After Zhang Bin's identity was revealed, the people at the scene began to discuss.

Among them, there are disciples from the outer sect of the Wind and Thunder Sect, who stood up to testify.

It's just that these people are more outsiders, and they want to see what kind of poem Zhang Bin wants to make.

Therefore, although those outer disciples had fire in their eyes, they didn't have the opportunity to go up and reason with Zhang Bin, after all, it was too crowded here, and if they wanted to find trouble with Zhang Bin, they had to squeeze to the river.

......

"It's over, it's over, let's find a place to hide, I didn't expect this brother to have such a bad character, and he would do such a hurtful thing. After a while, he failed to compose a poem, and once the identity of Tao Chenzi's descendants was revealed, it was a public anger, this is a double crit injury, no one will want to beat him at that time, if these people know that we are in a gang, then I am afraid that our three lives will have to be explained here tonight!"

When Zhang Jiao and the three of them heard Zhang Bin's deeds from the crowd, especially when they saw those outer disciples of the Wind Thunder Sect clenching their fists one by one, their eyes breathing fire, they broke a cold sweat.

I don't want to do anything, one runs faster than the other.

......

And on the lake, the ladies in those flower boats were laughing and discussing.

After half a ring, except for the six flower boat ladies who were waiting for Huang Xing, they leaned on the shore, and the other flower boats swam into the distance, it seemed that they had no hope for Zhang Bin......

Zhang Bin didn't know that his identity had been exposed, after all, the scene was too noisy and bustling, and he didn't know what these people were discussing, of course, it was definitely not a good word for himself.

Zhang Bin tried his best to keep himself from outside interference, racking his brains to think about the famous poems handed down by his predecessors on the earth. After all, I have been in this world for more than a year, and in addition to "work-study", all I think about is how to make myself stronger, but I have forgotten many of my memories on the earth.

His eyes went from the upper reaches of the lake to the lower reaches of the lake, where there was no bustle, and in the light of a few sparse lamps, a few fishermen were casting their nets, and by the lake, seven or eight women were washing their clothes, playing with each other, and their laughter seemed to be heard from so far away......

Suddenly, a poem came to mind.

"After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn. ”

Zhang Bin's voice is not high, but his breath is long. When the first sentence was read, most of the people around me didn't pay attention, and they were still talking there.

"The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. ”

But when the second sentence was pronounced, these people involuntarily closed their mouths, and their eyes gradually became dilated, obsessed, and seemed to be immersed in a certain artistic conception.

"The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat. ”

When the third sentence was read out, Huang Xing's body was like an electric shock, his eyes were full of incredulity, and many young ladies on the lake were also shocked and looked at Zhang Bin's position.

"Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandsons can stay. ”

"Ding Dong~"

In the Moon Pavilion, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Chu Shiyin stood up, her long skirt fluttering, her beautiful eyes blinked, she looked over the cover of the flower boat, and looked at the shore, both curious and puzzled.

"Goo-goo-goo~"

In the jungle on the shore, a bird flew up, flapped its wings, and landed beside Zhang Bin.

As soon as Zhang Bin stretched out his hand, a red-crowned bird landed on his hand. He threw it gently, and the bird was not frightened, but flapped its wings and returned to Zhang Bin's side.

......

"This ...... This..... This is a poetic apparition!"

Someone woke up from the artistic conception, saw this scene, and shouted regardless of the image. And his cry alarmed the birds that stayed around Zhang Bin, and they all flew away in fright.

At the same time, others also woke up from the artistic conception of the poem.

"Oh my God, I just felt like the fisherman who cast his nets and fished, and the washerwoman on the shore was still greeting me?"

"This artistic conception is too real, right? I can't tell the truth from the false, I even think that I am in a dream now, and the picture in the artistic conception just now is real......"

Zhang Bin...... He, he actually has such a profound accomplishment in poetry, it is unbelievable!"

"I feel like I've admired Zhang Bin a little, and I'll apologize for my fierce words later!"

"His attainments in composing poetry have climbed to another peak, and such a Tianjiao can only be cultivated by Tao Chenzi's predecessors, how can he be an impostor? Huang Xing actually dares to question him, and he has to compete with him to compose poems, is this person mentally retarded? I feel pain when I hit him in the face!"

......

The onlookers were completely fried, they really didn't expect Zhang Bin to make a famous poem with such an artistic conception as "Famous Poems Manifestation"!

Famous poems manifest and empathize, the poems between these two levels are already worlds apart, and the difference between the two is not based on Taoism.

Especially the "manifestation of famous poems", after the poems of this level are made, they will have innate spirituality, and there will be some visions that ordinary people can't imagine, such as the birds and birds listening to the ......

In fact, Zhang Bin himself didn't expect such a strange scene in this poem, which made him a little dumbfounded, wondering if the great poet Wang Wei also had such a vision of "birds and birds listening" when he came out.

......

Just as Zhang Bin was thinking, the daughters in Mochizuki Lake became restless.

This landscape poem is like a natural one, especially for those of them who know poetry, they are relaxed and happy when they read it, and it is simply a priceless treasure.

When they looked at Zhang Bin, they all had red faces and red ears, and their shy appearance provoked others to swallow their saliva.

When Huang Xing wrote famous poems, they were just surprised and didn't think too much, after all, some of them were of this level, and it could only be said that this kind of poems were rare, but they couldn't reach the point of breaking through their hearts and making them lose their minds. But after listening to this three-story poem, just like a fan seeing his idol, his heart throbbed, like a deer colliding, he couldn't calm down at all, and he came to Zhang Bin by flower boat one by one, for fear of being preempted by others.

Even the six young ladies who were waiting for Huang Xing to get on the boat came to Zhang Bin at this time, they were the first to get the moon near the water, as for Huang Xing, they had already forgotten about it.

This made Huang Xing on the shore look at the green tendons, and a fury brewed in his heart......

As soon as Zhang Bin raised his head, he saw the flower boats in front of him, and the ladies stood on the bow of the boat, wanting to say shy.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Bin wondered, shouldn't these ladies appreciate and analyze it next, and then call themselves on the boat? When the time comes, you can slap Huang Xing in the face by comparing the number of people...... However, something seems to be wrong!

Zhang Bin just wanted to remind the young ladies and let them not forget to appreciate it. But at this time, Huang Xing came to Zhang Bin alone, his face was gloomy and very scary.

This is what it looks like......

"You...... Stuck phlegm again?" Zhang Bin wondered.