"Old horseman, I knew you were shameless, but I didn't expect you to be so shameless. Since you keep saying that I copied this poem, then I am curious, which ancient book did you see it from, whose poem is it, and what is the name of the poem?"

Qin Mo pointed at Chen Sheng, furious.

"What the old man said is true. I said that I had seen this poem, and that was what I had seen. Such a bohemian, free and detached masterpiece can be done by a vulgar and unbearable person like you?" Chen Sheng's face was full of determination and sincerity.

"Chen, everyone is right. Of course, we have no hesitation in trusting Chen. ”

Everyone expressed their support.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. is a big drama that refers to a deer as a horse and reverses black and white, and today I can be regarded as having learned it. ”

Qin Mo sneered twice and said, "If you want to say that, wouldn't I be able to compose a poem?" because if I make a poem, you can say that this is another ancient book in so-and-so. In this way, Chen Sheng, you are inevitably too domineering. ”

"I vouch for my personality that this poem is indeed the work of our ancestors. As for what you say, it's too alarmist. Poetry is inspired by feelings, and it is where the meaning lies. But not everyone can write poetry, and they can write good poetry. ”

Chen Sheng said gently, which made people inevitably believe it a little more.

"Haha, yes, you old horseman is right. Not everyone can write poetry and make good poetry. But there are geniuses in this world. How can a mediocre person appreciate the powerful loneliness of a genius. ”

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean that others can't. Qin Mo looked at him and said coldly.

Qin Mo's words can be described as crazy to the sky. In the entire Yunhai City, if you talk about genius, Chen Sheng is definitely worthy of it in poetry.

And at this moment, Qin Mo relegated it to the ground, how arrogant and domineering this was.

Hearing this, such a voice was heard from the crowd.

"It's really a cowhide blowing to the sky. I've never seen anyone so brazen. ”

"If you're a genius, why don't you come back to one of these masterpieces?"

Chen Sheng also said: "If you can publish another poem, this plagiarism will end here." ”

"That's it? Qin Mo said coldly: "People are doing it, and the sky is watching." Old horseman, I want you to kneel down and apologize to me, and I want you to take a detour when you see me in the future, and I want you to never chant poetry again. ”

In dealing with the enemy, he has always pursued the principle of cutting down the grass and eradicating the roots.

Since it is an enemy, it will not die.

He is not a good temper to be slaughtered by nature, and since he is involved in the dispute between the herdsmen, he will make his opponent regret it. He wants the world to know that he is not to be messed with.

If you dare to make a move, then think about what kind of fate you will have.

Chen Sheng's face was stunned, and he said coldly: "Okay, if you can do it, what if you promise you?"

At this moment, Qin Mo took a step forward.

"Genius is beyond your comprehension. Listen to it all. ”

Qin Mo waved his white sleeves and said in a loud voice: "Bai Yujing in the sky, the fifth floor and the twelve cities......"

"Is this poem copied?"

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning......"

"Is this poem copied again?"

"The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline is ......"

"Is this poem copied again?"

Every time Qin Mo took a step forward, a poem was recited from his mouth.

Before he knew it, he had already taken twenty steps, and then twenty masterpieces resounded in the hall.

The far-reaching sentences have already hit Chen Sheng's heart full of holes. And whether or not to copy a few words of this poem made him feel ashamed and embarrassed.

He never imagined that someone could compose poetry as easily as eating and drinking. And these poems are so unique.

Compared to that, the poems I wrote are really ugly.

Can I make such a masterpiece in my life? If I can get one of them, I am afraid that I will have no regrets even if I die!

"But this Muss can make such a great work casually. Is this genius?" he thought bitterly.

Thinking about it, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person aged dozens of years in an instant. He sat down on the ground, his hair disheveled, and his expression gloomy.

The expressions on the other people's faces are also very good-looking.

Where had they ever seen such a spectacle? Where is this poetry, this is a show, it belongs to Qin Mo's personal show.

Previously, they believed Chen Sheng's words, after all, Chen Sheng's prestige was there. But when Qin Mo recited one poem after another, they wavered.

Such a masterpiece is just a poem sealed with ancient books. So many capitals are treated like this, they never believe it.

What is a masterpiece that has been handed down to the world? That is, once it is written, it will be widely recited by tens of millions of people. Only those sour poems and bad poems will be ignored.

Therefore, if all impossibilities are eliminated, the remaining seemingly impossible must be the correct answer.

Qin Mo was framed, Qin Mo has great talent!

It's pretty much the same thought that comes to everyone's mind.

Then they went completely insane.

One step at a time, one poem at a time, there is no one before and no one after this Nima! No matter how many geniuses there are in the world, who can have such great talent?

Even if it is a two-bedroom house of the herdsman's family, there is no meaning of justification at this time.

Actions speak louder than words.

At this time, Qin Mo was already invincible. Whoever dares to question his literary brilliance will be spurned and abused by everyone.

Mu Jiange can be said to be the most uncomfortable person in the audience.

He had said that he had seen Qin Mo's skills before, but now he had really fulfilled it.

Feeling the questioning eyes from Mu Canglin and others, he was hard to argue.

"I really didn't know that this guy was really so perverted! If I knew, would I be able to do this all day? Isn't this a face to be beaten up!" he whispered with a wry smile.

At this moment, an old man who was sitting as if he had just woken up from a dream, shouted: "What about the paper, what about the pen! What are you doing in a daze, write it down quickly! If we can't let the world know about such a masterpiece of the ages, wouldn't it be our sin?"

When the others heard this, they also came to their senses and went to find a pen and paper.

Qin Mo looked around at everyone, like a lonely and proud snow lotus, and said in a loud voice: "Chen Sheng, do you have anything to say?"

Chen Sheng shook his head and muttered inarticulately: "Impossible...... Impossible, impossible...... Oh man. ”

No one dared to speak, because they were still on the opposite side of Qin Mo before.

But Qin Mo slapped all of them in the face with practical actions.

This slap is so loud and domineering, the key is that they have to be convinced.

It took dozens of breaths before anyone spoke.

"Good, good, good! worthy of being my son of Mu Canglong, well done. Mu Canglong stood up abruptly and laughed heartily.

Mu Lianshan, who was on the main seat, also showed a happy and proud expression at this time, and said: "My Mu family has produced a great writer, and the old man is very pleased. ”

In an instant, there was a burst of celebration, and the whole lobby was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.