Zhang Wuji put down the pen, the last word "Tian" ended, and a complete peach blossom song was displayed in front of the world, Zhang Wuji put down the brush and blew gently. Ｘ

Zhang Wuji, who stood up straight, flicked his sleeves, his resolute face, and his upright body, and then thought of the artistic conception of Zhang Wouji's poem, and everyone looked at Zhang Wuji with envy.

"Zhang's master...... With great talent in my heart, this poem is like a mirror, reflecting a clear portrayal of the world. Gao Qi sighed, with an infinitely embarrassed look, and hugged his fist at Zhang Wuji and said: "Gao Qi is not talented, he is willing to bow to the wind, Zhang is in charge of Gao Cai, and he is convinced." ”

With Gao Qi's statement, he directly put down the pen and stopped writing, Song Lian also put down the pen, cast an apologetic look at Zhang Wuji, and said: "I have mixed feelings in my heart, yes...... Song misunderstood Zhang, and Song felt guilty and willing to bow down. ”

"Brother Zhang, Yuan Xi has seen what is the holy hand in the poem today, a poem expresses the artistic conception you are pursuing, fascinating, and it shows that you have no intention of paying most of your life for something, and finally turned into ......a field under the hoe," Yuan Xi said and bowed deeply.

Shi Nai'an also followed the fist salute and said loudly: "Zhang's master's poem makes Shi a whim, and he must write a story of fighting swords and rivers and lakes in the future. ”

Yang Ji also nodded and said, "I will go back and visit Zhang, and sing a song with Zhang, today...... It's okay not to write. ”

A group of Jiangnan geniuses have put down their pen and ink and retreated into the crowd, although those women are unwilling, but the talents who accompanied them to compete for the concubine are willing to bow to Zhang Wouji, which proves that Zhang Wouji's poems have stabilized them, and the competition is also a battle of trapped beasts, rather than this, it is better to get away in style.

Mi Yunyan, who was standing beside Han Mo, looked at Zhang Wuji with a curious look, Zhang Wuji stood tall, with his hands behind his back, with a resolute face, and Shishi Li standing beside him, she was faintly envious of Shishi Li.

The people who were close to the court in the field, after carefully recalling Zhang Wuji's poems, shook their heads and sighed: "Brother Zhang, Li can't make such fascinating poems that describe the world's various situations, and he is willing to bow down." ”

"If you leave today, you must pursue the escapist life of the peach blossom fairy in the peach blossom dock and the peach blossom fairy in the peach blossom hermitage. ”

In the end, only Han Mo and Mi Yunyan were left in the field, and Zhang Wuji was followed by Master Li.

If Han Mo can't make a poem comparable to Zhang Wuji from it, Zhang Wuji will be the first of this classification list.

Moreover, Zhang Wouji's poem has been well received by everyone, not only the talents of Jiangnan, but also some talents in most of the capital have made high praise for Zhang Wouji.

Looking at this scene, Mi Yunyan pulled Han Mo's sleeve, she knew that although Han Mo was talented, Han Mo ...... may not be able to make such meaningful and impeccable poetry.

If you force it to write it down, it will definitely be compared, and in the end, there will definitely be harm if there is a comparison, and it must be Han Mo who is hurt, rather than this, it is better to admit defeat heartily and generously.

Mi Yunyan is also a woman who can afford to lose, and she doesn't want Han Mo to be hit in literature because she must help her become the head of the concubine.

"Childe......" Mi Yunyan shouted.

Han Mo waved his hand, glanced at Zhang Wuji, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang is talented, his writing is like a god, and his poetry is even more profound, which Han admires, but ...... is unwilling to compete with Zhang. ”

"Zhang Zhang's peach blossom hermitage poem, stunning four, I also pick the peach blossoms, a paragraph of words and one of the competition, how the poem, in the end, everyone commented, high and low, their own judgment. Han Mo said.

Zhang Wuji nodded and said: "Today, I didn't intend to dance with everyone, but it was difficult for everyone to be kind and make a peach blossom song, if Brother Han has high talent, he can compete with him." ”

Zhang Wuji's words made Han Mo turn his head, doesn't this mean that Zhang Wuji is saying that he has been clamoring for Zhang Wuji to compose poetry just now?

Han Mo picked up the sheep's hair pen, the font he wrote was more beautiful, and he walked in a gentle font, and suddenly said: "In Jin Taiyuan, martial arts people fish for business. ”

When Han Mo read this sentence, Zhang Wuji's mind suddenly appeared, isn't this mud horse Tao Yuanming's?

"Traveling by the stream, forgetting the distance of the road. Suddenly, the peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps between the shore, there are no miscellaneous trees in it, the fragrant grass is delicious, the fallen flowers are colorful, and the fishermen are very different. Moving forward again, I want to exhaust the forest. ”

As he spoke, Han Mo wrote on the paper, as if he had written it himself, and everyone was caught in the picture scroll by the poems he read, as if they were looking for the peach blossom source.

Zhang Wuji couldn't stand it, this mud horse ...... I'm plagiarizing what hasn't appeared in this era yet.,It's good for you.,Plagiarize the classical Chinese of your predecessors to compete with me.,I'm going to expose you, and you have nothing to do with it.。

However, such a blatant exposure of Han Mo, Han Mo will definitely not be happy on face, but if Han Mo has not taken over the text, he will take it for Han Mo, I don't know if Han Mo can still write it?

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Wuji spoofed his mind and said with a smile: "When the forest runs out of water, there will be a mountain, and the mountain has a small mouth, as if there is light." Toilet Boat ......"

After Zhang Wuji read it out, Han Mo's face changed greatly, and a puzzled look flashed on his face on the second floor, this ...... It was he who saw it on a fragment, and the only person he took out to share it was Han Mo.

How did Zhang Wuji know about this? And seeing that Zhang Wuji seemed to know more than this, Han Mo's face changed greatly and was looked at by Mi Yunyan, looking at this scene suspiciously.

Han Mo suddenly said in a deep voice: "Master Zhang, how did you learn about my poems?"

"Oh, is this your poem?" Zhang Wuji suddenly chuckled, and looked at Han Mo with a smile.

Han Mo's face became gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "This is naturally my poetry......"

"Okay, then I'll write it together and see who writes it completely?" Zhang Wouji said with a smile.

"You...... Didn't you peek into my house in advance?"

"No, I have been familiar with the books of sages since I was a child, and I am well versed in the truth that knowledge changes fate, and all kinds of poetry and essays are quite invasive.

There are only fragments in history, and the rest of the content is still modern and complete, so he doesn't believe that Han Mo can write it all.

It doesn't hurt to write them all, after all, two of the same poems,