The Divine Martial Stars

When Li Mu wrote the first sentence, the people in the entire hall were laughing at him.

However, when he finished writing, everyone was silent.

Because there is no comment at all, anyone can see that the last beautiful poem, whether it is artistic conception or writing, has completely crushed the other nine poems, even if it is the madman Song Qingfei, the chief of the Hanshan Academy, Lin Qiushui or Feng Liu Muyang, the chief of Mingshu Academy, the three verses of the three men, in the face of this beautiful poem, is also far from heaven.

Regardless of the city, consider the country.

It is simply an eternal quatrain.

Many people silently touched this poem in their hearts. Every time they read it again, they will have different experiences and experiences. They will pile up in layers, as if they are never tired of reading, and they will involuntarily immerse themselves in that mood.

Just when everyone was silent because of the shock, a small maid who looked down on the third floor ran down and smashed the text of the waitress. If the ink is still dry, it’s already Take it away, leave, and glanced at Li Mu.

Everyone knows that spending flowers may be tempting.

No woman can remain calm in front of such a poem.

Zheng Cunjian sat at the round table. He had already touched the poem for more than a dozen times in his heart. Every time he touched it, the shock in his heart added a few points. Is this the most young Wenjinshi in the history of the empire? Although I was very much looking forward to Li Mu, at this time, he couldn't help but admire him again and again.

It should be known that Zheng Cunjian is called [Black Heart Show Talent], which shows that he is a well-known scholar. Xiu Cai is also a talented person among scholars. Therefore, he certainly understands the meaning and charm of this beautiful person.

First, a [Ding room Ming], and then this [Grandpa poetry], no matter who it is, is enough to name the West Qin, even if Li Mu is not a juvenile grandmaster, can be smooth.

Zheng Cunjian can imagine that once this beautiful poem is spread out, what kind of waves will be caused, and its sensational effect is definitely not inferior to the previous [陋室铭].

On the third floor, the judgement of everyone has not been passed down.

But many of the people in Wenshengzhai tonight are already well aware. I am afraid that this time, everyone really wants to open the window. It will not be like a few times before, just going through the game.

"Impossible, how can you write such a poem?" The singer Song Qingfei stunned and couldn't help but yell.

Lin Qiushui, the chief of the Hanshan Academy, also stared at Li Mu, gnashing his teeth: "Who is this?"

Liu Muyang, who had previously been in the limelight, looked at the enemy's eyes and looked at Li Mu, squinting his eyes and arching his hands: "I haven't asked your high name yet?"

In the hall, many people's eyes also fell on Li Mu's body, holding his breath and waiting to answer.

They also want to know what kind of poetry is made by whom.

However, Li Mu was indifferent, with his hands behind his back, saying: "You still don't know my name."

This forced, loaded is very blunt.

But for Liu Muyang, it’s not a naked face.

Poetry is no match for others, it has already made them angry and angry, and now they are so humiliated and so humiliated, it is almost stunned by the bottom of their shoes with their soles facing them.

"Hurricane, it’s just that there’s no madness." Before that, she used to ridicule the short winter melon scholar of Li Han’s Hanshan Academy, and slammed the table and said: "Even if it is the young master Li Mu who made the [Dian Room Ming], Will be so humiliating the chief of our hospital, you are just a little poor, how can you, how can you dare to be so arrogant?"

"Yes, the character is the poetry, so the madman who is so unaware of how to make such a poem, is it not from where to copy it?" Another scholar of Fengming College also stood up and shouted, this kind of Skills are not as good as people's means of splashing water. These scholars are really good at it.

Some other scholars have also made a noise.

They have been hating each other before, but at this time they are smashed with the enemy.

The disciples of those Tianjian martial arts halls looked at each other. The final gaze fell on Zheng Cunjian’s body. The disciple, who was headed, asked with a big thorn: “Hey, what is your companion, what is the origin?” Tell the truth, body For the martial arts, they actually look down on these so-called scholars, oneself claiming to be both civil and military, but the so-called martial arts of these scholars, in their eyes, called dance is almost the same.

Zheng Cunjian ignored him.

On that day, a discouraged anger appeared on the disciples of the Jianwu Museum. He slammed the long sword at the waist on the table and said, "Ask you, swear."

Zheng Cunjian Yin Yin smiled: "If you don't want to die, just shut up."

"You **** to death." The disciples of the Tianjianwu Museum were angry.

Zheng Cunjian flashed a trace of cold light in his eyes and said: "I don't know what to do if I live in front of me. I don't dare to talk like this. You want to die, I can fulfill you at any time."

This sentence came out, and the disciples of several Tianjian martial arts halls were a bit stunned.

It happened that at this time, on the third floor, the beautiful girl with a beautiful face ran down and went straight to Li Mu, saluting, saying: "This gentleman, my lady, please go upstairs. See." Then he turned and said to other people: "Miss my family, thank you for coming tonight tonight, please come back."

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the field.

Sure enough, everyone finally opened the window.

Many people are indignant.

Song Qingfei, Liu Muyang and Lin Qiushui are the most frustrated people.

Originally, they felt that they had a good chance to become the guest of the audience, but they were robbed of the limelight by a poor boy who had been killed in the middle of the road. This made them feel that they could suffer, and they simply killed the wife. identical.

"Kid, don't you dare to leave a name."

"I don't accept it. There must be fraud in this."

"This kid must be copying other people's poems..."

Three people shouted in unison.

Liu Muyang squinted, like a poisonous snake, staring at Li Mu, said: "The kid, have the ability, you will make a similar verse on the spot, I will serve you, otherwise, your stigma of plagiarism I am afraid I can’t wash it.”

"Yes, I can make another one before I can prove it." Lin Qiushui also reacted and sneered: "Otherwise, my Hanshan Academy will trace it to the end, let the entire Chang'an City know that you are just a copy of someone else's work. The thief is a villain."

The singer Song Qingfei also looked sullenly: "Yes, how can you make such a verse like this, oh, it must be plagiarism..."

There are also some people around.

It was the handsome sly, squinting, and said: "You three of these people are so rude, you can't write a good sentence, you are actually filthy others? My lady said, write these verses, It must be the person in heaven... You said that this son is plagiarism, what evidence can there be? It may be said, who wrote this poem?"

"This..." Liu Muyang said in a moment, "If someone who wrote this poem has not been published yet."

Lin Qiu Shuidao: "I can't find it now, it doesn't mean I can't find it later."

"You...make a strong word." The little snoring whispered, she apparently stood on the side of Li Mu.

The singer Song Qingfei also smiled and said: "Yes, little girl, I am afraid that everyone is cheated by this shameless person... We just want to expose his true face."

The scholars around the two academies once again started to squat.

"The son, this..." I looked at Li Mu.

Li Mu smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then said: "Don't ignore these little people, let's go." Then he walked up the stairs. In his heart, he suddenly wanted to see the flower everyone. Even if he is not curious about the beauty - of course, this is impossible, even if it is to smother these inferior scholars, you have to go to the third floor to see.

"You... you are afraid."

"It’s guilty."

"Oh, you can go, tonight, you don't make a poem, don't prove it to us, you just sit down and copy the stigma."

Liu Muyang, three people, directly used the words to run Li Mu.

Li Mutou did not return. While walking, he sneered and said: "Ha ha ha, proof? What is it? Er Cao is left to death, not to waste rivers and rivers, to smash trees, ridiculously not arrogant...you three , camp camp, what is it, what do I rely on, what should I prove to you?"

Said, already under the leadership of the little sister, walked toward the second floor.

I waited until Li Mu and Xiao Yan disappeared on the stairs. Liu, Lin and Song did not dare to speak again.

Their faces are frightened and full of anger.

because--

Er Cao body and name are destroyed, do not waste rivers and rivers!

It’s ridiculous, it’s ridiculous.

One sentence is long, one sentence is short, and two sentences are.

Two sentences are enough to spread the quatrains.

Many people present in the field have studied poetry. Naturally, they understand the weight of these two sentences, one long and one short, and the subtlety is so extreme that it is not complete. In terms of integrity, it cannot be compared with [the beautiful poetry]. But in other respects, it is absolutely comparable, almost no guessing, these two poems can be spread wildly in the shortest possible time.

How do you make Song Qingfei, Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang not afraid?

Because these two poems are jealous of them. As these two poems spread out, their fame will be stinky. The words 'ercao' and '蚍蜉】 are used to describe them. .

Literati, what are you most afraid of?

Of course, I am afraid that my reputation is stinky.

This is also the place where they threatened Li Mu before. After all, the two academies are the big forces in the literary world of Chang'an. In their eyes, Li Mu is just a small person. How can he fight with the two major colleges? The tide of public opinion is in their hands.

But now, with the appearance of these two poems, everything is hard to say.

The spread of quatrains and good sentences is terrible.

Because they can not only be spread locally in the world at the time, but also spread in his later days.

In particular, the poetry of the world is even more powerful.

For a time, some people in the hall looked at the eyes of the three people, and there was some sympathy and compassion.

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