"I don't accept it. There must be fraud in this."
No woman can remain calm in front of such a poem.
You must know that Zheng Cunjian is called "Black-hearted Scholar", which shows that he has the reputation of being a scholar, and a scholar is also a talented scholar among scholars. Therefore, of course he understands the meaning and charm of this beautiful poem.
"You... you're scared."
Some other scholars also started making noises.
The communication power of quatrains and beautiful sentences is terrible.
After hearing this sentence, several disciples of Tianjian Martial Arts Hall were a little surprised and confused.
But now, with the appearance of these two poems, everything is hard to say.
Of course I'm afraid of getting a bad reputation.
Just when everyone was silent due to shock, a young maid with excellent appearance came down from the third floor and ran down. She copied the words that the maid had copied before the ink was dry. He took it away, and before leaving, he glanced at Li Mu curiously.
This was also the reason why they had threatened Li Mu before. After all, the two major academies were major forces in the literary world of Chang'an City. In their eyes, Li Mu was just a small figure, so how could he fight against the two major academies? The tide of public opinion is in their hands.
And it happened to be at this time, on the third floor, the beautiful girl from before ran down, came straight to Li Mu, saluted, and said: "Sir, my lady, please come upstairs. See you there." Then he turned around and said to the others: "My lady, thank you all for coming to support us tonight, please go back."
Another Liu Muyang, who had been out of the limelight before, also looked at Li Mu as if he were an enemy, squinted his eyes, and raised his hands: "Have you asked me your name?"
Especially poems that have been famous for generations have such power.
Liu Muyang squinted his eyes like a poisonous snake, stared at Li Mu, and said: "Boy, if you have the ability, if you come up with a poem of similar quality on the spot, I will obey you, otherwise, you will be blamed for plagiarism. , I’m afraid it won’t be washed off.”
They had always hated each other before, but now they shared the same hatred.
"Hey, you can go. Tonight, if you don't compose another poem or prove it to us, you will be accused of plagiarism."
Two quatrains that are enough to spread.
"You're looking for fucking death." The disciples of Tianjian Martial Arts Hall were all angry.
Look at the Qingren city once, and then look at the Qingren country.
"This kid must have plagiarized other people's poems..."
"Yes, only by writing another song can we prove it." Lin Qiushui also reacted and sneered: "Otherwise, Hanshan Academy will definitely investigate to the end and let the entire city of Chang'an know that you are just a plagiarist of other people's works. Just a thief."
because-
"Impossible, how could you write such a poem?" Madman Song Qingfei's face turned ferocious, and he couldn't help shouting.
Liu Muyang and the other three directly used words to challenge Li Mu.
They also want to know who wrote such poems.
Literati, what are you most afraid of
"Arrogant, simply insane." The short winter melon scholar from Hanshan Academy who had mocked Li Mu before slapped the table and yelled: "Even the young great master Li Mu who made the "Inscription on the Humble Room" is not You would humiliate the chief of our hospital in this way, you are just a poor person, how could you be so arrogant and arrogant?"
Both your body and your name will be destroyed, but the eternal flow of rivers will not be wasted!
A cold light flashed in Zheng Cunjian's eyes, and he said: "Those who don't know whether to live or die, even Zhang Chengfeng would not dare to speak like this in front of me. If you want to die, I can help you at any time."
Zheng Cunjian can imagine what kind of waves this beauty poem will cause once it spreads. Its sensational effect is definitely not inferior to the previous "Inscription on a Humble Room".
But Li Mu looked indifferent, put his hands behind his back, and said, "You are not worthy of knowing my name."
Li Mu smiled and patted his shoulder, and then said: "Don't pay attention to these villains, let's go." After saying that, he walked towards the stairs. In his heart, he suddenly wanted to see this flower master. Well, even if he is not curious about beauties - of course this is impossible, even if he just wants to piss off these low-moral scholars, he still has to go to the third floor to take a look.
Li Mu didn't even look back, and sneered as he walked away: "Hahaha, proof? Prove what? Er Cao Shen's reputation will be destroyed, and the rivers will not waste forever, and the earthworms will shake the big trees. It's ridiculous... you three, What kind of thing is Yingying Gougou? Why should I prove anything to you?"
However, when he finished writing, everyone fell silent.
Lin Qiushui said: "If we can't find out now, it doesn't mean we can't find out in the future."
But for Liu Muyang and the others, it was nothing more than a naked slap in the face.
This guy is acting very stiff.
"Yes, character is the quality of poetry. How could such an arrogant man produce such a poem? Could it be that he plagiarized it from somewhere?" Another scholar from Fengming Academy also stood up and shouted, this kind of poem Skills are not as good as others' methods of throwing dirty water. Scholars like them are really the best at it.
The three people all shouted in unison.
Because they can not only spread locally at that time, but also spread in other places in other times and later generations.
"You feel guilty."
Many people silently smack this poem in their hearts. Every time they read it again, they will have different feelings and experiences in their hearts. It seems that they will never get tired of reading it, and they can't help but be immersed in that artistic conception.
How can this make Song Qingfei, Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang not afraid
When Li Mu wrote the first sentence, everyone in the hall laughed at him.
It is simply a quatrain for the ages.
Their faces were filled with fear and anger.
Their poems were not as good as others', which made them almost angry. Now they were humiliated so arrogantly. This was almost like being slapped in the face with the bare sole of someone's shoe.
The disciples from the Tianjian Martial Arts Hall looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on Zheng Cunjian. The leading disciple asked sharply: "Hey, what is the origin of your companion?" To be honest, As martial artists, they actually look down on these so-called scholars, each of whom claims to be a master of both civil and military skills. But in their eyes, the so-called martial arts of these scholars is just as good as dancing.
The madman Song Qingfei also said with a sinister look: "Yes, how can a person like you write such a poem? Hehe, it must be plagiarism..."
But many people in Wenshengzhai tonight already know it well. I am afraid that this time, everyone will really open the window, and it will not be just a formality like the previous times.
Because these two lines of poems are meant to scold them. As these two lines of poems spread, their reputation has also become bad. The words "Er Cao" and "蚍蜉" in the lines are used to describe them. .
The scholars from the two surrounding academies started making noises again.
Everyone knows that Hua may be tempted.
For a moment, some people in the hall looked at these three people with some sympathy and pity.
"Sir, this..." The maid looked at Li Mu.
Until Li Mu and the little maid disappeared on the stairs, Liu, Lin, and Song did not dare to speak again.
On the third floor, everyone’s judgment has not yet been passed down.
Zheng Cunjian ignored him.
First there was an "Inscription on a Humble Room", and then there was this "Beauty Poem". No matter who it was, it was enough to become famous in the Western Qin Dynasty. Even if Li Mu was not a young great master, he could have risen to prominence.
Many of the people present have studied poetry, so they naturally understand the weight of these two lines, one long and one short. They are extremely delicate and ingenious. Although they are not complete, in terms of completeness, they cannot be compared with [Beauty Poems]. , but in other aspects, it is absolutely comparable. There is almost no need to guess. These two poems can spread crazily in the shortest time.
Many people are angry.
Sure enough, Hua everyone finally opened the window.
Madman Song Qingfei also smiled sinisterly and said: "Yes, little girl, everyone in Hua is probably deceived by this shameless person... We just want to expose his true face."
One sentence is long, one is short, and two lines of poetry.
Zheng Cunjian smiled sinisterly: "If you don't want to die, just shut up."
The outstanding-looking maid, on the other hand, stared at her eyes and said, "You three are so rude. It's just that you can't write good verses yourself, and you actually slander others? My ladies all said that those who write such verses are... He must be someone from heaven... You say this young man plagiarized, what evidence is there? Maybe you can tell, who wrote this poem?"
"Boy, do you dare to leave your name?"
Zheng Cunjian was sitting at the round table and had already smacked the poem in his heart more than a dozen times. Every time he smacked it, the shock in his heart grew a little more. Is this the ability of the youngest literary scholar in the history of the empire? Although he had high expectations for Li Mu before, at this time, he couldn't help but praise and feel ashamed.
An earthworm shakes a big tree, which is ridiculous.
With that said, he was already walking towards the second floor under the leadership of the little maid.
"You... are making excuses." The little maid said angrily. She was obviously on Li Mu's side.
"This..." Liu Muyang was speechless for a moment and said, "What if the person who wrote this poem hasn't published it yet."
Because there is no need to comment at all, everyone can see that the last beauty poem, both in terms of artistic conception and text, completely crushes the other nine poems, even by the madman Song Qingfei, the chief of Hanshan Academy Lin Qiushui or Feng The three poems written by Liu Muyang, the chief of Ming Academy, are worlds apart from this beauty poem.
Suddenly, there was a lot of noise in the field again.
Originally, they thought they had a good chance of becoming the guest of the Hua family, but they were overshadowed by a poor boy who was killed halfway. How could they bear this? It was just like killing his wife and taking away his son. identical.
Song Qingfei, Liu Muyang and Lin Qiushui can be said to be the most frustrated people.
In the hall, many people's eyes also fell on Li Mu, holding their breath, waiting for the answer.
Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, also stared at Li Mu, gritting his teeth and said: "Who are you?"
There were also some people booing around.
That day, a trace of anger appeared on the face of the disciple of the Sword Martial Arts School. He slapped the long sword at his waist on the table and said, "I'm asking you a question. I'm deaf."