As long as the literati who can join the Hanlin Society, they are all well-known figures in the East, and if they can join the Writers' Society, they are almost well-known figures.

Now there are more than a dozen members of the Hanlin Club at the same time, as well as a member of the Wenhao Club, and it is related to another writer Wenhuayuan, not only countless students are watching here, but dozens of news media reporters have come.

"Things are getting more and more interesting, it seems that Young Master Ben still has to thank these people."

Wu Zijian hid in the crowd, with a sneer on his face, and then clasped his hands to his chest, intending to watch the excitement here.

"Headmaster, do you want to stop it, this matter has no beginning and no end, and it is unfair to treat Lin Mu like this."

In the school, everyone has already been alarmed, and at this moment Principal Xiao proposed to the old man that he stayed up all night last night, and after a night of tidying up, he found a lot of suspicious points.

However, the old man waved his hand and said, "Forget it, these people in Wenhua Yuan are not easy to mess with, let them go and make trouble, and when they vent their anger, it will be fine."

The old man and Principal Xiao obviously both meant to be biased, but the old man was the principal of the school, and he and Wenhuayuan were close friends, and this was obviously a person who intended to favor Wenhuayuan.

Principal Xiao expressed helplessness, and he said angrily: "Since you don't believe in Lin Mu, then can you give me yesterday's original manuscript of Qinglian."

"I've burned it, and now I can't even find the ashes." The old man replied, not taking it seriously at all.

Then Principal Xiao was stunned for a while, and then pointed at the old man, his face turned blue with anger.

Finally he flicked his sleeves and left, and this time, he felt that they were really going to be friends.

Outside, there were more and more people gathered, and Lin Mu's figure finally appeared, as a figure on the cusp, as soon as he appeared, countless people immediately exclaimed.

"I'm finally here, come with me to meet him!" The man in black waved his hand and walked forward with a gloomy face.

As for the media reporters who are usually swarming, they only care about recording videos at the moment, so how will this matter develop, no one has come up to ask endlessly.

"I came to the door, that is Qiu Qiming, the most proud disciple of Wenhuayuan, and he is also a contemporary writer."

Lin Mu recognized who the man in charge was, and he also knew the purpose of these people's coming, but he was not afraid in the slightest.

Because he is waiting for these people to come, only then will he have a way to clear his name.

"You're the woods?" Qiu Qiming scolded and asked, looking at him with an unkind expression.

"Knowingly asked." Lin Mu responded coldly.

"Okay, good, a little high school student, his temper is not small, no wonder he dares to steal the works of writers."

Qiu Qiming directly attacked, and the immediate thing was to detain this crime on Lin Mu's body.

Lin Mu naturally won't sit still, in the situation in front of you, if he can't fight back to win, then this matter is really solid.

"Speak to touch your conscience, the deciduous article is definitely created by myself, I admit that Wenhuayuan's modern articles are well written, but with his ancient poems at the level of primary school students, can he make this classic ancient poem that has been passed down for centuries? You Wenhuayuan are all idiots in the world! ”

Lin Mu unceremoniously began to fight back, and he spoke without the slightest politeness, let alone any respect.

Wen Huayuan is indeed the deceased, but he can't be wronged by this, since he is the first year of junior high school, then he will be fifteen, and he can only blame himself for his restless death.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar at the scene, Lin Mu actually called a writer's ancient poem the level of a primary school student, and the humiliation of this remark was too serious.

However, when everyone thought about it, they seemed to think that he was also reasonable, and the modern articles of the Wenhua Academy were indeed well written, but the ancient poems were really not familiar.

"Damn bastard, you dare to insult a family teacher, insult a contemporary writer, you are so bold."

Behind the crowd, a young man shouted angrily, and he stepped in front of them, seeing that he not only wanted to talk about swords, but also wanted to dance with knives and guns.

"Do I have an insult? What I'm talking about is the truth, don't say that there is one person in the Cultural Garden, that is, all of you in the Wenhua Academy, who can write a decent ancient poem. ”

Lin Mu is the initiation of the war book, just like a warrior, whether there is any ability or not, compare it, whoever has stronger ability, whoever says it makes sense.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, you are simply too deceitful, since you said that we can't write good ancient poems, then you should write another poem, if you can write another ancient poem no less than falling leaves, this matter is still negotiable."

Qiu Qiming opened his mouth and said, he stopped the young man and told him not to be impulsive, after all, they were literati, not martial artists, how could they start without saying a word.

"I can naturally write an ancient poem, but aren't you capable of Wenhua Academy, can say that a classic ancient poem that has been passed down for centuries is yours, it is better to let the world see the level of your ancient poetry."

Lin Mu sneered, he knew that ancient poetry was the weakness of Wenhua Academy, and at this moment, if he challenged with ancient poetry, these people would inevitably dig a hole and get into it.

Sure enough, the expressions of dozens of people in Wenhua Academy were a little unnatural, for ancient poems, it is not said that creation is creation.

It is not only about rhyming, but also about every word, every word, must be used to the extreme, only in this way can the artistic conception of a poem be expressed.

"There is a specialization in the art industry, and our Wenhuayuan research on ancient poetry is indeed relatively small, and now is the time for you to prove yourself, rather than testing our ability to study ancient poetry in Wenhuayuan."

Qiu Qiming found an excuse, he didn't have the slightest idea of admitting defeat now, after all, the ancient poem could be said to be added by himself temporarily, but this prose, he had already decided that it was written by his teacher Wen Huayuan.

"Since this is the case, then I will write another poem, but the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient, maybe I write an ancient poem, and who says it is his work."

"In order to prevent this kind of treacherous villain, I will not write the whole ancient poem, I will first say a beginning, if someone says today that this ancient poem was written by him, but please say the following verses."

"I'll say the rest of the poem tomorrow, and then someone will say that this ancient poem was written by him, don't blame me for hitting you in the face with slippers."

Lin Mu sneered again, and he was not polite at all, not only scolding the unknown person, but also scolding the dead Wenhuayuan.

"You are a high school student, you really think you can make any decent ancient poems, I don't think you have to wait until tomorrow, I will tell all the ancient poems today."

Qiu Qiming said impatiently, he didn't have the patience to wait until tomorrow, and then continued: "You can say a few words now, I, Qiu Qiming, am also a writer, I will use the circle to ask, and I will guarantee that there will be an answer within an hour."

"So best ......"

Lin Mu nodded, he began to look for suitable ancient poems, there were too many ancient things that broke out in the province, but he didn't want to choose one at random, at least choose one ancient poem that matched his current artistic conception.

"Yes, there is one Li Bai in my memory, he is known as a poet immortal, and there is a poem in which it is difficult to walk, which is exactly the same as my current artistic conception."

Lin Mu chose the ancient poems, and seeing that everyone was looking at him sideways, he said, "Who will help me prepare a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a ridicule on the scene, but it was only a moment, and I saw that in the school, Dean Xiao personally sent pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Lin Mu, I believe in you, don't believe in the words of the clear and the turbid, and fully display your ability, but these guys who bully the door are gray and get out."

Principal Xiao opened his mouth and said, he absolutely believes in Lin Mu, seeing words is like seeing people, he doesn't believe in a calligraphy, everyone will do plagiarism.

"Thank you."

Lin Mu nodded, a little moved in his heart, and then said: "Thank you Principal Xiao for your trust, I will write a poem and give it to Principal Xiao first, but thank you Principal Xiao for your trust."

"Oh? There are also ancient poems for me, which I have to take. ”

Dean Xiao showed a look of surprise and surprise, he commanded a few people to spread out the rice paper, and then he personally studied the ink.

For literati, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are essential skills, and at this moment, Dean Xiao had the intention of letting Lin Mu show his hand, and specially asked him to write his own Dacheng calligraphy.

When a few people were ready, Lin Mu picked up the wolf pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the spread of rice paper.

Wine is drunk by confidants, and poems are sung to people.

Acquaintances are all over the world, and there are a few people who know each other.

In just a five-word quatrain, Lin Mu's attitude towards Dean Xiao is now, there are so many people present, but only Dean Xiao stands up alone, who makes him feel like he has met a soulmate.

At the same time, this five-character quatrain also expresses his current mood, drinking wine with confidants, and singing poems to people, which is not only grateful to Dean Xiao for his understanding, but also ridicules everyone present.

Dean Xiao empathized, and from his short 20 words, he saw endless helplessness and grief.

"Lin Mu, justice is at ease in the hearts of the people, people are doing it, and the sky is watching, I believe that this matter will definitely come to light."

Dean Xiao opened his mouth and said, this poem is simple and easy to understand, although it is the easiest ancient poem to create, it is also the most difficult ancient poem to create.

Because in just 20 words, it is necessary to show one of your own artistic conceptions, and it must be easy to understand, so that everyone can understand it at a glance, which is a bit difficult.

"I don't think this poem is very good, compared with the previous deciduous ancient poems, it's not a realm, is this the ancient poem you took out, don't be smiling and generous."

Before Principal Xiao began to praise Lin Mu's calligraphy and ancient poems, Qiu Qiming immediately spoke first and began to ridicule.

He was smart enough to know what Principal Xiao was going to do, so he was the first to speak at this moment and completely strangled his good intentions in the cradle.

However, Lin Mu didn't care at all, he sneered: "This poem is only given to Principal Xiao, and the poem is chanted to the people, do you think I wrote it to you?"

"Hmph, if you have any ability, hurry up, there are so many of us, but we don't have time to spend it with you, now we are extraordinarily gracious, give you a chance to justify, I hope you take advantage of it."

Qiu Qiming said coldly, this was not his intention, his original intention was to let Lin Mu defend himself, and then beat him into the bottomless abyss, so that he couldn't raise his head at all.