When Li Mu wrote the first sentence, the entire hall was laughing at him.

However, when he finished writing, everyone was silent.

Because there is no need to comment at all, everyone can see that the last beautiful poem, whether it is artistic conception or text, has completely crushed the other nine poems, even if it is the madman Song Qingfei, the chief Lin Qiushui of Hanshan Academy or Liu Muyang, the chief of Fengming Academy, the three poems of these three people, in front of this beautiful poem, are also very far away.

One look at the city, and then look at the country.

It's a quatrain for the ages.

Many people silently touch this poem in their hearts, and every time they read it again, they will have different experiences in their hearts, layer upon layer, as if they can never get tired of reading it, and they will involuntarily immerse themselves in that artistic conception.

Just when everyone was silent because of the shock, a little maid with a good appearance came down from the third floor, ran down with a grunt, and took away the words copied by the waitress before the ink dried, and glanced at Li Mu curiously before leaving.

Everyone knows that everyone may be tempted.

There is no woman who can remain calm in front of such a poem.

Zheng Cunjian sat at the round table, and he had already touched this poem more than a dozen times in his heart, and every time he touched it, the shock in his heart increased a little, is this the ability of Wen Jinshi, the youngest person in the history of the empire? Although he had been looking forward to Li Mu before, at this time, he couldn't help but admire again and again, and he was ashamed of himself.

You must know that Zheng Cunjian is called [Black-hearted Xiucai], which means that he is famous for his talents, and Xiucai is also a talented person among scholars, so of course he understands the meaning and charm of this beautiful poem.

First is a [Burrow Inscription], and then this [Beauty Poem], no matter who it is, it is enough to be famous in Western Qin, even if Li Mu is not a young grandmaster, he can rise to the top.

Zheng Cunjian can imagine what kind of waves this beautiful poem will cause once it spreads, and its sensational effect is definitely not inferior to the previous [Burrow].

On the third floor, the judgment of the flower family has not yet been handed down.

But many people in Wenshengzhai tonight already know that this time, everyone is really going to open the window, and it won't be like the previous few times, just going through the motions.

"Impossible, how could you write such a poem?" the madman Song Qingfei's face turned hideous, and he couldn't help but yell.

Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, also stared at Li Mu stubbornly, gritting his teeth and saying, "Who is Your Excellency?"

The other Liu Muyang, who was in the limelight before, also looked at Li Mu with the same eyes as the enemy, squinted his eyes, and arched his hand: "Haven't you asked Your Excellency for your name?"

In the hall, many people's eyes also fell on Li Mu, holding their breath, waiting for an answer.

They also want to know who made such poems.

But Li Mu's face was indifferent, his hands behind his back, and said, "You don't deserve to know my name." ”

This is forced, and the pretending is very blunt.

But for Liu Muyang and the three of them, it is not a kind of naked slap in the face.

Poetry can't compare to others, it has already made them almost angry, and now they are so arrogantly humiliated, this is like being slapped naked in the face with the sole of their shoes.

"Arrogant, it's crazy. The dwarf winter melon scholar of Hanshan Academy, who had spoken to mock Li Mu before, slapped the table and shouted: "Even if it is the young great master Li Mu who made the [Burrow Inscription], he will not humiliate the chief of our academy so much, you are just a little poor sour, how can you dare to be so arrogant?"

"Yes, character is poetry, how can such a fanatic with no one in his eyes make such a poem, where did he get it from plagiarism?" Another scholar from Fengming Academy also stood up and shouted, this kind of technique is not as good as the method of splashing dirty water on people, and they, the scholars, are really the best.

Some other scholars also clamored.

They had always hated each other before, but now they have the same hatred.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Martial Arts Pavilion looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on Zheng Cunjian's body, and the disciple at the head asked with a big sting: "Hey, you companion, what is the origin?" To be honest, as martial artists, they actually look down on these so-called scholars, and they claim to be both civil and military, but the so-called martial arts of these scholars, in their eyes, are almost the same as dance.

Zheng Cunjian ignored him.

A trace of anger appeared on the face of the disciple of the Sword Martial Arts Hall that day, and he slapped the long sword on his waist on the table, and said, "I asked you, I'm deaf." ”

Zheng Cunjian smiled gloomily: "If you don't want to die, just shut up." ”

"You're fucking looking for death. "The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Martial Pavilion were all furious.

A cold light flashed in Zheng Cunjian's eyes, and he said: "I don't know what is dead or alive, even if Zhang Chengfeng is in front of me, I don't dare to speak like this, if you want to die, I can fulfill you at any time." ”

When this sentence came out, several disciples of the Heavenly Sword Martial Arts Hall were a little surprised.

And it happened to be at this time, on the third floor, the beautiful girl from before ran down on her feet, came straight to Li Mu, saluted, and said, "This gentleman, my young lady, please go upstairs and see you." Then he turned around and said to the others, "My young lady, thank you for coming to the party tonight, please come back." ”

Suddenly, there was another noisy noise in the field.

Sure enough, everyone finally opened the window.

A lot of people are indignant.

Song Qingfei, Liu Muyang and Lin Qiushui can be said to be the most frustrated people.

Originally, they thought that they had a good chance to become the guests of the flower family, but they were robbed of the limelight by a poor sour boy who was killed halfway, how could they stand it, it was just like killing their wives and children.

"Boy, do you dare to leave your name. ”

"I don't accept it, there must be deception in this. ”

"This kid must have plagiarized someone else's poetry......"

The three of them shouted in unison.

Liu Muyang squinted his eyes, like a poisonous snake, stared at Li Mu, and said: "Boy, if you have the ability, if you make a poem of a similar level on the spot, I will obey you, otherwise, I am afraid that the stigma of your plagiarism will not be washed away." ”

"Yes, let's make another song to prove it. Lin Qiushui also reacted and sneered: "Otherwise, my Hanshan Academy will definitely investigate to the end, so that the entire Chang'an City will know that you are just a thief villain who has plagiarized other people's works." ”

The madman Song Qingfei also said with a grim gaze: "Yes, how can a person like you make such poems, hehe, it must be plagiarism......

There were also some people around.

But it was the maid with excellent appearance, who glared at her, and said, "You three are so rude, you can't write good sentences yourself, and you slander others......?" You say that this boy is plagiarism, but what evidence is there? You may say, who wrote this poem?"

"This ......" Liu Muyang was speechless for a while, and said: "What if the person who wrote this poem has not yet published it." ”

Lin Qiushui said: "If you can't find it out now, it doesn't mean that you can't find it out in the future." ”

"You ...... Swear black is white.. The little maid said angrily, she was obviously already on Li Mu's side.

The madman Song Qingfei also sneered: "Yes, little girl, everyone is afraid that they have been deceived by this shameless person...... We're just trying to expose him for what he really is. ”

The scholars of the two surrounding academies started to coax again.

"Childe, this ......" the maid looked at Li Mu.

Li Mu patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and then said, "Don't pay attention to these villains, let's go." With that, he walked towards the stairs, and in his heart, he still suddenly wanted to meet this flower master, even if he was not curious about the beauty - of course this is impossible, even if it is to anger these scholars with low moral character, he has to go to the third floor to have a look.

"You...... You're scared. ”

"The heart is empty. ”

"Hehe, it's okay to go, tonight, if you don't write a poem anymore and don't prove it to us, you will be guilty of plagiarism. ”

Liu Muyang and the three of them directly used words to squeeze Li Mu.

Li Mutou didn't reply, and sneered as he walked: "Hahaha, what does ......it prove? What are you three, and what should I prove to you?"

As he spoke, he was already led by the little maid and walked towards the second floor.

waited until Li Mu and the little maid disappeared on the stairs, and Liu, Lin, and Song did not dare to speak again.

Their faces were horrified and full of anger.

Because—

Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be wasted!

The grasshopper shakes the tree, which is ridiculous.

One sentence is long, the other is short, and it is two lines of poetry.

Two quatrains that are enough to spread.

Everyone present, many of them have studied poetry, and naturally understand the weight of these two verses, one long and one short, exquisite and ingenious to the extreme, although incomplete, in terms of completeness, can not be compared with [beautiful poetry], but in other aspects, it is absolutely comparable, almost no guess, these two lines of poetry, can be spread wildly in the shortest possible time.

How does this make Song Qingfei, Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang not afraid?

Because, these two poems are scolding them, and as these two poems spread, their fame will also stink, and the 'Ercao' and 'Grasshoppers' in the sentences are used to describe them.

Literati, what are you most afraid of?

Of course, I'm afraid that my reputation will stink.

This is also where their confidence in threatening Li Mu before, after all, the two academies are the big forces in the literary circle of Chang'an City, in their eyes, Li Mu is just a small person, how can they fight with the two academies? The tide of public opinion is in their hands.

But now, with these two lines of poetry, it's hard to say.

The power of propagation of quatrains and good sentences is terrifying.

For they can be spread not only in the present world, but also in other times and in the afterlife.

In particular, the poems that have been passed down for centuries have such power.

For a while, some people in the hall looked at the eyes of these three people, and they had some sympathy and pity.

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