Wang Meng originally wanted Li Muyi to make a poem to overpower Song Mo, but he didn't expect it......

Li Muyi's long narrow eyes narrowed and looked at Song Mo. Facing Li Muyi's sharp eyes, Song Mo couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly. Suddenly, there was a spark collision between the eyes of the two.

But I heard Li Mu read out loud:

CHAPTER XXXIX

"Heze Wednesday Spring, Cool Autumn Festival.

There is no atmosphere in the dew, and the sky is high and the scenery is clear.

Lingcen towers over the peak, and the distant view is wonderful.

Fangju opens the forest, and the green pine crown rock column.

With this chaste and beautiful posture, Zhuo is a masterpiece under the frost.

Remembering the ghost, a thousand years of caressing.

The inspection was not exhibited, and I was tired of the good month. ”

Li Mu read Song Mo's poem again, and then suddenly changed his words and said, "Dare to ask Brother Song, did you write this poem?"

There was an uproar in the hall. Isn't this nonsense? Isn't this what Song Mo just did?

Song Mo looked at Li Muyi and faintly felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't miss anything, so he said in an affirmative tone: "Naturally, I did it just now." ”

Li Mu listened and nodded. Immediately, his eyes closed slightly, and he read again:

"Heze Wednesday Spring, Cool Autumn Festival.

There is no atmosphere in the dew, and the sky is high and the scenery is clear.

Lingcen towers over the peak, and the distant view is wonderful.

Fangju opens the forest, and the green pine crown rock column.

With this chaste and beautiful posture, Zhuo is a masterpiece under the frost.

Remembering the ghost, a thousand years of caressing.

The inspection was not exhibited, and I was tired of the good month. ”

Song Mo was a little puzzled by the white-clothed sword-clad young man dressed as a chivalrous man in front of him. What does this man want to do? If you don't really know poetry and want to delay time...... Hmph, I'm sorry then, I'm going to ......

However, Song Mo was about to speak. Li Muyi's originally squinted eyes suddenly opened completely. A cold thunderbolt exploded on the second floor of this Hidden Incense Pavilion, and the cold cold light filled the entire hall in an instant, and all the candle lights were covered by this cold light at this time. Everyone subconsciously shuddered.

However, the next moment, the icy chill hit again. This time, the frost came from Li Muyi's mouth, and he only heard his voice as cold as ten thousand years of ice and said to Song Mo: "You say, this "He Guo Master Book II" written by Tao Yuanming was actually made by you?"

A flash of lightning flashed, and a thunderclap exploded.

Song Mo's face became pale and bloodless in an instant, his face was extremely ugly, his whole person trembled, his lips trembled, his hand pointed at Li Muyi unsteadily, and he snorted in an unbelievable tone: "You...... You...... You...... No...... No way!"

Song Mo staggered backwards, knocked down a maid, knocked down a chair, and slammed into a table. The dishes and chopsticks shook, the soup splashed, and Song Mo's back was dipped in a bowl of hot soup. But he didn't feel hot, but felt that his body was extremely cold, as if he was naked in a snowstorm of minus 50 degrees.

He! He! He has demolished me! All the fame I have worked so hard to build will disappear! I will become the laughing stock of the world! I will live the lower half of my body like a dog! My dreams, my hopes, my aspirations, my aspirations......

Song Mo's face was like ashes, and his eyes burned with hatred, and he looked at the white-clothed swordsman named Li Muyi.

Li Muyi's voice was not loud, but because he and Song Mo were the focus of the audience. As soon as he spoke, it instantly spread throughout the hall, and everyone, even the people behind his ears, clearly heard what Li Muyi said.

Wow!

There was an uproar! There was an even louder uproar than just now. At this moment, all people, but anyone with a little literary skills, couldn't believe their ears at this moment. What did the white-clothed swordsman say? He said that Song Mo's poem was actually plagiarized from someone else?

People looked at the white-clothed swordsman who was still the same, and then at Song Mo, who was acting abnormally panicked. The answer may be self-evident......

However, who is Tao Yuanming that the white-clothed swordsman is talking about? Why haven't we heard of it? Or is it that kind of hermit? People speculated, and many people still couldn't believe that Song Mo, who was known as a genius poet, would plagiarize other people's poems.

Song Mo's friend stood up, first stared at the panicked Song Mo, and then gritted his teeth and said to the white-clothed swordsman: "Dare to ask this brother, you said that Brother Song copied others." What evidence do you have? Who is the person named Tao Yuanming? And this poem, no one present has ever heard of it, so why can't it be that Brother Song did it? If you dare to fabricate and frame Brother Song, then I ...... I...... I ......"

The man didn't have a reason for 'me' for a long time, maybe he wanted to say something cruel. However, when Song Mo heard that there were still people supporting him at this time, a light flashed in his mind and he came back to his senses. Immediately stand up straight. yes, why am I so alarmed? He said I plagiarized, I plagiarized, did I plagiarize?

Why does he know about Tao Yuanming? Could he be the same...... Is he also a time-traveler? No! No way! Yes, he must have seen it from some unpopular ancient book. Since there are legends of "Sword Immortal" Li Bai and others in this world, isn't it normal for another "powerful" Tao Yuanming to appear?

Even if he came up with evidence, it would only prove that I just copied such a poem. I can infer that I wasn't in good shape today, so I did it to discourage everyone's interest. That's right. At most, it will cause me a little loss of reputation, but it's okay, I will definitely make up for it in the future! At most, I will never copy poetry again!

Song Mo suddenly recovered, straightened his clothes, straightened his already scattered hair crown, stood up straight, and his face once again returned to his previous appearance of a decent man and gentleman without smiling. first arched his hand to his friend over there, and then looked at Li Muyi with burning eyes, as soon as he said the source of the poem, he would immediately explain it as he thought before.

However......

However, in the face of other people's questioning. Li Muyi just squinted slightly at the person and questioned him, and then the corners of his mouth hooked into an obvious disdainful smile, then shook his head and walked back to Wang Meng. First nodded lightly at Wang Meng, and then he leaned his back against the wall again, closed his long narrow eyes and pretended to sleep.

In the face of Li Muyi's contempt, Na Juzi blushed at that time, and jumped up, if it wasn't for the person next to him, he might rush over and have a duel with Li Muyi. For self-proclaimed gentlemen, sometimes the face may be more important than life. But if he wants to duel with Li Muyi......

Song Mo didn't expect this white-clothed swordsman to act like this, he was completely a weirdo. But a thought turned in Song Mo's heart, and he felt that this white-clothed swordsman behaved like this in line with his intentions. If this white-clothed swordsman is entangled in this issue, it will be the most troublesome.