Wei Wuji slowly stood up and glanced at the few waiters who were still gathered in front of him.

Then, I heard his voice be low, and he said in a cold tone: "Stand down for me......"

These four words almost came out of the cracks in the stones, from the Nine Secluded Land, making people feel cold all over their bodies.

Others may not feel much, but for the few waiters who faced Wei Wuji directly, although there was only Wei Wuji in front of them, it was no less than facing the sea of corpses and blood.

Murderous, cold and compelling, several waiters broke out in a cold sweat.

It was only then that they remembered that the prince of Wei in front of them was so famous that it was not something they could insult at all.

So, as soon as Wei Wuji's words fell, these people honestly stepped aside, allowing Wei Wuji to appear in front of everyone again.

"It's just a poem, since you want to hear it, just say a few words to him!" Wei Wuji said slowly, even if he was hated by everyone, he could remain calm.

But his way of expressing it also appropriately pulled a wave of hatred.

Who are you, Wei Wuji, and what qualifications do you have to say such things?

is still talking nonsense, you are too blind to no one!

The scholars present were all annoyed, and their gazes at Wei Wuji were even more unkind.

"Let's see what he can say, if there is really no ink, I will have to pour the whole pot of wine on his face!" A scholar said bluntly.

But at this time, I didn't know whether it was to speak for Wei Wuji, or to provoke this person, so I heard a voice say: "No matter how this Wei Wuji is also the son of Wei Guo, do you really dare to pour him in the face?" ”

"What about the son, it's not ...... him in Wei now" The man didn't let go before he said, after all, he is also a child of a family, and he also wants to save face in front of his peers.

"Hey, hey!"

teased the man to laugh dryly, and then said: "Even if you have that guts, I'm afraid you won't be able to get close to someone's side, and you will be beaten to the blood!" ”

This is irrefutable, after all, Wei Wuji is famous, and these scholars have not said that they have the ability to outperform him.

Of course, these are all vignettes, and the focus of the scene at this time is still on Wei Wuji, after all, such a person is going to read poetry, and finally gives everyone a chance to mock him.

For this reason, everyone present, including Tian Yuxuan, had some expectations for Wei Wuji's poems, expecting him to be ridiculed later.

Wei Wuji knew the mentality of these people, but he didn't feel worried at all.

The experience of the previous life has finally been useful, and those rote memorized poems have come to work.

Moreover, in order to create a visual effect, he also pretended to come to a pot of chrysanthemums in a contemplative manner......

Then, with a twist of one finger, he chanted the first sentence: "Xia Cong is like a fairy family......"

"Superficial ......"

"Flashy ......"

As soon as this sentence came out, the crowd suddenly became disdainful, and everyone finally had a clear understanding of Wei Wuji's literary talents. Who would be present to say such a superficial verse as "like a fairy family".

In fact, now they have no sense of expectation for Wei Wuji's poems, this kind of person is just a martial artist, and he is not worthy of being in the company of their scholars and nobles at all.

Wei Wuji didn't care about this, and after taking two steps to the next pot of chrysanthemums, he groaned again: "It's getting more and more oblique all over the edge ......of the fence."

All right! Everyone was complaining again. Do you dare to express it more explicitly, there is still a subtle look of poetry there?

Even, even Zhou Yan, who was full of illusions about Wei Wuji, couldn't help but sigh at this time.

There was a sigh from the outside world, Wei Wuji was completely unmoved, only to hear him chant again: "It's not that the flowers prefer chrysanthemums......"

Everyone is still numb to this sentence, because the first two sentences are really ordinary enough. Wei Wuji is still trustworthy when he speaks, and talking nonsense is nonsense.

After thinking about it, everyone also felt that this was normal, and the people of Wei were just brainless martial artists.

Tian Yuxuan's face was completely open at this time, Wei Wuji was really ...... Enough of losing face.

But then, everyone listened to Wei Wuji and said: "After this flower blooms, there will be no flowers......

Belch......

Hearing this last sentence, everyone felt that there was something meaningful, and when they thought about it a little more, their hearts were even more moved.

Therefore, when Wei Wuji finished his last sentence, the scene fell silent.

Aftertaste...... This behavior is the choice of many people, and those who reacted slowly also honestly shut their mouths after seeing the scene quiet.

Aftertaste...... The more I reminisce, the more everyone feels the extraordinary ...... of this little poem

That's right, the first two sentences are ordinary enough and superficial enough. But the turning point of the third sentence and the finishing touch of the fourth sentence cannot be denied by anyone.

Moreover, when the whole poem is combined, the combination of the first two sentences and the last two sentences is even more perfect......

The more you think about it, the more you go down...... The more frightened everyone became, the quieter the scene became.

Tian Yuxuan is not a stupid person, he naturally understands everyone's thoughts. Although this was not the ending he wanted, he was powerless to change it now.

After all, he still wants to have a face, and he still can't do things like open his eyes and talk nonsense.

And behind Wei Wuji, Zhou Yan looked at Wei Wuji carefully. He had to believe that he still knew too little about this son.

Standing in place, Wei Wuji's expression was still calm, and he was already full of confidence in this ancient poem that had been plagiarized and then revised.

After giving everyone enough time to react, Wei Wuji asked in a loud voice: "Everyone, this son, this chrysanthemum, I don't know if it can be put on the stage?" ”

None of the scholars present responded to this, and they all turned their eyes to Tian Yuxuan's side.

Wei Wuji is the same, at this time, it depends on what Tian Yuxuan says.

Of course, if you want to follow Tian Yuxuan's original intention, then naturally you want to ridicule Wei Wuji......

However, in front of these scholars, he, Tian Yuxuan, is not able to open his eyes and say nonsense. After all, he is not a person, thick-skinned, or directly shameless.

"Your poem, but there is also some merit......" Tian Yuxuan was full of impatience.

Naturally, he couldn't praise Wei Wuji, so he said such a sentence, which could be regarded as protecting himself and the face of the scholars present.

All right! Originally, this matter should have passed, but Wei Wuji was still in place, which made Tian Yuxuan's heart even more unhappy.

"Wei Wuji, now that you've finished dedicating your poems, you can return to your place now!" Tian Yuxuan reminded in time, with a high profile.

Wei Wuji smiled at this time, and that smile was his first smile, so it looked a little gloomy.

This made Tian Yuxuan's heart stagnant, this Wei Wuji actually dared to disobey his will, who gave him the courage.

Just when Tian Yuxuan was about to have a seizure, he heard Wei Wuji's voice say in a low voice: "I chanted poetry, but my son still wants to tell you a story......