The outcome of the poem fight was already decided at the moment Zhou Wenchang vomited blood.
Those students who gathered around Zhou Wenchang also wanted to comment on the faults of this poem, but found that they could not find any faults. They wanted to make some nonsense, but when they thought of the two sentences in the first couplet of the poem, they could not
I gained the courage to speak.
However, some students quietly gave a thumbs up and praised: "This poem may become the top of the list of overbearing poems. If other people want to write overbearing poems, they will not be able to reach this mountain!"
Jiang Jing listened quietly to the discussions of the students around her, feeling extremely proud.
How could they know that this poem was written by a person known as the "Immortal of Poetry"? It is a great blessing for ordinary people to hear the works of an immortal in the sky. If they still want to humiliate and trample on them, how can they not be humiliated and trampled on?
Injured by worldly talents?
Zhou Wencai was injured not only by the innocuous mouthful of blood, but also by his own luck!
It’s just that no one present knows this yet.
"Junior Brother Zhou, is it your turn?"
Jiang Ning said with a smile: "Why, I can't write a poem anymore. I just heard someone say that Junior Brother Zhou is one of the founders of Wen Dou. He is such a talented person. Why is he vomiting blood and feeling sad and angry now?
, being so coquettish will blind the bird under your crotch in vain!"
Why do you need someone to teach you how to beat a drowned dog?
Zhou Wenchang's face was pale, as if he was terminally ill. His lips and teeth gnashed when he heard the words, but he couldn't spit out even a single word.
He really followed his own words and brought humiliation to himself!
"Jiang Ning!" He looked sad and angry, gritting his teeth and said: "Literati can be killed but not humiliated. I did lose the poem contest, but why do you humiliate me like this? If you do this, you will definitely be spurned by the literati in the world!"
Jiang Ning pretended to be scared and said: "Really, did I humiliate the literati?"
"No, I'm only humiliating you, Junior Brother Zhou. Could it be that Junior Brother Zhou feels that even a mediocre person who can't even write a poem is worthy of representing the world's literati?"
Zhou Wenchang's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched, and a trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth!
Some students couldn't stand it, so they stood up and spoke for Zhou Wenchang: "Senior Brother Jiang can write shocking poems. It is undeniable that he is a great talent. He can be regarded as a scholar now. Why bother to be so poor to Senior Brother Zhou?"
Aren't you afraid of losing your scholarly demeanor if you chase and fight fiercely?"
Jiang Ning turned around to look, and saw that the person speaking had triangular eyes, sharp eyebrows, and was wearing a blue hospital uniform. He was glaring at him angrily.
"Junior brother, listen to it for yourself. Is what you just said human language?" Jiang Ning didn't care whether he knew him or not, and said with a smile: "I can be considered a scholar, and you are a person who doesn't even dare to write poems.
, also match me to say this sentence?"
"I, Jiang Ning, am here to give you a message today." Before the man could argue, Jiang Ning spat disdainfully: "Anyone who calls themselves a scholar is a fucking hooligan!"
To say that poetry is a shocking statement, then this sentence is completely deviant. If spread, in the area under the jurisdiction of the Five Avenues Academy, Jiangning will probably be poked holes in by literati students with their pens. p>
"You are so arrogant!" An elderly teacher's face trembled when he heard this, and he scolded.
This is true for teaching, not to mention the students. You must know that Jiang Ning's words can be regarded as scolding all the students who have participated in the literary struggle these days.
If you don't get denounced by people like this, then you are really cheating.
Jiang Ning doesn't care. In his opinion, when the poetry competition has reached this stage, there is nothing exciting to do. Talking to these people is too boring.
Not bothering to listen to them jumping up and scolding him with the support of their teachers, Jiang Ning laughed and walked down the mountain. Ironically, the students who were watching were scolding him and giving way to him. p>
There is no character to speak of!
Behind him, there was a female student with burning eyes, and she bravely shouted at Jiang Ning’s back: “Who is Senior Brother Jiang Ning?”
Jiang Ning didn't look back, kept walking as usual, and said loudly: "I can barely be considered...a scholar."
How can a scholar compare with a scholar?
Jiang Ning's words sounded to the ears of students and teachers as a sign of self-destruction and failure!
Jiang Ning laughed off their thoughts and refused to argue.
Didn’t you know that all the noble people in the dynasty are... scholars!
.......
After such a commotion on Guanshan Cliff, Jiang Ning no longer thought about practicing there, went to the wine shop, picked up a pot of wine, and went to the mountain gate.
Although the mountain gate is sparsely populated during the day, the goddess cannot come out, so Jiang Ning can feel free to get drunk boldly.
"Jiang Ning?" Someone whispered two words behind him.
Jiang Ning, who was dizzy from drinking, turned around and saw a woman standing on the steps, looking down at him.
If this woman hadn't been wearing a dark blue hospital uniform, Jiang Ning would have thought she was the goddess who came out during the day.
The woman is about thirty years old. She is graceful and graceful. She lets the mountain wind blow her ribbon and looks like a fairy.
"Student Jiang Ning, I have seen the teacher." Jiang Ning got up from the ground, dusted the sand and gravel from his buttocks, and greeted the woman respectfully.
In Qingling Academy, only teachers at the Foundation Establishment level are qualified to wear dark blue uniforms.
The middle-aged woman looked at him with a pair of phoenix eyes and said, "You are young, but you are quite capable of causing trouble."
Jiang Ning was temporarily unaware of the sudden and unfamiliar teaching.
Hearing the words, he said even more respectfully: "This is a bad thing to teach. Since my students entered school, they have been working hard and practicing every day. They never dare to take a step out of the door. If there is any trouble, it must be because the students are jealous of me and deliberately spread rumors and slanders."
, teach Hui Zhilan Xin, never listen to rumors."
The middle-aged woman sneered.
"Sharp-tongued and shameless, have the same virtues as him!"
Jiang Ning's mind was filled with questions after hearing this, but before he could think about it, he saw the female instructor leaping down, launching a killing move, and heading straight towards him.
Damn it, you actually asked the teacher to kill me... Jiang Ning's thought flashed across his mind, but his hands were not idle. Facing the foundation-building level teacher's sword, he took the lead in smashing out the wine jar in his hand.
Of course, the wine jar cannot be stopped, but it can buy Jiang Ning some time.
The duel between masters changes rapidly.
With the help of the wine jar, Jiang Ning turned over like a kite and landed under the mountain gate.
Facing the Foundation Establishment Realm, his cultivation at the early stage of the Fengchu Realm had no chance of winning. If he wanted to survive, there was only one way.
"Kun Yuan Bao Jian" exercises, photographing patterns!
The mountain gate of Qingling Academy is a fortress in the position of great evil. Taking pictures of its pattern can increase your strength to a higher level, so that you can have a chance to find a glimmer of hope in the hands of this female instructor.
But he still underestimated the foundation building realm!
There is a saying in the world of cultivation, there is one level of realm and one level of heaven.
In the same realm, life and death are two separate things, but killing a low realm from a high realm is like killing a chicken!
The difference between Jiang Ning's and hers' realms is not even a tiny bit.
This gap meant that even if he got to the stone gate, he would not have a chance to take pictures!
The female teacher has already attacked.
The palm of the hand is as white as jade, but the wind in the palm is like a sharp steel blade, coming straight to the center of Jiang Ning's eyebrows.
Jiang Ning was forced to retreat violently in order to distance himself and avoid the killing move. However, as a result, he left the mountain gate again and was unable to take pictures.
"Damn it, who is this shameless person who actually asked Xi to kill me? What should I do? This old woman is at the Foundation Establishment level, I can't beat her!" Jiang Ning summoned his spiritual energy and luck in the boxing skills, and the woman wielded the sword.
When the time comes, confront her with a move.
Poof!
Jiang Ning's body crashed into the thorny jungle nearby like a cannonball, and his blue uniform was torn by vine barbs, leaving him in a miserable state.