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"Today, I issued the dean's order to summon all the elders to gather together. Maybe I made a fuss out of a molehill. It doesn't matter, I haven't held an elders' meeting for many years, so I will make a fuss out of a molehill today!"

"A few days ago, the elder who wrote the book went to the dark forest and met a young wizard in the dark forest!" The old dean slowly raised his head, tried his best to express his excitement in a calm tone, and continued : "This young prodigy has been brought back to the academy by the writing elder. I have called you here today. One is to appreciate the poems written by the young prodigy. The other is to hope that you can use your talents to keep the young prodigy in our academy and serve our academy. Used!"

"Young prodigy? Wonderful poem?"

The great elder repeated these two words, with an expression of disdain and contempt on his face. He sneered a few more times and continued: "If a young prodigy emerges from the Great Empire, maybe we will still believe it. As for the Dark Forest? Hum. Huh! There are so many poor mountains and rivers. Even if those Netherworld beasts that have reached the realm of domain lords can turn into human form, they will still be vulgar and difficult to break away from the habits of beasts!"

"It is really rare for these Nether Beasts to understand etiquette, justice, integrity, and cultural upbringing! Those who can understand our human writings and knowledge are probably only a few Nether Beast Territory Lords who live in seclusion in human society. .As for poems and essays? Old dean, you better stop teasing me! There is so much time to waste, why not care about Netherworld Academy!"

How much the great elder hopes that the old dean can abdicate and make way for someone more worthy. When he said the last words, his tone was inevitably full of sour sorrow.

"You will know as soon as you hear it whether it is a wonderful poem or not! Elder who writes the poem, please recite it loudly and emotionally for everyone!" said the old dean.

The elder who held the pen slowly stood up and flipped it over, and there was already one more in his hand.

In order to make the recited poems more emotional, the elder who wrote the pen definitely drank a little wine so that he could integrate into the emotions faster.

The elder who wrote the book took a few sips, and the aroma of wine immediately began to fill the conference room.

"Good wine! Really good wine!"

Just smelling the smell of alcohol made these elders startled.

"Where did you buy this wine? Give me a few jugs of this wine!" Several elders seemed to be more interested in wine than poetry, and they said directly to the elder who wrote the book.

The elder who wrote the pen brewed his emotions for a while, raised the pen in his hand into the air, and said loudly: "If you don't see it, the water of the netherworld comes from the sky and flows to the sea never to return..."

After the elder who wrote the poem finished reading the first verse, the entire conference room fell completely silent!

This courage and spirit shocked the elders present, and the great elder was stunned!

As the elder who wrote the poem kept reading out the poem, the elders felt that the spiritual power in their hearts was also flowing with the poem!

However, this flow is not smooth.

Just like some reefs suddenly appear in a smoothly flowing river, the spiritual power in this vein will also have small whirlpools!

The elders knew that this was because they did not understand the verses very well!

If they could fully understand the verses, this uncomfortable feeling would be eliminated.

Quiet!

The elder who wrote the poem had finished reading the poem, and the conference room was still quiet.

The old dean's eyes slowly swept over the faces of the elders who were working. He looked at the faces of these elders, sometimes frowning, sometimes happy, sometimes confused, and sometimes sighing.

The elders were completely silent in this kind of poetry.

It was just like the elder who wrote the poem and the old dean were listening to this poem.

The old dean nodded with satisfaction, thinking that if this poem was written by him, he might have a better understanding of Confucianism and Taoism, and by then it would be possible to achieve a breakthrough in cultivation.

The old dean shook his head slowly.

People's hearts are not enough. Since God allowed Nether Academy to meet such a genius, it gave the old dean an opportunity. How could he have other greedy ideas?

"Everyone, what do you think of this poem?" the old dean said calmly.