A protagonist who doesn't do copying is by no means a competent traverser.

What's more, born in such a world with a low level of education, if you don't do a copyist, how can you be worthy of the original nine years of compulsory education and three years of high school.

Anyway, Zhang Fan, the copyist, should be confident.

Then again, since he is under the pseudonym Tang Bohu, if he doesn't finish Tang Bohu's poems, it seems a little wrong with the name.

"Old Tang, you are waiting to go down in history in this world with me!"

As a liberal arts dog, Zhang Fan is most familiar with Tang Bohu's poems, in addition to "Born in the yang and there is an end, what if you die and return to the underworld" and "Don't alchemy pills, don't sit in meditation, don't be a businessman, don't plough the fields", the most familiar is this "Peach Blossom Anthem".

After all, in his previous life, it is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Fan watched the movie "Tang Bohu Dots Autumn Fragrance" no less than 100 times, and the lines in it were almost memorized.

Loving the house and Wu, Zhang Fan naturally favored Tang Bohu, the legendary "No. 1 Merry Genius in the South of the Yangtze River".

The moment Zhang Fan jumped on the roof of the Divine Pavilion, he woke up the system, and secretly raised the appearance attribute by two points, and then his performance began.

's handsome and extraordinary appearance, amazing acting skills, emotional recitation, coupled with the elegance and beauty of the wind-blown clothes, made everyone below look stupid.

All of a sudden, the originally noisy Emperor's Pavilion suddenly fell silent.

The people who were shouting and shouting at Zhang Fan a second ago all closed their mouths, their faces were full of intoxication, and their eyes looked up at Zhang Fan who was high above them in a daze.

At this moment, in everyone's minds, Zhang Fan is no longer the nameless man who spoke wildly just now, but an immortal who fell from the sky.

Oh my God, there is such a beautiful and indifferent yet uninhibited poem in the world!

Everyone couldn't speak for a while, but they all thought the same thing in their hearts.

On the quiet Weiyang Lake, the wind blows the blue water, and the willows drive the white gulls away, and only the sound of Zhang Fan's poetry floats.

Suddenly, a pillar-like talent suddenly poured out of Zhang Fan's heart, rising steeply into the sky, and straight into the green underworld.

At this time, in the meditation pavilion of the White Horse Academy.

Confucius was discussing with the three vice presidents about the entrance examination of the White Horse Academy the day after tomorrow, when he suddenly sensed something, his brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but look up.

His face changed suddenly, and Confucius suddenly jumped to his feet, his eyes staring closely at a place in the distance, and his face was full of disbelief, "How is this possible?"

You must know that Confucius is the master of the Great Qin Emperor Dynasty, who has served three generations of emperors, and is the dean of the White Horse Academy.

I didn't expect that today, for some reason, I would be so out of shape, as if I had discovered an extremely incredible thing.

Fang Mingzhou asked strangely, "Lord Dean, what's wrong?"

The other two vice presidents also did not notice the vision, and looked up at Confucius with a stunned face, inexplicable.

"What a rich talent!"

Confucius was amazed.

Even the articles and poems he wrote could not inspire such a strong talent.

After being reminded by Confucius, Fang Mingzhou and the three of them glanced at each other, stood up one after another, and looked in the direction that Confucius's gaze was.

But seeing the southern suburbs of the Beginningless City, a talent like a tornado rose to the sky and shook the sky.

"Just move the song!" Seeing this, Fang Mingzhou and the three of them were immediately shocked, and immediately showed joy, "Oh my God, when did I have such a great talent in the Beginningless City?!"

Confucius smiled and said, "The place where the talent is surging seems to be the Emperor's Pavilion!"

"Emperor Pavilion?" Fang Mingzhou's eyes lit up, "Didn't Song Yu and the four of them say that they made an appointment to go to Emperor Pavilion today? Could it be that they had a sudden inspiration and wrote something amazing?"

"Congratulations to the dean, you have trained a few good disciples!"

Who knows, Confucius shook his head and said bluntly: "With the talents of Song Yu and the four of them, they can't write articles and poems with such talent!"

After all, the talent just now was so amazing that even he asked himself if he couldn't do it, let alone Song Yu and a few of them.

No matter how talented Song Yu and the others are, they were trained by Confucius, so Confuciusf knows their strength well.

Hearing this, Fang Mingzhou was also stunned for a moment, and muttered: "If it wasn't Song Yu and them, then who would it be?"

But no matter who can write such a talented article and poem, it is bound to be not an ordinary person.

Confucius said with a smile: "I wonder if the three of you are interested in going to the Emperor's Pavilion with the old man?"

He was originally a talented man, and since such a talented and mysterious person appeared in the Beginningless City, he naturally wanted to get acquainted.

"That's what I mean!"

Fang Mingzhou and the others bowed down and said.

The figure flashed, and the four of them immediately set off, heading in the direction of the Emperor's Pavilion, stepping into the air.

......

Emperor's Pavilion.

Witnessing the vision of talent surging in the sky, Lu Ji's face changed greatly, and he muttered: "This is ...... qi"

As monks who have entered the Tao with literature, they certainly know the strength of this talent.

If this poem had been written by them, it would have been enough for them to directly improve their cultivation by a great level.

It's a pity that although they don't want to admit it, they have to admit that with their talents, they can't write such talented poems at all.

The faces of the four of them were gloomy, like defeated roosters, and they hung their heads.

At this moment, His Excellency the Emperor, the originally silent crowd suddenly surged.

"It's just a song! It's a song! Oh my God, is this—this still written by someone?"

"Which immortal in the sky is this son, so handsome!"

"Yes, it's much more handsome than Song Yu! Sure enough, there is no harm if there is no comparison!"

"The old lady only found out today, it turns out that Song Yu is so ugly, and the old lady used to be so obsessed with him, ahh

......

But seeing that those supporters who had fallen into madness several times for their own sake actually left themselves at this time and threw themselves into the arms of others, Song Yu's somewhat handsome face was blue and white for a while, and a trace of poisonous hatred could not help but pass through the depths of his eyes.

"Boy, who the hell are you sacred?

Half of his body leaned out of the railing, Song Yu looked up at Zhang Fan who was standing on the roof, and asked angrily.

"Just Tang Bohu, a person from Wu'an County!"

Zhang Fan said with a smile.

"What kind of tiger made of sugar, I haven't heard of it!" Song Yu sneered, "Wu'an County, Wu'an County still dares to come to Wushi City, do they want to follow in the footsteps of Ji Jin?"

With that, Song Yu stepped on his feet fiercely, and immediately jumped on the roof of the Emperor's Pavilion and confronted Zhang Fanyao.