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In the lively atmosphere of Huantian City, the poetry conference arrived as scheduled. In the city, the bluestone-paved paths were lined with cherry trees in full bloom. The breeze blew and the petals fell like rain, creating a dreamlike picture. In the crowd, scholars with fluttering sleeves and nobles in gorgeous clothes whispered to each other, and laughter rose one after another.

At this time, the Yellow Crane Tower stood tall, like a wise man in deep thought, overlooking the city's myriad scenes. The upstairs was filled with a strong scholarly atmosphere, with scholars drinking and reciting poems, or playing chess and talking about philosophy, vividly interpreting the inheritance and spread of culture. At this time, a thin, amiable old man slowly came into view. He was wearing a cyan robe, his white hair was like clouds, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to record the vicissitudes of time. His deep eyes revealed endless wisdom and kindness, and his steps were light, as if a breeze was blowing by.

The old man's name was Kong Wuwei, and he was a famous poet in Huantian City. He rarely showed up in public, but he came specially for the poetry conference. His arrival attracted the attention of everyone present. People stopped what they were doing and cast admiring eyes at him, as if they wanted to feel the profound cultural heritage from him.

"In recent years, martial arts have become more respected, and poetry seems to be gradually forgotten by people. But in fact, poetry is the voice of the soul and the sublimation of thought." Kong Wuwei smiled slightly, and his voice was like spring rain, gentle and powerful. He looked around, his eyes stayed on those young challengers, and his eyes were shining with expectation.

"Young people, today is the moment for you to show your talents. I hope you can write your own poems in this beautiful environment." He said lightly, as if conveying a belief.

The first round of the poetry competition began, and many young people took the stage to show their talents, challenge and confront each other. The sharp words of poetry were like swords, cutting out brilliant sparks. At this moment, Kong Wuwei slowly walked to the front of the stage, his eyes like torches, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

“In today’s poetry contest, the words you use must not only be elegant, but also contain true feelings. Dear young talents, please respond with your true heart and communicate with your emotions.” The old man spoke with a deep and sonorous voice that seemed to carry an irresistible force.

A young challenger named Li Tianyou, with bright eyes, hot-blooded and imposing manner, strode forward, bowed to Kong Wuwei and said: "Old senior, forgive me for being blunt, but poetry is beautiful, but what is the use without actual combat? I want to challenge the younger generation with the way of fighting poetry!"

Before he finished speaking, everyone was shocked. Li Tianyou's provocative words triggered countless discussions, which seemed to push the atmosphere to a climax. Kong Wuwei smiled slightly, but a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes. He knew that poetry was not just a combination of words, but also an expression of inner emotions.

"It's okay to challenge, but I hope you can use poetry as a sword instead of fighting." The old man responded meaningfully, and then cast his eyes on another young talent, named Ye Fan, an inner disciple of the Tianxing Sect. He has an extraordinary temperament, and a hidden edge in his calmness, which makes everyone secretly amazed.

Seeing Li Tianyou so aggressive, Ye Fan frowned slightly. Although he was a disciple of Tianxing Sect, he also loved poetry. He thought about it in his heart and slowly said: "If we really want to compare war poems, I would like to write a poem of 'Li Sao' with my true feelings."

"Li Sao? Okay!" Li Tianyou raised his eyebrows, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, "Then I will use 'Top Ambition' as the topic to compete with you!"

Following their declaration, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became tense, and the onlookers held their breath, waiting for this showdown of talents. Kong Wuwei nodded slightly, with admiration in his eyes. He believed that this showdown would definitely bring a wonderful feast of poetry.

"Please!" They said almost at the same time. Li Tianyou was full of confidence, and his poem was like a sword, pointing at Ye Fan. His voice echoed in the air, surging like a tide, mixed with fearless courage and full of blood.

“With lofty ambitions, what do I have to fear? My heart is toward the sky, and I wish to dance with the wind. When swords and spears meet, only poetry and books can prevail!” Li Tianyou’s voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word was as precious as gold, like a passionate war song, which aroused the enthusiasm of the audience.

Ye Fan was calm in his heart, smiled slightly, and replied: "A song of Li Sao, my feelings are sent to heaven and earth. Floating clouds and flowing water allow me to fly; my heart is facing the sun, and I wish to accompany the stars." His voice was like a trickle, soft and firm, with a different kind of warmth.

Kong Wuwei watched quietly, secretly praising in his heart. Every line of the young man's poem was full of true feelings, like ripples on the water, instantly touching everyone present. As they chanted, an invisible force seemed to surge in the air, interweaving passion and ideals.

As the duel intensified, the old man nodded slightly and stepped forward, ready to comment on the poetry contest. He stood in the center of the stage, seeming to gather the momentum of the entire Yellow Crane Tower, causing everyone present to hold their breath.

"Li Tianyou's 'Zhuang Zhi Ling Yun' reveals a fearless fighting spirit, bravely facing challenges, and lofty ambitions; while Ye Fan's 'Li Sao' makes people feel a deep emotion, with thoughts and perceptions intertwined, and the artistic conception is far-reaching, like flowing clouds and flying catkins."

Kong Wuwei's voice was gentle and firm, as if it had some kind of magic, instantly bringing the atmosphere to a higher level. His comments were simple and easy to understand, analyzing the characteristics of the two young people one by one, which made everyone admire him.

“Today’s duel is not a simple win or loss, but an understanding and inheritance of poetry. I hope that you will gain more than victory in this duel, but more importantly, spiritual enlightenment and growth.” The old man concluded, his eyes sharp as he looked directly at the two young men, as if he was pinning his hopes for the future.

These words made the people present feel the power of culture. The poetry conference is not only a competition of skills, but also a fusion of emotions. Everyone applauded in unison, and warm applause rose and fell, as if cheering for this duel of talents.

Ye Fan and Li Tianyou looked at each other, and saw tacit understanding and appreciation in each other's eyes. Although it was competition, it was more like a discussion between people of the same path. At this moment, they left their own marks on this land full of cultural heritage.

At this moment, Kong Wuwei felt the inheritance and continuation of a culture.

He knew that the poetry of the future would be written by these young people, and what he did was to ignite a flame in them, let the flame burn in their hearts, and continue to pass it on.

In the warm atmosphere of the poetry conference, Ye Fan's figure shone with the light of youth, and his talent and enthusiasm attracted many eyes. However, at some point, Ye Fan's beautiful teacher also quietly came to the scene and watched everything quietly.

She was dressed in a long white dress, like a pure and beautiful white lotus, detached from the mundane world, inspiring admiration. Her eyes were as bright as stars, and her expression showed a bit of satisfaction, as if she was proud of the talent her disciple had shown in front of everyone.

As a senior warrior, she is well aware of the hardships and challenges of the road of cultivation. The later the cultivation, the stricter the requirements for understanding. Simple strength and skills can no longer solve the problem. It is more about exploring the mind and recognizing self-worth. She looked at Ye Fan and thought to herself: "This child is really growing."

Seeing his calmness and confidence in the poetry duel, the master couldn't help but smile. She knew that Ye Fan had not only improved in strength, but also gradually matured in mind, and was moving towards becoming a real strong man.

At this time, the duet between Ye Fan and Li Tianyou on the stage has reached its climax. Each line of poetry contains deep emotions and unique insights. The master quietly feels the charm of it and secretly praises it in her heart. She understands that this duel is not just a contest between words, but also a collision and resonance in the depths of the soul.

"Practice is ultimately an exploration of one's own soul." She whispered to herself, feeling an indescribable comfort. As a master, she hoped that Ye Fan could continue to pursue in the future and understand the deeper true meaning of martial arts and poetry.