Comprehension Ability: I Come From the Great Emperor Family Chapter 231 - 187: A Frog in a Well, Aspiring to See the Moo

Xian Banng secretly praised, looking at Su Changqing with even brighter eyes, his fondness multiplying.

"Brother Chang Qing, take care."

Zhou Yu couldn’t help but show admiration, bowing in respect.

At this mont, those who had just mocked and directly provoked, like Chu Ze and others, were now filled with sha and anger.

If only Su Changqing would curse them a couple of tis.

But to let it go so lightly, made them seem like clowns, sharp-tongued and bitter, feeling agony as if they could spit blood.

"Su brother, please stay."

Just as Su Changqing was about to leave, a young man holding a folding fan smilingly blocked his path.

"What’s the matter, Dao brother?"

"Su brother, with such great talent, why leave so hastily?"

"It’s just that our paths differ."

Feng Ling sneered upon hearing this, "Oh, what a line about differing paths."

"Su brother showcases his skills and intends to leave gracefully, but where does that leave us?"

Su Changqing paused at these words, speaking speechlessly, "Do you want to curse you before I leave?"

"Su brother, you’re joking."

Feng Ling said with a half-smile, "We can’t let Su brother steal all the glory while we watch longingly, can we?"

"We have already witnessed your musical prowess, Su brother, how about we compete once more?"

"This ti let’s focus on calligraphy and poetry, with Xian Banng as the the, feel free to express."

These words brightened the eyes of everyone present, looking at Su Changqing with cold smiles.

Showcasing your superiority and trying to escape? Things are not that easy.

They must overshadow Su Changqing once to regain lost face, or how would Xian Banng view them?

They could not win in music, but they did not believe Su Changqing would excel in other areas!

Feng Ling, the son of the Feng family, practiced Confucianism.

His calligraphy was not yet mastered, but its essence was forming, and his poetry was unmatched.

Using the Four Arts of Confucianism to surpass Su Changqing, although still far from matching that stunning music,

but at least they could reclaim so dignity.

"Su brother, you can’t just leave after defeating Chu brother with what you’re good at, can you?"

"Indeed, even if calligraphy isn’t your strength, with Feng brother inviting you, you should give him so credit."

"Heh, I bet he’s just afraid of losing, probably only his music is presentable..."

Everyone chid in one by one, completely cornering Su Changqing.

Zhou Yu frowned tightly, Xian Banng’s face turned slightly cold.

They could see these young talents were not willing to let go and wanted to pressure Su Changqing once.

"Seems I have to compete before I can leave?"

Repeated provocations annoyed Su Changqing quite a bit, "Whatever, please hurry, Brother Feng, I’m pressed for ti."

"Haha, alright."

Upon hearing Su Changqing agree, Feng Ling picked up a grand brush from the nearby table, and with strokes like dragons, he wrote two verses of poetry.

The poetry was catchy, the characters flowed like streams, and the atmosphere was extraordinary.

Everyone present was full of praise, the calligraphy at the level of ’Intention’, already showing a masterful style.

"Su brother, it’s your turn."

Feng Ling looked at Su Changqing with a confident smile.

Everyone present also looked over, with half-smiles, thinking about how to comnt shortly.

Su Changqing’s expression remained normal, picking up the grand brush from the table, he wrote two brief lines of poetry with strokes like flying dragons.

"Farewell, everyone."

Without waiting for the outco, Su Changqing slightly cupped his hands and turned to leave.

But at this mont, mocking voices resounded from behind him.

"Haha, it’s actually a blank page, afraid to even make a stroke?"

"Heh, seems he knew he’d lose, just avoiding disgrace."

"Look at how fast Su brother is leaving, hahaha...."

The mocking voices behind made Su Changqing pause slightly.

He did not beco angry, rely shaking his head and laughing twice, "A frog in a well, how can it see the moon in the sky?"

"Paths differ, paths differ indeed, hahaha."

Accompanied by hearty laughter, Su Changqing left the courtyard without a trace of reluctance.

Everyone present looked at each other in confusion, not understanding Su Changqing’s words.

At this mont, Xian Banng looked at Su Changqing’s departing figure, then slowly approached the table where Su Changqing had written, lowered her head and looked.

"This is..."

Upon sensing it seriously, Xian Banng couldn’t help showing a look of astonishnt.

She could not see the words on the paper, but she could feel the overwhelming Dao rhythm.

"Xian Fairy, what’s there to see on a blank paper?"

Feng Ling ca while holding a swaying fan, smiling as he said, "This is the poetry I wrote for Xian Fairy, hope you like it."

He then handed out the poem he had just written.

However, Xian Banng did not turn around, still frowning at the blank sheet in her hand.

After a mont, she seed to think of sothing, her eyes slightly trembling.

Sizzle!

Immaculately pure Spiritual Power surged, infused into the blank paper.

At that mont...

"Roar!"

The earth-shaking roar of a dragon echoed through the courtyard.

Suddenly, from the blank paper, fish transford into dragons, soaring into the sky.

Boundless Dao rhythm erupted, with fish and dragons dancing together!

The courtyard, which had been slightly noisy, fell silent once more.

Everyone stared at the sky dumbfounded, eyes filled with bewildered awe.

"Again... entry into the Dao."

Xian Banng’s slightly trembling voice sounded, looking in the direction where Su Changqing had left with incredibility.

Music, entry into the Dao.

Calligraphy, actually also entry into the Dao!

This Su gentleman... reached such heights in the Confucian path.

Thinking of the young man’s hearty laugh just now, Xian Banng absent-mindedly looked up.

"Turn back and smile, captivating endless charms..."

"Palace beauties lose their colors..."

Xian Banng’s eyes once again showed shock, whispering tremulously, "Is it written about ?"

"Indeed... so beautiful."

These two brief lines of poetry did not describe her beauty.

Yet it reached the utmost beauty.

The palace hosts countless beauties, gathering all the world’s beauty, yet the smile of the beauty made the palace beauties lose their colors...