608: Zhou Wuji's Poetry

Five Directions City, Zhou family inn.

Amidst the desolate autumn rain, the streets outside the inn were all covered in a greyish-white watery sheen under the dim sky.

Inside the inn, however, it was bustling with noise.

By the window, a man wrapped in a large white sable coat was looking at the river view outside the window, calmly drinking warm tea.

The man seemed to be enjoying the scenery, but in reality, a part of his attention was on the people at a nearby table who were talking.

"What I said is true! That road was directly buried by a landslide, and a large patch of skulls was exposed just like that!"

"I heard from a friend who works for the government that those skulls were originally from the mass grave in our Northern Side's Yushan County. I don't know why, but they traveled dozens of miles and ended up on the road to the Big City on our Northern Side!"

"There are even seven or eight skulls in the mountain forest from Yushan County to that Landslide area (landslide area). According to my friend who works for the government, these skulls are rushing towards us!"

Four men were sitting around a wooden table.

These four people were wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes, which were damp and reflected a wrinkled hemp color, indicating that they had obviously been exposed to the rain for a long time before arriving at the inn.

Looking at the self-defense weapons beside them and their dark skin, it was not difficult to guess that they were from industries such as merchant escorts or hunters who traveled outside.

The one who spoke was a man who had placed his simple saber on the table in front of him.

"You're just bragging. Can skulls walk? Or is someone so full they're stealing skulls? I think it's just a mass grave that collapsed."

"A more credible explanation should be that many years ago, some evil "Tu" used human heads to build a Jingguan (Jing Guan), which is why they all look like skulls." A short man next to him shook his head, not believing it.

"Yes, I also think Short Radish's analysis is not bad." Another one of the four expressed his opinion.

"You don't believe me?" The man who spoke about the skulls said in a bad mood.

"I believe you!" Suddenly, the man among the four who had not spoken, with his muddy, Chang Fa Nan, said with a somewhat tense breath: "I came from Fuling City in the East. On the way here, I also encountered a landslide!"

Speaking of this, the Chang Fa Nan's tone suddenly became panicked, as if he had witnessed something so terrifying that he couldn't control himself: "Arms, all arms! In the land that came down from the landslide in the East, arms were stuck in the dirt like worms, densely packed!"

"It's impossible for there to be arms in that place. I clearly remember that I once dug a Snake hole there and caught a three-meter Great Serpent, which I sold for two taels of silver."

"You don't know, I dug more than two meters deep at that time, and I filled the soil back myself!"

"But it's only been a few days! Less than half a month later, after I passed by there again, I encountered a landslide. How could there be so many arms in that place?!"

"This is impossible! I dug so much soil there, and I never saw arms before! Those hands, those pale hands, were like they were alive, crawling to that place!"

The man's voice, even in the noisy environment and lively atmosphere of the inn, carried a strong tremor.

However, because there were people around, his words eventually stabilized.

By the window, the man had been quietly listening to the conversation of these few people.

His originally relaxed brows also furrowed slightly under some inexplicable emotion.

"Young Master, Wanhua Brothel invites you to attend a poetry gathering tonight." The maid came quickly to the man who was enjoying the view by the window, holding an invitation.

"Wanhua Brothel?" Zhou Wuji withdrew his gaze from the river view outside the window and took the invitation handed by the maid.

After transmigrating from his era, Zhou Wuji had gained a general understanding of this World these past few days.

There was basically no significant difference between here and his World.

The only slight difference was that he always heard some stories about Gods and Ghosts.

Also, there were actually chivalrous individuals in this World who could wrestle with lions and tigers and walk on rivers.

Other than that, there wasn't much difference.

And as for the existence of Wanhua Brothel in Five Directions City, he also understood that generally speaking, Wanhua Brothel would not deliberately invite him, especially since in the original host's memory, there had never been such a situation.

"So, there are guests coming." Zhou Wuji looked at the information mentioned on it.

He had no interest in such invitations.

Participate and flatter these official's Son of the Governor?

As he was thinking this, Zhou Wuji suddenly smelled a fragrant breeze.

With a slight glance, he saw a woman walking out of a private room on the second floor, carefully accompanied by her maid.

The woman wore a light pink silk dress, and a jade hairpin entwined with gold threads was inserted in her coiled hair.

On her beautiful face, a pair of round beautiful eyes were covered with a soft and intellectual beauty.

When the woman went downstairs, her gaze also met Zhou Wuji's.

"Only ten people in Five Directions City received the invitation. I just came out for a stroll and met one of them. What a coincidence." The woman covered her mouth and smiled, her gaze also seeing the invitation in Zhou Wuji's hand.

"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces, the spring breeze brushes the railing, dew is thick and beautiful."

"If not seen on the peak of Qunyu Mountain, one would meet at the Yao Terrace under the moon."

Looking at the woman in front of him, Zhou Wuji felt something and suddenly blurted out.

With pauses and inflections, it was as if the poem had just been thought up.

And the originally gentle woman, after hearing the words of the man by the window, was clearly stunned by the sudden poem.

"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces, the spring breeze brushes the railing, dew is thick and beautiful. If not seen on the peak of Qunyu Mountain, one would meet at the Yao Terrace under the moon... This poem?!" The woman's beautiful eyes fluttered slightly, and a strong sense of amazement was hidden in her eyes.

"Seeing this young lady, I felt something and just composed a poem to give as a gift." Zhou Wuji smiled indifferently, with a bit of the air of a literary talent.

"Composed on the spot? Are poems like this composed on the spot?!" The woman had lost her initial calm and composure after the man in front of her recited that poem: "I didn't expect that in this small Five Directions City, there would be a great poet like you, Young Master! Just the Young Master's poem on this trip has already made this Princess feel it was worth it."

"You flatter me." Zhou Wuji 'humbly' waved his hand.

"Young Master, you must participate in the poetry gathering at Wanhua Brothel tonight. This Princess thinks that Young Master might be the protagonist tonight." Finally, as she was leaving, the woman, with slightly red ear tips, instructed.

Her words made the maid behind her and the few guards further back flash with surprise in their eyes.

The Princess had never taken the initiative to invite any member of the opposite sex, and this kind of gathering like a poetry meeting was also unprecedented.

"Is there a prize?" The man asked with a clear objective.

This made the woman slightly stunned. After regaining her senses, she chuckled softly: "If Young Master wants a tangible reward, you can join this Princess's side and represent this Princess in a poetry duel with the poet recruited by that Son of the Governor."

"After winning, this Princess can promise Young Master one reasonable condition."

The woman's gentle words made Zhou Wuji ponder for a moment.

After a while, leaning against the window, he showed a mouthful of white teeth: "Then, is the young lady ready to fulfill my condition after the poetry gathering ends tonight?"

"Is Young Master so confident?"

Zhou Wuji shrugged: "The young lady said something right. If I participate in the poetry gathering tonight, I will definitely be the protagonist!"