Wang Ming was a little speechless, because those poems were indeed not his. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At best, Wang Ming just chose the right poem to read at the right time and place.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaju is right, those poems are indeed not written by him.

"Xiaju, you are wrong, Gu Panxi and I don't bother to do such a thing in advance. ”

Zhang Xia's eyes were shining, with an expression of "why am I so unbelieving".

Before Wang Ming came to Haicheng, although Zhang Xiaju had never met Wang Ming, in the master's description, he asked himself to have a certain understanding of this senior brother who had never met.

The martial arts cultivation is so deep, the literary talent is still so high, and such a character who is allowed to be literary and martial arts, how can he not coincide with the "senior brother" that the master said.

"Ha, you said that I didn't make those poems, but it makes sense. Wang Ming "told the truth" look.

Zhang Xia gave an expression of "I know".

Wang Ming was depressed, couldn't stand Zhang Xia's appearance, and said: "I don't know what's going on, every time I encounter this kind of occasion, I can't help but blurt out, as if someone said it through my mouth, or 'the wonderful sentence is natural'." ”

Zhang Xiaju's eyes suddenly lit up, and he muttered, "The wonderful sentence is natural?"

Wang Ming's expression suddenly became exaggerated, he covered his mouth, his eyes widened, and said, "Is this what I said?"

Zhang Xiaju nodded.

"It's like this. ”

Zhang Xia glanced at Wang Ming suspiciously, and said, "Just like those dreamlike stories you told?"

Wang Ming nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, sometimes there are suddenly more things in my head for some reason. ”

Zhang Xiaju nodded.

Wang Ming saw that Zhang Xiaju didn't hold on to this, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, explaining to Zhang Xiaju that it was not unbeneficial, at least he borrowed the poems of Chinese poets again, and there was no psychological barrier.

First, when he spread the Chinese civilization of the earth, and second, he had frankly admitted that some mysterious and unknowable forces borrowed his mouth to say it, and it was not he who did it.

This is the truth, not a lie.

If you can use the poets of the Chinese poets, immortals, poets and saints, and do not have to bear the responsibility of "misappropriation", you can get the best of both worlds.

The wine, meat, and bronze utensils on the table were quickly removed, and the maids went back and forth like butterflies wearing flowers, and finally, Wang Ming saw Zhuge Qing. Wang Ming was surprised, this goddess of the Leizhou Martial Arts Hall actually appeared here, and she was doing the same work as a maid.

The rustic celadon teacup, glazed with some blue color after the rain, with small and uniform cracks, Zhuge Qingxing poured tea like flowing water, the slender jade fingers were cocked, and he said softly: "The unique cloud tea of Baiyun Sect, taste it well." ”

At this moment, Zhuge Qing's mood suddenly became calmer than ever.

"Oh, it's a good thing to try. Wang Ming said, reaching out and inadvertently grabbing Zhuge Qingyu's hand.

Zhuge Qingyu's hand trembled, and he quickly retracted, the movement was not big, and the tea did not shake, showing his good tea ceremony skills.

"Life is happy, and you know your hometown in another place. ”

"Rejoice from the heart, not from others. Zhuge Qing said, but his cheeks turned red little by little.

originally thought that he could dodge it, but after not wanting to stagger the service objects, Zhuge Qing didn't expect to face Wang Ming, so he couldn't hide.

Looking at Zhuge Qing, Song Que's chin never closed, this is the goddess of the Leizhou Martial Arts Hall, and now she actually pours tea for herself, when did she mix it up to such a realm.

"The witty words of young talented women are thought-provoking. ”

Zhuge Qing glanced at Wang Ming and said, "What 'young talented girl'? Some people in the Leizhou Martial Arts Hall are shouting nonsense, why should the master of Wang Shaomen say this." ”

Zhuge Qing's psychology has undergone some changes, first he felt ashamed of Song Que and Wang Ming's performance, and then listened to the whispers of those people who were talented in Tang Da, and a little hatred of the same enemy appeared in his heart, and when a teapot was in his hand, these were suddenly put down.

There is an old tea tree behind the mansion of the three brothers of the Yang family of Kaitai Sect, Zhuge Qing feels that he has a fate with himself, and he likes to sit cross-legged under the old tea tree in his spare time, waiting to open his eyes when he suddenly finds that he has forgotten himself for a period of time. In this way, martial arts cultivation has also advanced by leaps and bounds.

Zhuge Qing was originally a little happy, but from the moment she saw Wang Ming, she knew that her so-called rapid progress was really standing still compared to others.

There was something strange in Wang Ming's eyes, at first he saw Zhuge Qing's embarrassment, but now that he didn't, he was suddenly a little happy. Of course, this is not the kind of man who looks at women, but the master who looks at his apprentice.

Wang Ming smiled and said, "Of course, I went to the stage of life and death with that Wu Yingjie, but it wasn't for Lei Qianxue that others thought. As he spoke, Wang Ming looked at Zhuge Qing with hot eyes. Zhuge Qing's heart was like a peaceful lake, and Wang Ming was naughty, so he wanted to throw a stone over to see the reaction of the talented girl.

Sure enough, Zhuge Qing's cheeks flushed slightly, and he said, "I don't care who you are for." ”

"Haha, you really don't want to know?"

Zhang Xiaju couldn't stand it a little, and wanted to touch his forehead with his hand, and said in his heart, when is it now, you still have time to flirt with the old red face.

Zhang Xiaju didn't know that this was Wang Ming's way of relaxing. Because he has just searched his stomach, even if he is worried about a history of Chinese poetry, it seems that there is no poem with the title of "Demon Chaos". It's over, it's really going to be original now, Wang Ming is a little blind, and his brain is struggling to run at the speed of light while "flirting" with talented women.

"It's funny, Master Wang Shaomen, I will study ink for you, lay paper, and wait for the famous sentences of the ages. As he spoke, Zhuge Qing got up, then took out a roll behind him, pulled out a roll of paper from it, spread it out and carefully pressed it with a paperweight stone, and then held a piece of jet-black ink and grinded it in the inkstone where the green pine and bright moon were carved.

Wang Ming had a feeling of being generalized, and then looked around, the maids also unfolded their pens and stood quietly.

"Red sleeves add fragrance and make poetry. Wang Ming praised.

Zhuge Qing's eyes lit up, he glanced at Wang Ming and lowered his head.

Rustling...... There is no one whispering around, some people are writing hard, some people are biting the pen and thinking hard, those who verbally serve Tang Ruoji as the first talent in Yuezhou, really start to fight each other.

There is no first article, what if what you write is in the eyes of others?

King Wu Fatian looked arrogant, the divine envoy An Dequan was still mysterious, Dong Tingshi had a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and the three big figures in costumes were side by side, with different expressions, just like an oil painting with an inexplicable and profound theme.

Wang Ming concentrated on the pen, and did not put down the pen for a long time.

The corners of Zhuge Qing's mouth gradually curved into an arc, and his heart also had a time when you Wang Ming was deflated. Zhuge Qing was a little expectant, a little anxious, and a little gloating.

"Demons, demons, demons, eighty thousand. ”

At this moment, someone in the direction of Tang Dacai chanted loudly. When everyone heard this, they suddenly had an inexplicable feeling.

"Good!" someone praised.

What's so good?