Meng Shaojing's words aroused the dissatisfaction of many readers, and some people realized that Meng Shaojing was very likely to be a "smiling tiger". Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lu Jieyuan, don't tell me that you don't plan to write poetry tonight. Meng Shaojing suddenly added.

Lu Ming said: "Today is the Chongyang Society, since I came, of course I have to write a poem, but Brother Shaojing asked me to compare with Ling Zhenguo, and let the scholars of Liang Guo and Tang Kingdom compete for the name of the article, no matter what the result is, there will always be people who lose face, since this is the case, I simply don't write it, so as not to hurt everyone's harmony, if someone wants to blame Brother Shaojing, I am also forced to do so." ”

Many people immediately looked at Meng Shaojing, their faces dissatisfied, and some people had cold eyes.

Meng Shaojing's face changed, and he immediately said: "Now it's the Chongyang Literary Society, and even I, a scholar from a family, have made an exception? Besides, with your literary name, if you don't write poetry, I don't know how many people will be disappointed." ”

"But once I write poetry, you will compare me with Ling Yi, and the relationship between the scholars of Liang and Tang will become awkward, and the scholars like to compete for literary fame, and provoke in this way, no matter what the final result is, no one will be happy. ”

"Lu Jieyuan, why do you have to be so clever? I just praised you for your excellent poetry, which can overpower Ling Yi, how can you say these irrelevant words?"

"It doesn't matter?"

Lu Ming sneered and said: "Brother Shaojing, you are a famous scholar from a family in Changguo, and you have the Xun family and the Cao family as a lesson from the past, I advise you to be smart and don't take the opportunity to play." ”

"Lu Ming, what do you mean!"

Meng Shaojing's face sank, he naturally heard Lu Ming's voice, but as the young master of the Meng family, he had never been warned by others.

"My meaning is very clear, this is the Chongyang Literary Society, although everyone wants to compete for the name of the Wen, but it is a fair competition, you don't take the opportunity to provoke the relationship between readers, that will only make the Wenhui unquestionable. ”

"Ridiculous, I didn't say anything, why do you have to target me? Although I am a child of a family, I have not offended anyone when I gather here today, Lu Jieyuan, you don't want to make trouble for nothing!"

"I'm just telling the truth, because you Changguo people are very dishonest, it is precisely because of dishonesty, so we must be careful, no one here is a fool, who can't see that you want to 'sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight'?"

"Nonsense, don't get me wrong, otherwise how can we communicate?", Meng Shaojing was a little angry.

"I don't want to communicate with you, the reason why I did this is to make everyone here pay attention. Lu Ming said in a deep voice.

"You ......"

Meng Shaojing was speechless, his eyes swept around, and he found that the nearby scholars were all looking at him with a vigilant gaze, and he suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Lu Ming's literary name is indeed too big, as soon as he speaks, someone will be wary of me, if I make it difficult for him at this time, won't I be like Xun Tianfeng?"

Meng Shaojing immediately bowed his hand to Lu Ming and said: "Maybe there is indeed something reckless to offend you, so you will punish yourself with a glass of wine and apologize to Lu Jieyuan." ”

After speaking, he picked up his glass and drank it all.

This move made the faces of many scholars better, and some people showed appreciation, and the eldest husband can bend and stretch, just like a person who does great things.

"I also have something wrong with me, and I also punish myself with a drink. ”

After Lu Ming finished speaking, he also drank a glass of wine, and accepted it when he saw it, neither letting the other party suffer, nor letting himself lose face, let alone leaving a bad impression on the seniors of the Holy Academy, and retreating as advance.

"I didn't get an inch, Lu Ming, this kid is good, and his future achievements will definitely be extraordinary. ", a bachelor praised.

"Adaptable, Meng Shaojing is not bad, but his vision is not broad enough, otherwise the poems he writes can reach the pinnacle of Zhenguo. Kong Ce laughed.

Jing Chongming nodded slightly and said, "I prefer Ling Yi, he is as quiet as a virgin and moves like a rabbit, I think his achievements will definitely not be inferior to Lu Ming." ”

"They are all very good, they are very rare readers, and they should be carefully cultivated. Duan Mo said.

"What Brother Duan said is extremely true. The scholars agreed.

Lu Ming put down his wine glass and said to everyone: "Today is the Double Ninth Festival, climbing Mount Tai today, I have benefited a lot, if I don't write a poem to express my emotions at the literary meeting, it will definitely be a pity, then next, let Xiaosheng sacrifice ugliness." ”

When everyone heard that Lu Ming was going to write a poem, their eyes were full of light and their spirits were vibrant.

"Lu Ming is going to write a poem? That's really good, I've been looking forward to it for a long time!"

"What kind of realm can Lu Ming's poems write this time reach? Mingzhou or Zhenguo?"

"I think it should be possible to become a town country, at most it is not the peak of the town country, as for the spread of the world above the town country, I guess it is impossible. ”

Lu Ming walked to the desk, and the readers rushed up, all wanting to see Lu Ming writing poems.

"Brother Xun, do you think Lu Ming will write another poem that will be passed on to the world?", Cao Luo asked Xun Tianfeng in a low voice.

"I think this should be impossible, the peak of Zhenguo is a very high realm, and countless scholars may not be able to achieve the goal in their lifetime, not to mention that the title of the literary meeting is 'Mount Tai'!", Xun Tianfeng said solemnly.

"What if...... Is he really a poet who has been passed down all over the world?"

"No whatever! I just don't believe that he can even write poems about Mount Tai to spread all over the world, unless he is a poet immortal, or some kind of poetry saint ......"

Xun Tianfeng refuted directly, but he didn't have a bottom in his heart, he kept confirming his thoughts in his heart, and then kept doubting.

Lu Ming laid out the pen and paper, brewed in place for a while, and then wrote "Wangyue" as the title of the poem.

How about Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qingwei is gone.

Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

At the moment when the last stroke was dropped, the page burst with talent, surging like a surging river, and the entire welcome building seemed to tremble slightly.

Everyone heard the sound of a bell, but it was not particularly loud, but it was very melodious and intoxicating.

Immediately afterwards, a lotus flower bloomed on the page, and bursts of ink fragrance wafted out, permeating the entire space.

"How can the talent of this poem be so strong after it is completed? It is already more than twice that of Zhenguo!"

"Looking at it, this is definitely not an ordinary Zhenguo poem!"

"It's all already brilliant, how can it be that there is only Zhenguo?

"Poetry has been passed down to the world?"

Everyone was shocked and had an expression of disbelief on their faces.

But immediately after, Duan Mo and many scholars suddenly stood up, shocked one by one, startling the people next to them. (To be continued.) )