Ning Wuxian deliberately accentuated the tone of the word "reading", which was clearly aimed at the "reading poetry" rather than "composing poetry" that Zhang Zhida said earlier.

Of course.

He really didn't intend to write poetry.

Although he has been to the Kunlun Mountains, he has not entered them to climb and visit, but he is fortunate to have seen those styles in various literary inheritances.

"Ning is fine, you have the ability......"

"It's late at night in the Jade Palace, and the three thousand worlds are quiet."

As soon as Ning Wuxian's poem came out, he successfully blocked back the radical words that Zhang Zhida wanted to question.

And those talented people who were still clamoring and fantasizing about being able to replace them just now.

Only hearing this first line of poetry, even if I have never been to Kunlun Mountain, I still can't help but substitute for it, and I feel a chill in my back.

"The slight rain sticks to the Qi tree, and the mighty wind moves the treasure forest."

The wind is blowing.

Someone trembled and clenched his arms.

The benevolent brother who wrote the poem just now opened his mouth wide in shock, and it was hard to imagine that Ning Wuxian, who had never set foot in Kunlun Mountain at all, actually wrote out the scene in the mountains!

But the master of the mountain had said when he went there that he had not received a visitor for many years.

Could it be that these are all imagined by Ning Wuxian?

Ning Wuxian can read the last two sentences regardless of what others do to read and comprehend.

"On the top of Kunlun Mountain, the moon is shining in the center of the sea."

"When you look back, where can you find the platform on the twelfth floor."

Listening to his poems, many people have begun to shake their heads and reminisce.

The mountain is still the mountain.

The sea is still the sea.

However, because of the poet's different moods, different ideas, and different angles described, the works that come out are also very different in style, and they are very different.

The genius who thought that the poem he wrote was okay before, compared to the poem written by Ning Wuxian, he only felt that he should not come out to show ugliness.

This time.

He realized that some rumors were not exaggerated, but realistic.

Jinling poets and immortals really have poems that even if they have not been to or seen them, they can still write poems about the characteristics of this place and this thing.

Is it revered to be called a poet immortal?

This person should only be in heaven, and how many times will he see him on earth.

"Ning Shixian, it's served! The poem you wrote about Kunlun Mountain convinced me, and I felt like I was returning to Kunlun Mountain and seeing its majestic beauty. ”

The only party present who had been to Kunlun Mountain was willing to bow down.

This made Zhang Zhida, who still wanted to insist on his opinion, feel like he had slapped someone hard, and his face was burning.

At the same time, he was still scolding in his heart that the talented man who spoke did not know how to be flexible.

Anyway, Ning Wuxian has never been to Kunlun Mountain, it is only necessary to say that the poems written by Ning Wuxian only based on imagination are too vain and not a portrayal of the real scene at all.

Idiot!

Zhang Zhida kept scolding in his heart, not only embarrassing himself but also embarrassing him.

Without noticing, he had drilled the tip of the bull's horns.

Ning Wuxian had already used this poem to prove his innocence, but in his eyes at this time, he only had to complete the task of exposing Ning Wuxian's ghostwriting, so that Ning Wuxian would be ruined and replaced by himself, and he had no other ideas at all.

"Everyone who still wants to challenge Ning Wuxian, hurry up and stand up!"

"Ning Wuxian may have heard others talk about the scenery of Kunlun Mountain, so he let people make a draft in advance, and he only needs to take the opportunity to become famous in the world when the time comes."

"Everyone has been studying hard for many years, and you should know that if a person wants to write poetry, he may not be able to write a poem that can be passed down to the world in his life, but if he just recites it, thousands of poems can be treasured."

That's what I said.

But at this time, everyone saw Ning Wuxian composing poems with their own eyes, which was no different from the rumors, and had already been calmed down by the "wind on Kunlun Mountain".

If Ning Wuxian really asked someone to ghostwrite thousands of poems and write all the scenes in Daxing, wouldn't they be in a hurry to find defeat when they challenged again?

If Ning Wuxian hadn't asked someone to write for him, they would have a chance to win, but with Ning Wuxian's inspiration and talent as soon as he opened his mouth, this chance was even lower than letting them participate in the imperial examination and become the champion.

"Everyone's scared?"

What a bunch of mud that can't hold up to the wall!

Zhang Zhida saw that other people changed their views on Ning Wuxian because of this poem, so he was frightened, and he was so anxious that he couldn't do it.

If you wait for everyone's momentum to disappear, today's doubts will become nonsense.

No way!

Zhang Zhida didn't care about being the driving force behind the scenes, waiting for others to test him for him, so he simply stood up himself.

"Ning Wuxian, you just happened to be able to read ghostwritten poems about Kunlun Mountain, I don't believe you will be anything else!"

"Oh? Even if I win against others, even if the person concerned admits it, you still have to question me? ”

Ning Wuxian directly picked out the words.

"Zhang Dacai, is someone deliberately asking you to destroy my reputation, so that when I compete with the countries of the Western Regions, if I win them, I will say that I asked someone to write for me, and then I will lose if I win, not only me, but other talents who write poems will also suffer such unfair questioning?"

Isn't it just kidnapping a group of people and using the suspicion for their own use?

Ning Wuxian, who has always been good at tooth for tooth and eye for eye, is not unscathed.

It's just waiting for the best time to give Zhang Zhida the biggest blow.

Sure enough, his words were like stepping on Zhang Zhida's sore feet.

Zhang Zhida immediately shouted angrily: "Nonsense! I want to expose your true level so that you don't deceive everyone anymore, and I won't question others! ”

"Oh!"

Ning Wuxian had a suddenly realized expression and smiled playfully.

"It turns out that Zhang Dacai is not fighting fakes for justice, but simply coming at me, so why didn't you say it earlier, why did you have to pull everyone in, so that uninformed people mistakenly think that you are the embodiment of justice, and keep saying that you want to purge me on behalf of the literary world, but in fact, you don't like me and want to suppress me, then come on, let me see what you, the number one talent in Luohe, have to do?"

Reverse challenge?

Zhang Zhida panicked, and before he could reply, he heard Ning Wuxian continue: "With this autumn maple leaf as the topic, how about asking Zhang Dacai to write a poem?" ”

His words fell, and everyone looked at the red maple leaves on the North Mountain not far away.

Those maple leaves are in full swing, more brilliant than spring flowers.

But at this time, in Zhang Zhida's eyes, it was as dazzling as a pool of blood, and it made him a little dizzy.

"The topic of autumn maple leaves is very simple, I remember that Brother Zhang wrote two related poems before."

"Yes, this topic happens to be what Brother Zhang is good at."

The two people who questioned with Zhang Zhida before usually got closer to Zhang Zhida, and they couldn't wait for Zhang Zhida to show his strengths and defeat Ning Wuxian.

They will also be stained with light.

Unexpectedly.

After Zhang Zhida heard this question, his face became extremely solemn.

The topic of autumn maple leaves seems simple, but it is indeed very simple.

But since he had written two related poems before, he had to surpass them.

Especially among those two poems, one of them was still written by his father who found a unique copybook and asked a great Confucian to revise it, and then wanted to surpass it, which was really true for him.

It's hard to climb!