I, Lin Chen, a third-rate online writer who relies on the words "terrible like this" and "this child must never stay", have traveled to a different world where a scholar controls the world.
Here, poems and songs inspire the aura of heaven and earth, the constitution of heaven is spoken in the mouth, and the wind and rain fall in the pen.
And I have become a good-for-nothing that is ridiculed by the whole continent. I have a rare "Nirvana Literary Heart" - unable to sense the slightest literary spirit.
At the Wenxin Spiritual Awakening Ceremony, geniuses recited quatrains to trigger visions. I was forced to go on stage and read out "Who is the Peak at the End of the Immortal Road?"
The whole audience burst into laughter, and I became the biggest laughing stock.
It wasn't until the enemy's literary sage came to the city with thousands of troops and horses, and when the whole city was in despair, I was pushed up the tower as a scapegoat.
Faced with the pressure of the destructive literary saint, I was so frightened that I blurted out a eulogy without control:
"If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?"
In an instant, the world was sad and the autumn wind was bleak.
The arrogant literary saint was struck by lightning, his Taoist heart was shattered, he vomited blood and fell from his horse!
The enemy army was scattered for hundreds of miles, and I became what they called a "walking damnation" in their eyes.
Now, all the major forces want to recruit me, the mysterious "Poetic Saint", the most beautiful women are making secret glances at me, and even the old enemies of the human race are beginning to inquire about my name.
But no one knew that I was hiding in my room and frantically flipping through the "Three Hundred Tang Poems and Song Ci" in my memory, sweating profusely.
"Help... I really can only recite poetry!"
"Next time, it will be more intense. Should I recite "Jian Jin Jiu" or "Man Jiang Hong"?"
