Under the scolding of Master Meng, the audience quieted down again.

But the smell of gunpowder in the Poetry Club Square is already very strong...

Wang Mao stared at Tang Yu with glaring eyes, not hiding his inner hatred for Tang Yu.

Tang Yu was lowering his head and his mood was very complicated.

He felt that he might have overlooked one thing, that is, the Cangqiong Continent was not in ancient China, and it might be that there was no such person as Li Bai. Today, his "honestness" turned into a prank.

On the other hand, Wang Mao hated Tang Yu even more.

I hated him for holding on to himself and insisting on making him look ugly. What I hated even more was that this guy didn't know the world was so strong that he described the poem by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, as a wrong poem, or a bad word.

What is this a high scholar? What is the vision of a high scholar?

At this time, everyone's eyes were staring at him, and even Master Meng was unwilling to let him go.

This child is not honest and honest, it is clearly a bad guy, and everyone is almost fooled.

If you don’t give me an explanation today, even the master, he will be unable to convince the public.

The most shocking thing was Xie Cong. The scene was completely out of control, which made him feel dazed.

This is not the Tang Yu he remembers. Tang Yu he remembers is really an honest and humble person, but today's sentence "You are vain, you are too white" really makes people scold too fiercely!

Although Wang Mao and Wang Jizhen are not a great talent, they are a high scholar after all.

After this poetry meeting, it is very likely that the National Taiwan University will be arranged to be a teacher at Mingde Middle School or Guangren Middle School.

Tang Yu didn’t even have a small fame. How dare he scold Wang Mao as “white”? Isn’t this anger?

Wang Maoyi's middle school scholars and Gao Shizi were all indignant, and the posture he showed was that Tang Yu had to give an explanation.

"Tang Yu, today I want to see what you have to learn! Just now, Master Meng gave the title of "Ye Yu", so you can use "Ye Yu" to write a poem. If I convinced me, today's matter will be over!" Wang Mao said coldly.

Tang Yu lowered his head and said nothing. Although he was extremely resentful to Wang Mao, he was also a little timid.

He can't write poetry. It seems that Wang Mao is following him. Could it be that he has to write poetry today?

"Tang Yu, why don't you speak? Could it be that you can't even write a wrong poem?" Wang Mao said aggressively, and he walked straight to Tang Yu's face.

Tang Yuyan saw that Wang Mao was so aggressive, no matter how good his temper was, he couldn't stand it.

Although he is introverted and usually likes to immerse himself in his small world, it does not mean that he has no temper.

Tang Yu’s biggest temper is that he can’t help but have the urge to get along with others when he meets an annoying person.

He suddenly raised his head and said, "Brother Wang, there is a stick of incense for the title of writing poems. Could it be that Brother Wang is talented and able to complete the poem in seven steps?"

Wang Mao was stunned by Tang Yu's question, and then he realized that he had lost his composure because he was too excited.

Scholars value cultivation the most, and such a loss of composure is not something that should not be done.

But Wang Mao didn't blame himself for not being well-educated, but instead hated Tang Yu even more because his loss of composure was caused by Tang Yu.

If Tang Yu hadn't humiliated him like this, how could he be so excited?

But he forgot that he was the one who took the initiative to challenge the trouble, and that was Tang Yu who had always tolerated him!

"Okay, okay! You will be on the mat now. There is already an excellent poem by a scholar on the mat. You can also refer to it. After a stick of incense, I will wait for your masterpiece!" Wang Mao said loudly.

Tang Yu's location was not far from the poem mat. Xie Cong wanted to go over and take him to the poem mat with him, but Wang Mao walked in front and said coldly: "Let's go! Why? Are you timid?"

Tang Yu was originally very timid, but when he saw Wang Mao's face, he felt angry and immediately became passionate, but he didn't say anything and followed Wang Mao silently.

This is Tang Yu's personality. No matter how angry he is, he will never swear to curse people.

The advantage of words is not a skill, and whoever can kill is the real skill.

Tang Yu didn't have real skills today, but he couldn't swallow this tone.

The two finally took the ceremonial mat.

Wang Mao pointed to the poem on the table and said, "It is this poem, a poem just made by a scholar. You can refer to it in detail. It is better to cram the Buddha's feet temporarily than not!"

Tang Yu subconsciously swept the desk of the poem mat.

"Um?"

"This poem..."

Tang Yu suddenly looked at Wang Mao and said, "Brother Wang, did you do this poem?"

Wang Mao was stunned for a moment and could not reply.

Tang Yu believed that this poem was written by Wang Mao, because it was not written by him, how could he be so arrogant?

But this poem is clearly copied. Even the famous quote "Surprising into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" dares to copy. Is it shameless. Can such a person be called a talented man?

Wang Mao paused for a while, pulled his neck and said, "What's wrong? Do you have any comments on this poem? If so, I, Wang Mao, listen carefully..."

Tang Yu frowned, and became more and more despised Wang Mao.

I have seen plagiarism, but I have never seen plagiarize other people's works so righteous.

Even if I copy it, my mother would have copied it wrong!

"I'm going to expose you as a liar today. You make me sad, and I can't make you feel better!"

As he thought of this, Tang Yu walked to the mat, picked up a brush on the pen holder, and dipped it ink. His actions immediately attracted several scholars to come over.

But the next moment, everyone saw Tang Yu's pen "swish" and "swish" slashing numbers on this poem.

The first word is: "Su Yu knows the season of the season, and the second word is: "Lin" that occurs in Linchun.

"Bold, what are you going to do?"

Liu He stepped over and said with a thunderous change of color.

Tang Yu ignored him at all. His pen tip was gently jumping on the white pride, and wrote the word "good" on the crossed word "super". Then he wrote the word "dang" on the crossed word "lin".

He is not skilled in using brushes, so he writes very slowly.

But when the word "good" was written, Liu He shouted loudly, and his expression couldn't help but slap.

The next moment, the scholars around him exclaimed in unison: "Ah...", and then they were speechless.

The boy who was beside him came over and shouted in his unique and clear voice in a very professional manner:

"The scholar Tang Yu changed the poem "Untitled" to: Good rain knows the season, when spring happens, sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently..."

The job of the boy in the Bimozi is to read the poems on the poems at any time. Whether it is a new poem or a modified poem, he will read them as soon as possible so that everyone at the poetry meeting can know the latest poems on the poems at the first time...

The boy Bimo finished his shout and the whole audience was silent.

After dozens of breaths, a fat man jumped up in the VIP seat and cheered loudly: "Okay! OK! What a good rain knows the season, it is better to change, it is wonderful. This word "good" will enhance the artistic conception of the whole poem more than one realm.

Rain is ruthless, but deep affection arises naturally because of the word "good"..."

This fat man is naturally the second talented man Li Bo.

After Li Bo finished speaking, he threw the seat and ran over, which was so exciting.

"This... is definitely the first masterpiece of Wuling March Poetry Festival this year!" Li Bo's fat body stepped onto the mat, and the other scholars automatically moved away, while his eyes stared at the mat, giving amazing comments.

In the VIP seat, all the adults and masters were immersed in the artistic conception of this poem.

Even the first talent, Su Yuqiao, lost his mind for a while before he came to his senses.

Cao Qing, the prefect who had not spoken, had quietly gotten up and approached Master Meng Zhe, and lowered his voice:

"This poem can run in and out..."

Meng Zhe came to his senses and immediately said loudly: "Where is the empty demon ship? Fly to spread the poems quickly..."

An empty demon ship flew over the poem mat, and the poem floated up and flew into the empty demon ship. The next moment, the empty demon ship flew to the Wuling River on the other side at an extremely fast speed...
Chapter completed!