It was just Lu Yuan moving it with the wind of his palm.

"He could shatter stone with his palm and compose words from stone powder; his control over force was so precise."

The poem seems to be carved into this stone, and the palm strike is more steady than a carving knife.

Since the founding of our Iron Bone Sect, we have never seen such a sight.

He paused, his voice carrying an barely suppressed tremor.

"Strength contains literature, and literature contains strength."

He shattered the rocks with his Rock-Smashing Palm, but he couldn't break a single word.

This kind of control cannot be explained by the word "talent."

Zhao Li stood up from behind the low table on the west side and said only two words: "Good words."

The literati in the audience who had started the commotion looked as if they had swallowed a fly.

The Blood Wolf Gang members had already fallen silent and quietly took a half-step back.

Just then, notification sounds rang in Lu Yuan's mind one after another.

[Entering the Dao through Literature (White → Green)]: Evolution. You have entered the path of poetry, and the effect of literature influencing martial arts is further enhanced.

The second sound followed immediately, almost overlapping with the first.

[New entry: Martial Arts as a Vehicle for the Way (Blue)]: Most people believe that your martial arts skills can serve as a vehicle for "literary principles." Strength is the ink and brush, and techniques are the writing.

Effect: It can mobilize your own blood and qi to transform into some talent, and the influence of talent on your own blood and qi is further reduced.

Using martial arts to convey moral principles.

Blue-level entry.

"Hehe, not bad!"

Lu Yuan turned and walked off the stage.

I had only taken two steps when a voice came from behind me—

"stop!"

Gu Tingzhi stood still, his fist clenching and unclenching.

The mask of gentle elegance on his face finally cracked.

He took a deep breath, as if to bolster his courage.

"You...you must have copied this poem. How could such a piece be written so casually?"

Unless... you compose another one right here on the spot!

Several students from the academy behind them also joined in the clamor, initially just echoing their sentiments.

Later, several voices in the crowd also said...

"Such exquisite words can't just come out of your mouth."

"Maybe it was copied."

Although some people whispered

"Even if it was copied, the fact that he could crush a stone into powder with his palm and still arrange the words into a poem shows his real skill."

Before Lu Yuan could speak, Qin Zhao stepped forward.

"Shameless! Just because his lyrics are good doesn't mean he copied them?"

You, Gu, the great talent, wrote those poems?

"The top scholar of Qingzhou, can't accept defeat?"

Lu Yuan raised his hand to stop Qin Zhao.

He turned around, looked at Gu Tingzhi, and suddenly smiled.

These people will always be like this.

He was told he was good at solving riddles by Miss Qin, and he copied lyrics.

They couldn't accept that a martial artist was more literary than them.

Since that's the case!

He wouldn't mind reinforcing his understanding further.

He spread his hands.

"Set a question."

Gu Tingzhi was stunned: "What?"

"You give me the topic, I'll write the poem."

"You just want to prove that my poem is plagiarized, right? Here's your chance."

Zhao Tianxiong originally thought that Lu Yuan had once again outmaneuvered him.

Upon seeing this scene, his previously dim eyes immediately brightened again.

"Since you're not satisfied, then I'll give you a challenge. An impromptu poem on the spot."

"If even a single word is copied from predecessors, I, Lu Yuan, will kowtow three times to you on this stage today."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to everyone present.

mad!

They're incredibly arrogant!

For a moment, no one could tell whether Lu Yuan was bluffing or genuinely had the strength to back it up.

The moonlight shone on him, casting a silvery glow on his long robe.

Gu Tingzhi gritted his teeth and glanced around the stage.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Qin Zhao, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Then let's..." He raised his hand and pointed at Qin Zhao.

"Using Miss Qin as the theme."

Lu Yuan looked at Qin Zhao, whose face appeared exceptionally handsome in the moonlight.

It's just describing a beautiful woman!

Without hesitation, Lu Yuan recited it aloud.

"The clouds resemble rainbows and the flowers resemble beautiful faces; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade and the dew is heavy. If not seen on the Jade Mountain, then met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

The entire venue fell silent once again.

It wasn't the kind of silence that came from being stunned by "Prelude to Water Melody," but a different kind of silence.

The poem's undisguised beauty left me speechless in a stunned silence.

Qin Zhao stood there, her pretty face turning bright red in an instant.

Gu Tingzhi opened his mouth, then closed it again.

The topic he set was "Using Miss Qin as the subject".

He didn't know that these two lines were from a famous poem from another world, but he knew one thing.

He couldn't write those two lines of poetry.

No talented scholar in Qingzhou City could write it.

In the long silence and reflection of everyone,

Lu Yuan had already left the venue.

He regrets that this understanding may not be strong enough.

There are no signs that any of the entries related to literature and literature are going to be upgraded.

"Well, today's trip wasn't a complete loss."

After hearing the poem Lu Yuan wrote for him, Qin Zhao was in a daze.

After Lu Yuan left the venue, he followed silently behind him.

a long time.

The two returned to the stone lion.

"Thank you, I had a great day."

"You're welcome. Actually, we could..."

Before Lu Yuan could finish speaking, Qin Zhao interrupted and asked.

"What was the name of your last poem?"

What's your name?

Over time, he forgot the title of Li Bai's poem.

Lu Yuan glanced at Qin Zhao and replied without hesitation, "To Qin Zhao!"

The blush that had faded from Qin Zhao's face instantly returned, even more intense than before.

She glanced around and, seeing no one was around, quickly kissed Lu Yuan on the cheek.

"Thank you!"

Then she ran away shyly.

Lu Yuan was left standing there, stunned and unable to react.