The System Exploded And I Became The System

At this moment, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Zhou Wuji.

It's like seeing an ordinary person suddenly throw away his nine-digit savings, and people instantly feel the stark difference of having more than 100 million yuan!

When Qiong Juanshu heard these three poems, he felt as if his soul had been pulled out of him, and he sat there in a daze.

This man really created poetry.

He has created poems that cannot be evaluated even with the best quality!

And there are three songs! Three songs in a row!

Compared with the poems he just wrote, they are as different as clouds and mud, like fireflies and bright moons!

He actually laughed at the other party like that...

Now Qiong Juanshu felt that the people around him were looking at her with amused eyes, as if they were looking at a top-notch actor.

"How is it?! Mr. Zhou has now written three poems. Isn't it time to show off the poets under your command?" The joy in the seventh princess's heart made her less gentle and steady and more playful.

Facing the seventh princess's words, Yu Wenmingxuan's eyes were filled with gloom.

He looked at Zhou Wuji who was pouring tea for him under the stage and was calmly receiving everyone's admiration. His eyes suddenly fell on the poets he had recruited.

But he saw that all the poets under his command had their eyes evasive.

Facing Zhou Wuji's poems, I didn't even have the courage to write poetry!

"Trash!" Yu Wenmingxuan's eyes turned cold as he thought about the consequences of losing this poetry competition and failing the bet.

"You lose." The seventh princess tugged at the green hair between her temples and raised the corners of her rosy mouth slightly.

Yu Wenmingxuan slowly clenched his hands into fists, his eyes uncertain.

And when he saw the green-robed man below him slowly raising his head to look up, his original thoughts that he shouldn't have were immediately extinguished.

"Sir, some poems by ancient sages have been sent over from the archaeological cemetery, saying they are meant to cheer up our poetry meeting."

Just when Yu Wenmingxuan's expression was gloomy, a subordinate's voice floated in his ears.

"To add to the fun? How about I kill you to add to the fun?!" Yu Wenmingxuan looked at this subordinate coldly. Because of the anger in his heart, Yu Wenmingxuan's words became even more murderous!

The subordinate swallowed his saliva, but still said bravely: "Sir, please take a look at these poems sent here first. The poem Zhou Wuji just wrote seems to conflict with this one!"

"Oh?" Yu Wenmingxuan's emotions, which were on the verge of exploding, suddenly stopped after listening to his subordinate's suppressed words.

After looking at this subordinate, the man reached out and took the pieces of paper.

"Yu Wenmingxuan, after the poetry meeting is over, remember to send the things to me. This bet was witnessed by Grandpa Snake and your General Tu. Don't even think about going back on it."

After speaking to the man next to her, the Seventh Princess took out the internal skill secret book from her body: "I think the three poems just now can explain the talent of Mr. Zhou, right?"

"Then, I will give this secret book of internal strength to Mr. Zhou. Is there anyone who objects?"

The voice of the seventh princess was cold and gentle.

After hearing this, the noisy environment slowly became quiet. Everyone looked at each other, and five people spoke to refute.

Everyone here has dabbled in poetry, and they understand how valuable Zhou Wuji's three poems are.

That is far beyond what they can achieve at this level!

However.

When the entire Wanhua Building fell into silence...

"Hahahaha..." A low and weird laughter suddenly came from the position above.

Hearing this weird smile, everyone looked at Yu Wenmingxuan in confusion.

It was obviously him who laughed.

At this moment, he was lying on the desk, holding a stack of paper in his hand, laughing to the point of tears.

"Ouch, hahaha, no, no, this is so funny! It's so funny!" Yu Wenmingxuan leaned on the table and laughed wildly regardless of his image.

After a while, under everyone's strange gazes, he wiped away the tears from laughter and slowly calmed down.

But the smile at the corner of his mouth still couldn't be hidden.

"Master Zhou?"

Yu Wenmingxuan looked at the half-opened Zhou Wuji in the audience, who looked like he was sipping tea with unparalleled literary talent, and said with a smile.

Hearing the voice calling him, Zhou Wuji looked sideways at Yu Wenmingxuan.

He did not speak, just like a superior looking at his subordinates, waiting for the other party to speak.

"Master of literature, may I ask, are the three poems you recited... ah no, really written by you yourself?"

What Yu Wenmingxuan asked was a bit confusing, and even the words were wrong.

But everyone heard what he meant.

Apparently it was the governor's son who was asking Zhou Wuji if he had written the poem.

"Yu Wenmingxuan, are you a bit too scoundrel? Zhou Wuji's poems are enough to be remembered for centuries. If he hadn't written these poems, we would have heard them since we were children!"

"Now you don't want to admit that you lost, and you want to cheat?" The seventh princess frowned and looked at the person beside her.

"You're cheating?" Yu Wenmingxuan was in a good mood, and he couldn't hide the smile on his good face: "I just want to know a result, Mr. Zhou, are your poems created by yourself? This mystery, Mr. Zhou Are you willing to help me out of curiosity?"

"My poems are naturally composed by myself, and tonight is the first time they are published." Zhou Wuji said indifferently, like a big man who has seen many big scenes.

In fact, before he traveled back in time, he was also a local big shot in his time.

"Hahaha..." After hearing this answer, Yu Wenmingxuan held his stomach and couldn't help laughing again.

Those two eyes were not cold at all, and the way they looked at Zhou Wuji looked like they were looking at a clown.

"You wrote your own poems? Then I am very surprised. How come the peerless poems written by Master Zhou, a great literary master, are exactly the same as the poems written by ancient sages in the cemetery of Qingpan Kingdom! There is no difference!"

After saying this, the smile on Yuwen Mingming's face completely disappeared. With a cold expression, he threw the paper in his hand towards the civil servant not far away: "This is a poem found in the tomb of an ancient sage. Give it to me at this poetry meeting." Say it! Say it out loud!"

Six pieces of paper, under the breathless gazes of everyone at the poetry meeting, shot up in the air and fell into the hands of the poetry-recording official.

The civil servants did not dare to slack off in the slightest regarding the instructions given by the governor's son.

As his throat squirmed, he immediately straightened the poem in his hand.

After seeing the poems on the paper, the civil servant couldn't help but be stunned.

He turned to look at the poems recited by Zhou Wuji that had just been recorded on his desk. They were exactly the same!

"Ascend higher!"

Du Fu.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand of Zhug..."

The voice of the civil servant slowly spread throughout Wanhua Tower.

Everyone around who heard it held their breath.

But Zhou Wuji, who had always been calm, suddenly froze when he heard the three words "Du Fu."

After reading a poem, there are other poems following it.

"Qing Ping Tiao. One"

"Li Bai."

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick."

"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."

When this poem was recited, the people around me heard it for the first time and thought it was very good!

It is indeed worthy of being written by their ancient sage poets!

But the seventh princess's ruddy complexion turned slightly pale.

what happened? Why is it written by Li Bai? Wasn't this poem written by Zhou Wuji for her when he first saw her?

The voice of the civil servant became more excited the further he read.

Vaguely, he also understood why Mr. Yuwen said what he just said!

And when he finished reciting all six poems, everyone present immediately focused their attention on Zhou Wuji.

Among these six poems, three are exactly the same as the poem Zhou Wuji just composed, with no difference at all!

"Mr. Zhou, these six poems were all found in the tombs of ancient sages. What a coincidence. Three of them are exactly the same as the poems Mr. Zhou just composed at the poetry meeting!"

"Oh no, there is something different."

"The original authors of those three poems were Du Fu and Li Bai, two immortal poets."

"When you come to Mr. Zhou, you become Mr. Zhou yourself!"

"Even the words and sentences are exactly the same as those of our ancient sages. No wonder Mr. Zhou is so confident in calling himself a literary master, hahaha!"

Having said this, Yu Wenmingxuan couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"Pfft!" Next to Ning Buxiu, Qiong Juanshu, who was originally pale and forlorn, was also made to grin and sneer at this reversal.

The person who had previously praised Zhou Wuji's literary talents seemed to have been slapped hard, and his face was red with embarrassment.

As for the others, similar to Yu Wenmingxuan, they could not help but shake their heads and sneer.

Thinking about it, Deng Gao's old-fashioned and mature poetry seems to be the ultimate literary talent that comes from seeing the prosperity of the world and growing up with age.

It is no exaggeration to say that it was the capital of seven-character poems of their time.

How could it be written by such a young man.

"Mr. Zhou, everyone in literature, can you say something?" Qiong Juanshu seemed to come to life again at this time, looking at Zhou Wuji not far away with a teasing tone.

"Young Master Zhou...you." The seventh princess looked at Zhou Wuji unwilling to believe it, and still asked with some hesitation: "Did you really write that Qingping tune for me? Or maybe it was originally written by Li Bai , you copied it?!"

Listening to this, Zhou Wuji's originally plain and even contemptuous expression was also covered with a gloom.

what happened?

Shouldn’t these poems be unique to his time? How would it appear here? !

And the poets were all exactly the same, so he had no excuse to refute!

In silence, Zhou Wuji looked at the Seventh Princess on the throne: "I have other poems."

"Come on, other poems? Are you copying the poems of one of our ancient poets again?" Qiong Juanshu's words made the people around him nod slightly.

Just like writing songs and composing music, as long as it is proven that the person copied it, he will be called a tailor in the future.

Zhou Wuji copied it completely and later claimed that he was the author. This situation is even more serious!

Basically, in the current poetry and literature circles, this person is completely regarded as a stain.

"Okay, at the poetry meeting, I copied ancient poems, talked about my own work, and even almost made me lose the bet. These serious circumstances, I think we should discuss how to deal with this Young Master Zhou."

Yu Wenmingxuan stretched and spoke slowly while looking at the woman beside him: "Seventh Princess, what do you think?"

"I think the Seventh Princess won't be partial to a guy who cheated on you, right?"