Wei Wuji slowly stood up and glanced at the waiters who were still surrounding him.

Then, he heard his voice beneath his voice and said coldly: "Get back..."

These four words are almost spit out from the cracks of the stones and from the Nine Netherworlds, making people feel cold all over their bodies.

Others may not feel that it is too much, but for the waiters who faced Wei Wuji, although there was only Wei Wuji in front of them, they were no less than facing the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The murderous aura was so cold that it was so cold that several waiters were sweating.

It was not until this time that they remembered how fierce the prince of Wei was in front of them, and they could not be insulted by them.

So, as soon as Wei Wuji's words were finished, these people honestly retreated aside, allowing Wei Wuji to appear in front of everyone again.

"It's just writing a poem. Since you want to listen, just let him down!" Wei Wuji said slowly. Even if he is hated by everyone, he can remain calm.

But his expression was a complete wave of hatred.

Who is Wei Wuji, and what qualifications are you to say such things?

You are just a little foolish, you are too arrogant!

The scholars present were all very upset, and their eyes looked at Wei Wuji even worse.

"Let's see what he can make. If there is really no ink, I have to pour the whole pot of wine on his face!" A scholar said bluntly.

But at this time, I didn’t know whether to speak for Wei Wuji or to tease this person, so I heard a voice and said insidiously: “No matter how bad this Wei Wuji is, you are the prince of Wei. Do you really dare to treat him with a look?”

"So what about the young master? It's not in his country of Wei now..." The man said before, after all, he is also a child of a noble family and wants face in front of his peers.

"hey-hey!"

He teased the man and laughed dryly, then said, "Even if you have the courage, you will not be able to get close to others. You will be beaten to death!"

This statement cannot be refuted. After all, Wei Wuji is famous for his reputation, and these scholars have not said that they have the ability and can speak better than him.

Of course, these are all small episodes. At this time, the focus of the scene was still on Wei Wuji. After all, such a person who wanted to recite poems finally gave everyone the opportunity to mock him.

For this reason, everyone present, including Tian Yuxuan, was somewhat expecting Wei Wuji's poems, and looked forward to his mockings later.

Wei Wuji knew the mentality of these people, but he was not worried at all.

The experiences of the previous life finally became useful. Those poems and essays that were memorized by rote are at the right time to work.

Moreover, in order to create a visual effect, he pretended to come to a pot of chrysanthemums and looked meditative...

Then, he twisted his fingers and recited the first sentence: "Xia Cong is like a fairy family..."

"shallow……"

“Exaggerated…”

As soon as this sentence was released, the crowd suddenly became contempt and finally everyone had a clear understanding of Wei Wuji's literary talent. Who would have a superficial poem like "like an immortal".

In fact, now they have no expectation for Wei Wuji's poems. Such people are just martial artists and are not worthy of being with their scholars, officials and nobles.

Wei Wuji ignored these things. After taking two steps to the next pot of chrysanthemums, he chanted again: "The sun is getting more and more slanted around the fence..."

OK! Everyone was full of complaints. Do you dare to express it more explicitly? There is still a subtle look of poetry and prose?

Even Zhou Yan, who was full of fantasy about Wei Wuji, couldn't help but sigh at this time.

There was a sigh outside, and Wei Wuji was completely unmoved. He only heard him chanting again: "It's not that the flowers prefer chrysanthemums..."

Everyone was still numb to this sentence because the first two sentences were really ordinary. Wei Wuji was still speaking with credit, and saying nonsense is nonsense.

After thinking about it, everyone thought it was normal. People from Wei were just brainless warriors.

At this moment, Tian Yuxuan's smile was completely open. Wei Wuji was really... shameless.

But then everyone heard Wei Wuji chant again: "There is no more flowers after this flower blooms..."

Well……

After hearing this last sentence, everyone felt something was interesting, and when they thought about it a little more, they were even more moved.

So, when Wei Wuji finished his last sentence, the scene was silent.

Aftertaste... This behavior is the choice of many people, and those who reacted slowly and honestly closed their mouths after seeing the scene quiet.

Aftertaste... The more you reminisce, the more everyone feels the extraordinaryness of this poem...

That's right, the first two sentences are ordinary enough and superficial enough. However, no one can deny the turning point of the third sentence and the finishing touch of the fourth sentence.

Moreover, when you combine the whole poem and read it again, the combination of the first two sentences and the last two sentences is even more perfect...

The more I thought about it, the more I felt the lower I felt... the more shocked everyone was, and the more quiet the scene became.

Tian Yuxuan is not a stupid person either, so he naturally understood everyone's thoughts. Although this was not the ending he wanted, he was unable to change now.

After all, he still has shame and he still can't do things that lies when he opens his eyes.

Behind Wei Wuji, Zhou Yan looked at Wei Wuji more carefully. He had to believe that he still knew too little about this young master.

Standing there, Wei Wuji's expression was still calm. He was full of confidence in this ancient poem that he had plagiarized and revised after revising it.

After giving everyone enough reaction time, Wei Wuji asked loudly: "Everyone, I wonder if this song of chrysanthemums is on the table?"

However, no one of the scholars present responded to this and turned their attention to Tian Yuxuan.

Wei Wuji is the same. It depends on how Tian Yuxuan expressed his opinion at this time.

Of course, if you want to follow Tian Yuxuan's original intention, you naturally want to ridicule Wei Wuji...

However, Tian Yuxuan, who was not able to open his eyes to tell lies in front of these scholars, was not a person who was thick-skinned or shameless.

"Your poem has some merits..." Tian Yuxuan said impatiently.

Naturally, he could not praise Wei Wuji, so he said this, which could be regarded as protecting himself and the face of the scholars present.

OK! This matter should have passed, but Wei Wuji was still standing there, which made Tian Yuxuan even more unhappy.

"Wei Wuji, since you have finished presenting your poem, you can return to your position now!" Tian Yuxuan reminded him in time, with a high attitude on his face.

Wei Wuji smiled at this time. The smile was unprecedented, so he looked a little gloomy.

This made Tian Yuxuan stagnant. Wei Wuji dared to disobey his will. Who gave him the courage?

Just when Tian Yuxuan was about to have an attack, Wei Wuji said in a low voice: "I have recited a poem, but I still want to tell you a story..."
Chapter completed!