Chapter 1446 - 1447: Two Big Branches
Yang Fei said, blowing a puff of mythical air into his palm exaggeratedly, his eyes slanted at Lv Changqing.
"Huaxia Kung Fu, world-renowned, I happen to know a couple of moves, Black Tiger Heart Pluck, Great Sage Picks Peaches, Buddha Shadowless Kick, watch out!"
He said while putting on airs and random moves, his posture graceful, looking both handsome and cool.
These actions by Yang Fei were all learned from movies.
In the eyes of experts, this was obviously just flowery fists and fancy footwork, but it could fool many ordinary people.
A few days ago, the Luoshanji Liu Zhengxiang incident caused quite a stir.
A single Huaxia Martial Artist overturned the entire East Asia Martial Arts Alliance, plus all sorts of online pushers adding fuel to the fire, Huaxia Kung Fu re-entered the public's view.
So when Lv Changqing saw Yang Fei's appearance, he dared not duel him, merely snorted.
"I am a scholar, I want to fight you with literature."
Upon hearing this, Yang Fei had a sinking feeling, knowing things were not going well.
This Old Maozi read so many poems, is he going to ask me for a poetry duel?
Sure enough, Lv Changqing gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
"I am well-read, extremely talented, I want to duel you with poetry and couplets so Susu knows I am the most suitable person for her."
Yang Fei was stunned, suddenly forced a smile: "Brother Changqing, why take it so seriously?"
"Actually, Susu and I both know you are proficient in Huaxia classical culture, but I'm not bad either... Shall we spar another day?"
Lv Changqing saw Yang Fei deliberately avoiding, knowing this guy was unsure inside, rejoiced immensely, and became even more aggressive.
"No way, back then Susu once said, she most despised ignorant, vulgar people."
"I must expose you, let her know the gap between you and him."
In his life, Yang Fei, speaking of Martial Arts Skills, sniping to kill, even swimming, cooking, sewing, and barbecuing, there's hardly anything he can't do.
However, when it comes to Huaxia traditional culture, his brain is completely blank.
Susu snorted, coldly said.
"Yang Fei, competing with him, you are a disciple of the national study master Ling Muxue, can you really not beat a foreigner?"
Yang Fei heard the name "Ling Muxue" felt somewhat familiar, but no matter what he couldn't remember where he heard it.
With a bitter face, he glanced at Susu but said nothing more.
In modern society, this kind of classical poetry duel is nearly extinct except for classical literature clubs.
Upon hearing this, everyone became interested and gathered around to watch.
Lv Changqing, seeing everyone gathered around, got even more enthusiastic.
He wanted to humiliate Yang Fei fiercely in front of everyone.
If things go this way, Susu's impression of Yang Fei would plummet, and she might look at him, the victor, differently.
Yang Fei was extremely tense, gunfire and rain of bullets, charging was not a problem.
But this literary activity truly troubled him.
Lv Changqing unhurriedly took out a folding fan from behind his head, snapped it open, shook it, looking at Yang Fei with satisfaction.
"Huaxia culture, my favorite, is poetry."
"The neat pairing of poetry, the mysterious rhythms, I always believe are the essence of human civilization, shall we duel with poetry?"
Although there was no cold sweat on Yang Fei's forehead, he still wiped it, bracing himself.
"Alright, you start with the topic then?"
Lv Changqing chuckled, unhurriedly began to chant.
"A banana tree, two big forked branches."
When this was said, everyone's faces went blank, Susu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Yang Fei was shocked, thinking this guy was deliberately playing with him.
But seeing him lightly shake the folding fan, looking modest, like a well-read scholar from ancient times, how could he be joking?
However, this kind of couplet was straightforward and juvenile, simply like something a primary school student would write.
This fellow is a post-graduate of Huaxia classical culture, is this all he can manage?
Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, this guy wasn't here for a poetry duel, he was simply here to make a fool of himself.
Lv Changqing heard everyone laugh, seeing Yang Fei dumbfounded, thought his upper line was extremely difficult, had stumped Yang Fei.
He was immediately smug and urged Yang Fei with his half-familiar Chinese.
"Come on, why aren't you responding?"
Yang Fei couldn't stop grinning, realized this guy was an idiot.
Dueling poetry with such a person was simply a disgrace to literature.
He deliberately furrowed his brows, pretending to be deep in thought, while Lv Changqing kept urging him: "Come, continue off it."
Yang Fei laughed heartily and casually replied: "Without yielding golden fruits, first bloom the white jade flowers."
Such couplets, students of the Chinese language major present could casually respond.
Yet hearing Yang Fei's brilliant response, they couldn't help but cheer loudly.
Listening to the cheers, Yang Fei was smugly pleased.
This Old Maozi's Chinese level was so poor, yet he tried to engage in poetic dueling, it was simply like playing an easy boss in a game for Yang Fei.
And bullying the weak, beating a drowning dog is one of Yang Fei's favorites.
Lv Changqing saw Yang Fei easily replied with the lower half and paused in shock, then his anger rose.
"Consider yourself passing, continue, a flock of geese in the Southeast, whoosh over the tiled surface."
Susu couldn't hold it anymore, covered her mouth with her hand, turned away, shoulders shaking nonstop, struggling hard to fight the laughter.
In the middle of everyone's laughter, only Yang Fei said seriously.
"Such~poetry, such~poetry, hear me reply with the lower half."
Saying this, he took a stance, his expression solemn.
"For such a difficult upper half of the poem, I must invoke all my life's force to respond, listen carefully."
He said, and even he couldn't hold back the laughter starting to burst out: "The cold pool reflects remaining shadows, a mast far across the Yangtze River."
Everyone hearing his splendid response couldn't help but cheer loudly.
Susu turned around, looked at Yang Fei with joy in her eyes.
Honestly, these two lines of poetry, even Yang Fei didn't know how they popped out of his mouth.
After reciting them, he realized their distant artistic conception and deep foundation.
Yang Fei knew his lost memory started causing trouble again, possibly related to the national study master Ling Muxue that Susu mentioned.
Lv Changqing was both surprised and furious.
Having earnestly studied Huaxia poetry for two years, he believed he knew Huaxia culture very well, occasionally spoke fluently, being even more conceited.
But now, meeting Yang Fei, he understood the vast difference between himself and a true national study master.
This fellow clenched his teeth, simply blurted out his proud composition.
"From afar a big stone looks big, up close a big stone."
Yang Fei laughed heartily, followed up.
"Be it lion, tiger, or dragon, near, far, high, low, each is unique."
Lv Changqing saw him respond again, was both shocked and furious.
"A star in the sky, lonely bones on the ground."
Yang Fei laughed so hard he held his belly, had to use Essence Qi to steady his breath, waving his hand.
"Well then, let me present the topic, if you can respond, I will give up on Susu, and never see her again."
Lv Changqing utterly defeated, upon hearing Yang Fei's words, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Really? Please present the topic."
Yang Fei tried his best to hold back laughter: "Qin, Se, Pipa, and Lute, Eight Great Kings all bear the countenance, can you respond?"
Lv Changqing heard this, instantly dumbfounded.
These few characters he hadn't even heard of, how could he possibly respond?