Let’s talk about poetry while I continue to rest upstairs, how about that?”

"Are you a scholar?"

"I've been reading for a few days."

"Since you are a scholar and you are awake, why do you insist on having a clear night's dream? Why not chat and play together? There will be endless sleep after death." The ghost named Su said.

"I'm really sleepy."

"Why bother with restraint?"

These two demons refused to let him sleep no matter what.

Lin Jue was not sure about their behavior for a while. In addition, the other party did not threaten or show any ferocity. He just invited with a smile and some good intentions, so he really couldn't resist.

Then I thought about it, I went out to find immortals. If I didn't even dare to talk to such a temperamental monster, how could I go to find immortals?

Lin Jueru thought and put on his shoes.

"Brother Lin, have you heard our poem before?"

"I heard it."

"Brother Lin, what do you think?"

"Not bad, not bad."

"Only good?"

"It's considered...a good poem."

"Brother Lin, how do you think it compares to Zhang Liu in the previous dynasty?"

"..."

"Um?"

"..."

"Brother Lin, why are you silent?"

"Compared to Zhang Liu..."

Lin Jue tried to speak, but couldn't.

Zhang and Liu were the most famous poets in the previous dynasties in the world. They were roughly equivalent to Li Du in the Tang Dynasty in his memory. They were also called poets and poets. Lin Jue didn't remember much of their poems, but he couldn't tell.

If these two can be compared with them.

Since I don't want to lie, I simply bow my head and say, "I'm not very knowledgeable, so I don't dare to talk nonsense."

"You kid! You can't even say a few compliments?"

Both of them looked to be in their thirties. If the legend is true, they should have been at least this age when they died. Facing Lin Jue, who looked like a teenager, he also acted like an elder brother:

"It's important to note! If you want to be a literati and hang out with literati, the first thing you must learn is not to write poems and practice calligraphy, not to do knowledge, but to compliment each other! Where is the literati circle that doesn't compliment each other?"

"I really don't understand poetry, and I can't be considered a scholar."

"If you don't understand poetry, how can you know that we are not as good as Zhang and Liu?"

"..."

Lin Jue only heard the blind conceit and contempt of the literati, as well as some bad habits, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, but in this way, the uneasiness in his heart was much less.

Then the two demons continued to make noises, asking him to come up with a poem that could be compared with the poem they had written. They refused to give up until he came up with it. In the end, they even said that he didn't write it himself and had heard it from somewhere else.

Poetry is fine too, but it has to be something they haven't heard before.

Lin Jue did have some good poems in his heart. He even knew that these two men had gone to the Western Regions to join the army, so he also had some frontier poems that would make them sigh in silence as soon as he took them out. But how could he read them to them?

He let them urge him, but remained silent.

He really knew that they couldn't do anything to him.

How can people be deceived by ghosts?

The two of them were really helpless, so they stopped mentioning their poems and did not embarrass him. Instead, they continued chatting with Lin Jue, chatting and complaining from time to time about the lack of wine and songs to cheer up the entertainment.

Lin Jue also supported and guided them, hoping to learn more about ghosts, ghosts, and fairy things from them.
Chapter completed!