Doctor of Science's Journey into Another World

Chapter 342 The Most Perfect Unpolished Jade

Qingyun Layman couldn't help but walk to Bai Hao's side and said with sincere emotion: "I recognize your talent in these poems. It's hard to imagine that you are a Central Plains person who writes poems for the first time. If you are trained in my academy for a few years at this age, you will definitely become a great poet in the future!"

Bai Hao chuckled in response to the excited Qingyun Monk. Looking at the young talented poets around him who were discussing his poems enthusiastically, Bai Hao couldn't help but feel a little proud.

But Bai Hao knew very well that he was good at science, and this was also his greatest interest. Even if he could recite hundreds of Tang and Song poems and become a pseudo-literary giant, Bai Hao was destined not to waste time on this.

However, it is a wonderful thing to speak sweet words occasionally and make the women around you happy physically and mentally. Long before the emergence of swords and magic, words themselves can save souls.

Bai Hao had originally planned to end his trip to the Qingyun Poetry Festival, but someone suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes. Bai Hao turned his head in some surprise, and was shocked to see Youla looking at him with a resentful expression.

"Alas," Bai Hao sighed and bowed to Yang Xiaoyun, saying, "Senior, please write another one for me!"

The Qingyun Layman standing by couldn't believe what was happening, and he subconsciously exclaimed, "My friend, you actually have some ink in your belly? I really underestimated you!"

Bai Hao glanced at Youla beside him and said softly, "There are three beauties, and there must be three poems about them as well."

"What about me? What about me?" Hillelia pouted and said unhappily, "Am I not a beautiful woman?"

"Respected Pope of the Goddess of Life Sect, you are an elf, not a human!" At least not my beauty, Bai Hao thought secretly in his heart.

"Dear Kalia, look, your brother Bai Hao is there again..." Hillelia muttered while holding Kalia and chattering.

Ignoring Hirneliya's wailing, Bai Hao cleared his throat and said, "Its shape is as graceful as a startled swan and as gentle as a swimming dragon. It is as glorious as an autumn chrysanthemum and as flourishing as a spring pine. It is like a light cloud covering the moon and fluttering like snowflakes blown by the wind."

"From a distance, she is as bright as the sun in the morning glow; from close up, she is as bright as a lotus emerging from the green waves. She is slender and graceful, and her height and shortness are just right. Her shoulders are as sharp as a knife, and her waist is as thin as a willow. Her neck is long and her skin is white. Her beauty is unparalleled, and she cannot be covered by makeup. Her hair is piled high, and her eyebrows are long and beautiful. Her lips are bright, her teeth are white, her eyes are bright, and her cheeks are charming. She is gorgeous and elegant, and her manners are calm and relaxed. She is gentle and charming, and her words are charming."

Bai Hao paused, then exhaled softly and said, "Your eyes are full of energy, your face is smooth and shiny. You are silent but your breath is as fragrant as orchids. You are so beautiful and graceful that I forget to eat!"

After Bai Hao finished speaking, he closed his eyes and pretended to be immersed in it. However, the boiling atmosphere as before did not come. The entire Qingyun Academy remained eerily quiet at this moment.

"Hmm?" Although Bai Hao still had his eyes closed, he couldn't help but use his divine vision to see through his eyelids and observe the surrounding situation.

He saw everyone looking at him with their mouths wide open. Mr. Qingyun was even more shocked as he looked over and over again at the words written by Yang Xiaoyun. The more he looked, the more he nodded, and his face became unusually red.

Only Youla was holding Bai Hao with a silly smile. She had lived in the Western Regions since she was a child, and the Western culture she was exposed to made it difficult for her to understand Bai Hao's poems. She could not comprehend the obscure Eastern words in the poems, let alone appreciate them.

Youla simply felt that the number of words in the poem Bai Hao wrote for her was very large, much more than the poems of Olmia and Kalia combined. She felt that Bai Hao was special for her and was happy about it.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Master Qingyun said “good” three times in a row, each one louder and more powerful than the last. The last one even came out in the form of a roar. Everyone who was in a trance was awakened by Master Qingyun’s voice.

Yang Xiaoyun looked at Mr. Qingyun with some surprise. He rarely saw this old friend lose his composure like this. The last time Mr. Qingyun was so emotional was when he cut the ribbon for the newly built academy.

"I take back what I said before," Qingyun Lay Buddhist firmly supported Bai Hao's shoulders and said in a deep voice, "My dear friend, oh no, your literary talent really shocked me. I deeply admire your literary talent!"

"You are barely in your teens, not much different from my great-great-granddaughter. You have such a talent for poetry at this age. You are truly a rough jade. If you can carve it, your achievements in the future will surely surpass mine!"

Everyone around widened their eyes when they heard this. This was definitely the highest level of praise that Qingyun Jushi could ever give. To receive such praise from the leader of the Eastern literary world, Bai Hao's literary career could be said to have a bright future.

Bai Hao first returned the greeting respectfully to Qingyun Layman, then said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Senior, you really flatter me. How can my accidental mastery surpass the achievements of Layman over a hundred years? All the talented people present at this poem are..."

"No, it's impossible," Qingyun Layman rudely interrupted Bai Hao's humble and polite words, and said righteously: "Don't mention the hundreds of young talents present, even I can't come up with such a masterpiece in several months!"

"And you have never written a poem before, but you copied it today and it turned out to be so amazing. In terms of talent in poetry and literature, I am indeed not as good as you. No, you are even the best I have ever seen..."

Looking at the emotional Qingyun Monk, Bai Hao couldn't help but twitch his lips. It seemed that he had memorized the text too much.

Afterwards, Mr. Qingyun held Bai Hao's hand and kept persuading him to join the academy. He even planned to accept Bai Hao as his only disciple, a true disciple.

Mr. Qingyun also wanted to close the academy directly after accepting Bai Hao as his disciple, concentrate on educating Bai Hao, and strive to pass on all his life's learning before his death.

Mr. Qingyun is just a mortal without any magical talent. He has lived for more than a hundred years. Although he is still in good health, he is not an elf or an orc after all. Perhaps he will die of old age in a few years.

Qingyun Jushi felt that it was his luck, but also his misfortune, to meet Bai Hao when his life was about to come to an end.

In Qingyun Jushi's opinion, there is no doubt that if Bai Hao is trained, his future achievements will definitely surpass his own, and he may even reach the highest position in the literary world that cannot be estimated.

This was the intuitive feeling that Bai Hao's impromptu poem today brought to Qingyun Jushi. A foreign boy who had never composed a poem before could actually compose a poem that he himself could not find any fault with.

If this isn’t genius, then what is? Qingyun Jushi firmly believed that Bai Hao was the most perfect unpolished gem he had ever met.