Zhang Zhida looked around again.

No matter which genius it was, they all dodged their eyes to avoid his gaze and answered this question silently.

Just when Zhang Zhida thought that his conclusion had successfully persuaded everyone, a hand was raised beside Ning Wuxian.

"I can."

“……”

Ning Wuxian, who was a step late, looked at Shen Youchu with tears and laughter.

It's not that he will deal with this problem, and Miss Shen doesn't need to stand up for him.

But to his surprise, Zhang Zhida was not as arrogant as before for Shen Youchu's answer, but asked cautiously: "Excuse me, are you the holy hand of the painting world, Shen Tuling Shen?" ”

Shen Tuling?

Ning Wuxian was rather surprised and asked, "Your character is Tu Ling?" ”

"Huh? Didn't I tell Ning Gongzi? ”

Shen Youchu retracted his hand to cover his mouth, and for some reason, he smiled, not shy, but like a somewhat weak expression, which made Ning Wuxian a little puzzled.

Known as the holy hand of painting, still unwilling to admit it?

This is not like Miss Shen's style.

He also wanted to ask again, but Zhang Zhida, who had already received an accurate answer, made a gesture towards Shen Youchu and made a literati salute.

"I don't know that Miss Shen is here, just now my question is just to ask the people in the literary world present, and it has nothing to do with Miss Shen, but anyone who has heard of the name of Tu Ling's family, who doesn't know that Tu Ling's family is superb, which can be called a magic work, whether it is seen or unseen, it can be outlined on paper, and admired below."

Shen Youchu originally wanted to take the opportunity to refute Zhang Zhida's doubts.

Who would have thought that this No. 1 talent in Luohe Road would be so cheeky.

is disgusted with Ning Gongzi in every way, and he keeps patting her on the back.

The stuffiness that made her hold her stomach couldn't attack.

Seeing this, Ning Wuxian could only gently drag her in the direction behind him, and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't worry, I will let him lift a stone and hit himself in the foot." ”

As he spoke.

Seeing that Shen Youchu did not plan to pursue Zhang Zhida, he reiterated his question again.

This time, Ning Wuxian didn't wait for others to answer, he also learned from Shen Youchu to raise his hand.

"I can."

“……”

Zhang Zhida couldn't help but roll his eyes, and his face was full of the word disdain.

I've seen shameless, I've never seen such shameless!

Ning Wuxian, this is conclusive evidence, do you simply want to get rid of everyone's suspicion of his ghostwriting in this way?

Dream!

"Ning Wuxian, this kind of thing is not something you can say you can."

"That's what you said you could?"

Ning Wuxian was still smiling.

In Zhang Zhida's view, such a laugh is tantamount to a provocation.

Just right.

As early as when Zhang Zhida took advantage of the competition, in fact, to expose Ning Wuxian's fakeness, he decided to tear his face with Ning Wuxian, and at this time he simply sacrificed a killer feature.

"Since Ning Wuxian is so confident that you can make it, you can write wonderful poems without becoming, hearing, or seeing, that's good!"

Zhang Zhida cleared his throat and beckoned to everyone.

"Let's take a look, our fake Jinling poet immortal, intends to prove his innocence, among your colleagues, can you go to some remote places to study, or some remote places have left poems there, you can come forward to compete with this impostor."

"As long as you can win this fake poet immortal, even if you have contributed to the elimination of the literary world, you will definitely be famous all over the world."

The interests are touching, and the clever words are good at people.

Ning Wuxiao felt that Zhang Zhida was doing today's thing, and the stupid ingredients couldn't compare to the bad ingredients.

When the matter is small, let Brother Qin Shi and Ju Xiang go to explore the details of this No. 1 talent in Luohe Road.

Everyone is not interested in what Zhang Zhida said to make a contribution.

But for the Jinling poets who can defeat the fake and become famous all over the world, many people are very interested.

There are even some people who claim to be talented, and they are even fantasizing that when the fake poet fairy is exposed, and the name is empty but no one claims it, he can give it a try.

With this thought, someone immediately raised his hand to signal.

"Brother Zhang, I have been to Kunlun Sacred Mountain, where few people have set foot in it, and I once left a poem there."

The person who spoke cleared his throat.

When the eyes of everyone around him were focused on him, he slowly spoke.

"Beidou is in the south city, holding the moon wheel on the sea. Fly into Kunlun and turn into a cloud for a day. ”

As soon as this poem came out, few people applauded.

Because it has no form or intention, it only knows that Kunhua Mountain is in the north, so the location of Beidou is in the south, knowing that there should be a sea in this Kunlun Mountain, and the mountain peak is extremely high, you can imagine the poet's idea of standing on the top of the mountain and wanting to fly to the clouds, but that's all.

In particular, the choice of words and sentences is very common, and it can only be said that the level is average, just to say the general situation of Kunlun Mountain.

But.

Zhang Zhicai still applauded.

"Good poetry! This poem expresses the grand wish of this benevolent brother to take a step to the clouds, and the true feelings here are moving, and the first sentence of the word is even more vivid, making me feel like I have arrived at the beach. ”

Although Zhang Zhicai has not been to the beach yet, he praised this benevolent brother in order to highlight the true strength of Ning Wuxian in the future.

He's happy to do that.

Zhang Zhida took the lead and applauded, and the other talents also realized that they were on the same front as this benevolent brother.

They all shouted hello.

Shen Youchu pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, rolled his eyes, and looked at the carriages and ox carts in front and behind.

Want to rely on the strength of the crowd to define the truth or falsehood of Ning Gongzi, a poetic immortal?

You are dreaming.

"Mei Xiang, go call someone to ......"

Ning Wuxian saw Shen Youchu whispering a few words next to Mei Xiang, and Mei Xiang showed a sly smile, not only curious about what their master and servant were thinking.

After thinking about it, Zuo was just fighting for him and went with her.

Even if he poked out the basket, he would come to deal with the aftermath.

"Ning Wuxian, have you been to Kunlun Mountain?"

After praising Zhang Zhicai, who wrote the question, he did not forget that the most important thing is not to applaud others and make a name for others, but to expose Ning Wuxian's true face.

As long as this Jinling poet immortal falls, it will affect the fighting spirit of the talented people from Jiangnan Province.

At that time, as long as the prince is willing to support him, ask a few people to write on his behalf, and then create Luohe Shixian is not easy?

If someone doubts his strength, he will not be as stupid as Ning Wuxian, and he will rise to the challenge as soon as he is provoked.

He will only excuse the poet and the immortal need inspiration to compose poetry on the spot.

Inspiration is the best excuse when you can't create a great work.

It's a pity, Ning Wuxian is too stupid, and it was not easy to win the name of a Jinling poet, and he will be destroyed today.

"This brother, the Kunlun Mountain you have seen, in addition to being high and far away, is located in the extreme north, and it seems to be no different from other coastal peaks."

Ning Wuxian's evaluation hit the nail on the head.

The poet opened his mouth to refute, Zhang Zhida glanced at him angrily, and shouted at Ning Wuxian: "Ning Wuxian, you don't care about the level of other people's poetry, anyway, you are a poet immortal, your level must be above him, otherwise, you are a ghostwriter!" ”

"Oh, I know, you don't have to bite this point over and over again, you don't have the back of your ears, you don't say it so loudly, and you can't hear me speak, isn't it just reciting the poem of Kunhua Mountain, I'll read it to you now."