chapter 7 Dou Shi

"This is it."

Following the direction pointed by passers-by, Pascal Amos and the two came to a rather unique park. The house was lined with cherry blossom trees, and pink petals covered the ground. In addition, there were few pedestrians here, making it very quiet.

Yayuan is one of the most comfortable residences in Xuanzhou Mansion School. Most of the students who can live here are from family backgrounds, and most of them belong to noble families. Otherwise, they would not be able to pay the high accommodation fees.

Stepping into the courtyard, Pascal Amos looked up and saw a blue figure, holding a silver long sword, dancing gracefully on tiptoe.

In the windows on both sides of the courtyard, people's heads could be vaguely seen surging, obviously peeking at the woman dancing her sword.

"I just looked at it and avoided looking at it. Is it necessary?"

Pascal Amos eyes circled around the curvy body of the woman in blue, then nodded with satisfaction, "Nice figure."

As if she heard Pascal Amos's voice, the woman in blue froze slightly, then slowly turned around, and an alluring face came into view.

A flash of surprise flashed across the eyes of the woman in blue, but it disappeared without a trace in just a moment, and everyone changed into a cold color. She said in a cold voice: "I remember I really wanted to say that I don't want to do anything when I practice swordsmanship." Don’t be disturbed by anyone, otherwise once you are discovered by me, you will receive a sword from me, right?”

Hearing this, Pascal Amos face changed slightly, but Xuan Ji quickly calmed down and said with a smile: "Ignorance is not guilty. This is my first time here. I don't know the girl's rules. Please forgive me."

No wonder there was no one around to watch. It turned out to be this reason, but when Pascal Amos knew it, it was already too late.

"Draw your sword." The woman in blue said without changing her expression.

Pascal Amos continued with a smile on his face and said: "Girl, if you have something to say, why bother to use violence..."

call out!

The woman in blue moved, and the long sword was swung out in an instant, with the tip of the sword touching Pascal Amos's throat.

Gudong!

The smile on Pascal Amos's face disappeared in an instant, and he swallowed hard. His heart felt cold, and he secretly cursed that he had such bad luck today, as he met a tigress as soon as he entered the school gate.

"Ahem, girl, you and I are students of a government school and both are literati. How can we always use force to solve problems? I don't think it's better than this. You and I will win by fighting poems. If we lose, we will stand How about I hold your sword without moving?"

After thinking for a long time, Pascal Amos finally came up with such an escape plan. The aura on this woman's body was powerful, and she was obviously a swordsman. Even a single sword blow was not something that an ordinary person like Pascal Amos could withstand.

"Do you want to fight for poetry?" The woman in blue raised a mocking arc on her lips and withdrew the sword in her hand.

"That's right, why don't you dare? If you don't dare, forget it. I happen to have something important to do, so why don't we just forget it..."

The woman in blue said coldly: "Come on the question."

At this time, around the two of them, a large number of onlookers had gathered, and they were talking incessantly.

"This guy is new here, he actually dares to compete with Miss Harleigh Cyrus in poetry."

"Yes, who is Miss Harleigh? She is a famous talented woman in our Xuanzhou Prefecture. This stupid young boy is going to be in bad luck."

Just as the crowd was talking about it, a chubby figure came over. It was Nichola Benz. After seeing what was going on in the field, he looked slightly surprised.

"Well, isn't this Pascal Amos? What happened?"

After he finished speaking, the person next to him glanced at him and said angrily: "Do you know that kid on the field? Let him come down quickly. Don't be embarrassed. Do you want to compete with Miss Harleigh for poetry? Isn't that asking for abuse?"

"Dou Shi?"

Nichola Benz glanced at Pascal Amos not far away in surprise. As far as he knew, Pascal Amos didn't seem to be good at anything other than eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. When did he learn to write poetry?

…

After pondering for a while, Pascal Amos said: "The most common thing in this yard is cherry blossoms, and the most beautiful ones are also cherry blossoms. We will use this as our theme. What do you think?"

"Sakura?"Harleigh Cyrus's pretty face fluctuated, but just for a moment, she nodded, "Okay, I'll go first."

"Please."Pascal Amos took a few steps back and distanced himself from the girl.

Harleigh Cyrus moved lightly and walked back and forth under the brilliant cherry blossom trees, with a thoughtful look in her beautiful eyes.

There was silence in the huge courtyard. Everyone knew that Harleigh Cyrus was brewing. At this time, they must not make any sound to avoid interrupting the other party.

This silence lasted less than three minutes.

"The grass is plentiful in March, and the mountain cherry blossoms are not thin."

"The weather is good in Yayuan, and there is no place where we can't rely on each other."

The sounds of each word come out of the girl's mouth like the sound of nature, and each word is pearl-like, leading people into the poetry of a picture scroll.

"What a poem!"

"It's truly a masterpiece!"

…

There were cheers of applause among the people who were watching. Among them were Harleigh Cyrus's die-hard fans, but there were also some scholars with true knowledge and insights.

"It is indeed a masterpiece."

Even if Pascal Amos was not a literature major in his previous life, he could still feel the wonderful artistic conception from this poem. The language is concise and does not need to be any more or less, it is just right.

"It's your turn."Harleigh Cyrus glanced at Pascal Amos coldly.

"Let me think for a moment."

A smile appeared on Pascal Amos lips, and he slowly closed his eyes.

five minutes later.

"What the hell is this kid doing? Is this okay? It's been so long and I still can't hold back a word!" Some people couldn't help it.

"Don't worry, poetry requires artistic conception. Not everyone is as talented as Miss Harleigh. Give him a little more time." The person next to him advised.

"I'm afraid that he is just stalling for time. If you believe his evil intentions, what kind of artistic conception do you think you can get by keeping your eyes closed?"

"Wait a minute, Miss Harleigh is not in a hurry. Why are you in a hurry?"

…

Ten minutes later, Pascal Amos was still closing his eyes to rest.

Seeing this, Harleigh Cyrus frowned slightly. If she hadn't seen Pascal Amos's thighs shaking all the time, she would have really doubted whether the other party was asleep.

However, she could keep her composure, because if she interrupted Pascal Amos at this time, the other party might immediately lie and say that she interrupted his mood for no reason, and then it would be difficult to defend herself.

However, Harleigh Cyrus endurance does not mean that everyone has the patience to wait.

"You brat, are you okay? If you can't compose a poem, then give up immediately. Don't waste your time!"

"Yeah, it's been so long, it's okay to just say something..."

Most of the people who were watching were impatient. They felt that Pascal Amos was just a loser and could not recite poems.

"Ahem..."

Pascal Amos moved and cleared his throat, but did not open his eyes, and recited loudly:

"Wherever the mourning kite is taken care of, the cherry blossoms will always hang on the shore."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was shocked, because the first two sentences alone showed great skill and were worth pondering and thought-provoking.

Pascal Amos did not pause and continued chanting:

"How long will the cherry blossoms bloom? I don't know how long the willows will be green and the peaches will be red."

"I advise you not to ask about Fang Fei's festival. The storm in my hometown is desolate."

…

Listen, where does the sound of the guzheng come from, and why does it turn so suddenly?

The cherry blossoms passed away and spread all over the ground, making Yangliu Bank feel extremely desolate.

Ask those green willows and peach blossoms, when did the cherry blossoms bloom? There is no answer to everything. Please stop asking about the flowering period. How long can the cherry blossoms in this garden bloom under this miserable wind and rain?

The artistic conception of this poem is more profound than the one by Harleigh Cyrus, and at the same time, it has more charm.

What an eternal quatrain!

Harleigh Cyrus also had a rare look of shock on her pretty face. She looked at the slightly thin Liu Chen in disbelief. Is the person who can recite such a poem really just a young man?

The crowd, after a brief silence, finally erupted suddenly.

"This is a moment to witness history, buddy, have you written down the poem?" Someone reacted immediately and yelled at the person next to him.

"No, I was so absorbed in listening just now that I completely forgot about it."

"Fuck, your sister, you will forget all this."

…

Looking at all this, Pascal Amos just snickered secretly. How could he recite a poem? This poem was a masterpiece by the great poet Li Shangyin in his previous life. It was used to kill a little girl instantly. Isn't it a piece of cake?

As for the way he closed his eyes and meditated just now, it was all an act, with no artistic conception. He was afraid that others would be suspicious if he recited it too fast, so he was just pretending, although no one would know who the real author of this poem was. But after all, it’s better to be cautious.

"What's your name?"Harleigh Cyrus stared at Pascal Amos with a glint in her eyes.