I Can See Your Combat Power - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Chapter 221: Dreams (2)

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Dreams that would be ridiculed if spoken out loud are the ones worth realizing. Even if you trip and fall, the posture is still valiant.

Old Master Xu looked at the vast sky and laughed, realizing how thrilling it is to share your dreams with friends, especially when you feel their blessings. If he were to speak these words in the Xu Clan, he didn’t know how many people would scoff at his delusions of grandeur.

In Middle Ying City, even if he had already crushed all the warriors of the Xu Clan who entered the Mortal Realm, he would be accused of only relying on the risks of exhausting his bodily resources. They would say that if this continues, and his vital force were to exhaust, how would he increase his cultivation level? Rumors spread over time eventually become fact. When dealing with his clan brothers, he always felt a certain disdain from them.

But he didn’t feel any of this from Mi Bai and Tang Luo. This was truly wonderful.

Lord Longwind turned around excitedly and asked, “What about you two? Do you have dreams?”

Everyone needs dreams, otherwise, is there any difference between us and salted fish?

Mi Bai glanced at Old Master Xu, stood up, walked to his side, looked at the endless sea of clouds, and laughed, “I would like to raise children properly.” His current life, is already everything he dreamt of; doing what he loves and earning money for it.

The business is getting better day by day, allowing him to take in more orphans so they can avoid hunger and cold.

Having been abandoned in Xiling when he was young, he deeply understood the feeling of being alone and helpless. Unlike Old Master Xu, whose ambitious dreams are awe-inspiring, he simply wants to do his best to help those children who, like him, have lost everything.

For him, this is his greatest dream, even more important than becoming a master of calligraphy and painting.

Old Master Xu nodded, then turned to Tang Luo and asked, “How about you?” Me? Tang Luo stood up with a smile, walked over to the two of them, and said lightly, “My dream is a poem.”

The least cultured person among the three dreamt of a poem. This statement successfully caught their attention.

Old Master Xu exclaimed curiously, “Who wrote it?”

As lovers of painting and calligraphy, both admired poetry as well. Most poems are about love and affection. They were curious about who’s masterpiece could be considered as a dream by Tang Luo.

You probably have never heard of this poet.”

“That’s not possible!” Old Master Xu waved his hand and said decisively “All the world’s poems come from Yuanzhou, is there any renowned poet I don’t know about?”

Poetry art has declined and the masters can be counted on one hand. Old Master Xu, who loved poetry and art since childhood, did not believe that a distinguished poet was unknown to him. He was confident that as long as Tang Luo mentioned their name, he would recognize them.

Unless the “master” in Tang Luo’s words is just a homeless poet. But what kind of masterpieces could such a poet write that could be considered as his dream? So Old Master Xu kindly reminded: “Cousin, don’t be fooled by some wandering poets. Some have very bad morals, always patching together famous works and cheating by claiming it as their own. Don’t be fooled!”

These fraudulent wandering poets have no market in Yuanzhou, but they were often seen in other places.

Old Master Xu was worried that his cousin would be fooled by such people. “No, this person is the Poetic Sage.” Tang Luo answered seriously.

Poetic Sage!?” Old Master Xu gasped, “Cousin, you must have been deceived The path of poetry is very difficult. There have been many masters in history, but none could be called a Sage. If he dares to claim himself as a Poetic Sage in Yuanzhou, he would drown in the spit of scholars for this outrageous statement.”

“Yes, Tang brother, I only have a superficial understanding of poetry, but I have never heard of anyone being honoured as a Poetic Sage, you…” Mi Bai wanted to tell Tang Luo that he was cheated, but he was afraid of wronging the person who gave him the poem. Perhaps that poet really is a sage in poetry. “Alright, alright, forget about where it came from. Do you want to hear the poem?” Tang Luo didn’t want to argue with them, because there was no need to argue about this at all. If he knew they would take the author so seriously, he wouldn’t have mentioned it in the first place.

After all, compared to the crude poetry in this world, if this Poetic Sage were really to descend, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that his poetry can lead to enlightenment.

“Listen, of course!” Old Master Xu stubbornly said, he had already decided Tang Luo must have been deceived by a wandering poet, and that the poem was definitely made up of verses from other great poets.

He was determined to expose the “wandering poet’s” lies and introduce the real master of poetry to his cousin.

This is what happens when you’re not educated! Old Master Xu looked at Tang Luo with a compassionate gaze.

What kind of weird look is that? Tang Luo felt helpless at Xu’s gaze and started reciting his own way:

What shall I say of the Great Peak? The ancient dukedoms are everywhere green,

Inspired and stirred by the breath of creation, with the Twin Forces balancing day and night.

I bare my breast toward opening clouds, I strain my sight after birds flying home.

When shall I reach the top and hold all mountains in a single glance? “Good!” Old Master Xu’s eyes were full of brilliance, and he praised: “What a way to reach the highest peak and view all the mountains as small. We, as warriors, should stand on the pinnacle and look down upon the world. This poem is a truly extraordinary poem!”

This praise did not receive a response, because after Tang Luo finished reciting the poem, he seemed lost, staring at the sea of clouds.

When he had just blurted out this poem, he felt a sense of loneliness, a bone-deep loneliness.

Even if you are in a bustling city, even if you are surrounded by people who love you, you are still alone.

Because in this world, you only have yourself.

At the end of the poem, he suddenly realized that he had become a wanderer in another world.

Ancient people pour their feelings into poetry, and this is indeed the truth.

Ah, it’s better to forget.” Tang Luo whispered to himself.

Forget it? Why forget it!” The keen perceptions of Old Master Xu immediately captured this whisper, and he excitedly said: “The author of this poem is a true master. Are you still able to find him now? I want to compile all his poems into a book and distribute it across Yuanzhou!”

After hearing such a poem, Lord Longwind had completely forgotten how righteously he had criticized this author. He had turned into a fan of the Poetic Sage, and even wanted to promote his name throughout Yuanzhou.

Looking at the excited expression on Old Master Xu’s face, Tang Luo softly said, “I can’t find him anymore.”

Sensing the melancholy in his tone, Old Master Xu paused, “How could you not find him?”

Tang Luo didn’t answer, just gazed at the rolling sea of clouds and sighed.

Had this master already passed away? Old Master Xu felt a pang in his heart: “Such a character, I am truly regrettable to have missed the chance to meet him!”

Another man who was immersed in the poem was more pragmatic.

“Brother Tang, does this master only have this poem?” Mi Bai asked carefully. “One?” Tang Luo sighed softly, “This man wrote over 1,500 poems in his lifetime, how else could he have been honored as the Poetic Sage.” These large numbers shocked both of them, especially old master Xu, even if he combined all the masterpieces he knew, there weren’t a thousand. And Tang Luo said that this master’s works alone exceeded the total amount he read. How could this not amaze people?

If each poem is as stunning as this one, old master Xu’s heart couldn’t help but throb excitedly..