[252, a masterpiece through the ages, continuing to shock]

"Good poetry, what a good poetry! The poem of King Teng Pavilion and the preface of King Teng Pavilion complement each other, and this article has taken this article to a new level!"

"Poetry is written in an instant, and literature is written in an instant, how can such a great talent plagiarize? And how can you disdain plagiarism?"

"The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, things change and the stars move a few degrees of autumn, where is the emperor in the pavilion now, and the Yangtze River is empty outside the threshold. It's a wonderful work, especially the artesian emptiness, which is so wonderful!"

Su Qingyun turned a deaf ear to these praises, and his eyes pierced Guo Youwei like electricity:

"Beixi University is really wonderful, first there is a deep Jia, and then there is Guo Youwei!"

"A group of sanctimonious people can become university professors, which is really unrelenting, and the rivers are declining."

"I'm really sad for the higher education in the Dragon Country!"

If slander fails, you will be slapped in the face!

Guo Youwei, an old face is flushed!

He bit his lip and wanted to refute a few words, but when he heard the ridicule around him, he finally shut up, eager to find a crack in the ground and sneak away.

"Hahahahaha!"

Qian Muwen let out a hearty voice and exclaimed:

"Characters through the ages, for a long time, the last one to write a preface and spread through the ages was Wang Xizhi!"

"Now, thousands of years have passed, and there is only the Orchid Pavilion Order in the world, and there is no more king and right army in the world."

"Fortunately, today's event, I'll see the genius again!"

"Mr. Su's talent is unparalleled in the world, please accept my worship!"

Qian Muwen was old, and bowed deeply to Su Qingyun with a disciple salute.

And that's not all!

There were people present who kept walking behind Qian Muwen and followed the disciple salute.

This includes many big names in the academic world!

For example, the old man Wen Qianqiu, the dean of Chang'an Bailu Academy, was respectful and bowed:

"Mr. Su, please bow to me!"

Immediately afterwards, the Confucius Institute Director, Mr. Kong Rufeng, who is 80 years old this year, leaned on crutches, bent down tremblingly, and said:

"Mr. Su, please bow to me!"

After that, countless professors and associate professors followed behind him, bent down in unison, and fell to the ground:

"Mr. Su is above, please wait for me."

Su Qingyun stretched out his hand to help everyone up, and said:

"I'm young and shallow, and I can't stand it! Everyone, please get up."

After everyone got up, Zhang Lingtong, vice president of the Traditional Poetry Association, walked up to Su Qingyun and said excitedly:

"Mr. Su, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, and I have questioned your talent before!"

"As soon as your "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion" came out, it overwhelmed the literary world, unparalleled in the world!"

"With your talents, it is more than enough to participate in the Poetry and Cultural Exchange Conference of the Dragon Kingdom, the Cherry Blossom Country, and the Kimchi Country!"

After speaking, Zhang Lingtong cried with joy and shouted at the sky:

"The sky has eyes, Wenqu Xing descends to earth, and my dragon country is out of the dragon!"

With this shout, everyone wept with joy.

Cheers for Su Qingyun!

In this situation, this scene can really be described as a number of romantic characters, and look at the present day!

Through the ages, the rivers and mountains are still the same, and the romantic characters have long been with the river, scooping and scooping nowhere to be found.

Everyone looked up at Su Qingyun again, and at some point, Su Qingyun had quietly left.

"Look, Mr. Su is there!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone looked up.

The autumn wind of September has disturbed the calm water of the lake, causing ripples.

In the sassy autumn wind, Su Qingyun took a small boat and swam the Ganjiang River!

The figure was like a dream, gradually blurring, and it could no longer be seen.

If it weren't for the ink of "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion" left on the table, everyone would have thought that it was just a dream.

Office of the Department of Literature, Kyungpook University.

Zhao Mingqian is the head of the Department of Literature at Kyungpook University.

After a tiring day, he packed his things and was about to go home from work.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

took out his mobile phone and glanced at the caller ID, Zhao Mingqian smiled:

"Hey, Lao Li, aren't you participating in the Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Meeting in Xijiang Province? Why did you remember to call me?"

Lao Li's trembling voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Director, I—I'm on King Teng's Pavilion right now."

"Nima, Director, it's terrible, Wenqu Xingjun has descended!"

"The amazing work has appeared, oh my God, it's so good, I'm running out of words, I can't describe my shocked heart now!"

Zhao Mingqian looked confused, and said speechlessly: "Lao Li, let you go to the poetry meeting, why are you crazy? What the hell did you do in broad daylight?"

Lao Li said: "You don't understand, you're not at the scene, you haven't seen this article, you can't understand my feelings!"

Zhao Mingqian rolled his eyes: "I don't understand? I am the head of the Department of Literature at Kyungbok University, what kind of articles have I not seen?"

Kyungpook University, as the No. 1 university in the Dragon Kingdom!

It's also well-known all over the world!

And Zhao Mingqian can become the head of the Department of Literature of Jingbei University, which is naturally extraordinary!

He has read a lot of books since he was a child, studied literature at the age of three, can compose poetry at the age of five, and was admitted to Jingbei University at the age of sixteen, causing a sensation in the township.

What kind of article has he not seen?

That's it!

Ding dong!

WeChat rang!

It was Lao Li who sent an article!

"King Teng's Pavilion Order? I'd like to see how shocking it is!"

Zhao Mingqian clicked on it and quickly browsed it.

Three minutes later!

He bounced off his chair with a "rub"!

That's right, it's a bullet!

Zhao Mingqian is in his sixties, and he is about to retire, but the speed just now is not an exaggeration to say that he is a strong guy.

"Nima, genius!"

"No,, Wenqu Xing has descended!"

"Wori, my dragon kingdom is about to produce a real dragon!"

Zhao Mingqian danced excitedly in the office, as a literary master, he actually burst out three foul sentences in a row, which really responded to the sentence "Ecstasy of comic poems".

He continued to look down, and every sentence made him tremble and his pupils contracted violently.

"Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water grows together in the sky!"

"It is difficult to cross the mountain, and those who are sad and lose their way, meet in Pingshui, and they are all guests from other places."

"Whew! Bad luck and bad fate. Feng Tang is easy to be old, and Li Guang is difficult to seal."

"When you are old, you should be strong, you would rather move the heart of the white head, be poor and strong, and do not fall into the ambition of the clouds."

This sentence, this word, is deafening and shocking.

"Strange Texts Through the Ages!"

"Amazing!"

"This is not only an ancient script, but also a very elaborate script!"

As the head of the Department of Literature, Zhao Mingqian knows the difficulty of this article very well, and understands the talent of this article!

Not to mention anything else, as far as he is concerned, he is not talented enough, and he can't write such a splendid article in this life!

And the people who can write such articles are by no means ordinary people!

He immediately called Lao Li back, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said:

", Nima, Wori, Lao Li, you have made a lot of money by stepping on a horse! I knew that the damn won't give you the quota, I'll go to King Teng's Pavilion in person and see who wrote this splendid article!!

At this moment, Zhao Mingqian's intestines were all repentant.