Shen Youchu watched Mr. Ning begin to connotate these talented people, and immediately understood that the reason why he didn't leave was to let these people see the true power of Shixian.
In this way, she felt relieved. When she wanted to retract her hand, she found that her little hand was being held behind her waist, where others could not see it.
Mr. Ning turned his head and showed a bright smile to her, and whispered in a low voice: "Don't worry, if I can't scold them in a while, I will take you away, and then let Yunfei and Third Brother take care of these people." The horse’s legs were all broken.”
Hahaha, good!
Shen Youchu also had fighting spirit in his eyes.
And began to search around for anything useful, which would stumble him in a while.
As for this level of ridicule, the talented people can understand it by turning their heads in circles. They were stunned for a moment and realized that Ning Wushu didn't seem to be guilty. He was smarter and was afraid that he would be involved in trouble. He kept silent and stopped talking. He took a few steps back toward the crowd.
But some people who looked down upon the Jinling Shixian, especially Zhang Zhida, came with a mission. They were like cats whose tails were stepped on, and their hair exploded.
"Ning Wuyan, don't give me a toast or eat as a penalty. If you admit your mistake now, we can still spare you. You just need to write an apology statement and apologize to all the students in the world."
"Yes, if you insist on not admitting your mistake, don't blame us for being rude!"
You may say you're not polite, but in reality you're just beeping.
Ning Wuyan paid no attention to these villains who were just joining in the fun and did not dare to take action. His eyes fell on Zhang Zhida.
Since he had already reached the second level of practicing Yunxi Gong, his breath became much calmer.
With their eyes facing each other like this, Zhang Zhida not only showed no intention of retreating, but instead took another step forward.
At first, Zhang Zhida was still a little hesitant. After all, the rumored Ning Wuyan was a arrogant, young and frivolous person.
But when they actually met, Zhang Zhida found that the so-called Jinling Poetry Immortal in front of him, except for his outstanding appearance, did not show any signs of talent at all. He was so suspicious of him, and his eyes were as gentle as his uncle's. It's hard not to suspect that those rumors are false.
Ning Wuhuang's gentle attitude was also due to a guilty conscience and fear of enmity.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhida shouted loudly: "Ning Wuhao, are you the one who admits that the poems you circulated are yours, are you asking someone to write them, or am I the one to expose this fact myself?!"
"Zhang Dacaizi, you raised this suspicion. Of course, it is up to you to verify it yourself. However, I can understand your suspicion."
This sentence is somewhat familiar.
Zhang Zhida thought that Ning Wuyan had agreed with his suspicion just now, but it turned out to be Naiwan and the others, and he already had a premonition that what was coming next would not be good.
But he will not be angered by such low-level methods and forget the serious things he has to do.
Just as he was thinking this, he heard Ning Wuyan smile confidently: "After all, a talented poet like me is rare in the world. A talented scholar like Zhang is still unable to understand the artistic conception of the article."
Anyway, there is no tax on bragging.
Ning Wuhuang's main thing is to deliberately push and step on Zhang Zhida to make Zhang Zhida work harder.
as expected.
Hearing his boast, Zhang Zhida felt even more that the rumors were wrong, and his attitude became more and more arrogant.
"The articles were created by nature. This matter is indeed true. But what is false is that these articles were not created by you, Ning Wuhao, but by others!"
Zhang Zhida stood with his hands behind his back and opened his mouth to write a "quatrain".
"Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the boat thousands of miles away from Dongwu is moored at the door. This is what Ning Wuchang thought in front of everyone when you broke off the engagement in front of the Liu Mansion and competed with others. Neither?"
"yes."
Ning Wuyan answered without thinking.
The other side of the competition asked him to write a poem for Finger Sparrow. I still vividly remember it. I may not remember the specific details, but as soon as the poem came out, I knew it was him.
But Zhang Zhida deliberately used "reading" instead of "making", which was clearly misleading him.
"Everyone, please listen clearly. This poem was read by Ning Wuchang, but it is not necessarily written by Ning Wuchang!"
As expected, Zhang Zhida made his decision based on one word difference.
Those prejudiced talents seemed to have seized the evidence of his ghostwriting, and accusations poured in like a tide.
"Jinling Shixian is actually fake, what else is true in this world?"
"The poems are real. Those ghostwriters are the poetry immortals. He is just a fake who steals other people's reputations. We want to get back everything that belongs to them for the real poetry immortals!"
"The real Poet Immortal was probably killed long ago in the place where Ning Wuchang became famous. What a pity, what a shame!"
This is really a group of acid patients who make up stories without having to write a manuscript.
Ning Wuyan allowed them to talk nonsense to promote the development of the situation, and waited for the evidence that Zhang Zhida had prepared from the beginning.
It is very passive to set up traps by talking about words.
If he had any questions about "Queju", he also wanted to hear them.
"Zhang Dacai, don't provoke everyone to confront me. You can be the mastermind behind the scenes. You want to see us pinch you and make a profit. Tell me, what conclusive evidence do you have to prove that I am a ghostwriter? Don't you?" Do you want to tell me that you have found a real poetry fairy who can ghostwrite for me?"
If this person really exists, he would also like to see the repetition of history.
Zhang Zhida snorted coldly and stood with his hands behind his back.
As soon as he saw his posture, Ning Wuyan knew that he couldn't open his eyes.
"Ning Wushan, you really don't know how to repent even when you are about to die."
"Oh? Please tell me in detail."
Ning Wuyang answered like a compliment, and his nonchalant attitude made those who just laughed at him calm down.
But Zhang Zhida didn't care about this, just thinking that Ning Wuyang was just showing off, and continued: "As far as I know, this poem is not about the scenery of Jinling, but the scenery of the Xiling Snow Mountain in Shu. Ning Wuyang , am I right?"
Ning Wuyang looked at Zhang Zhida in shock. He did not expect that the evidence collected by this man was quite strong.
Unfortunately, this evidence is just evidence, but it proves nothing.
"yes."
Ning Wuyang smiled calmly and asked him.
"Can't I write poems about Xiling Snow Mountain?"
"It's not that you can't write, but you are in Jinling but you are writing about the scenery of Shu. And according to what I said, Ning Wushan, you have never been to Shu since you were a child. The picture scroll written by Jinling about Xiling Snow Mountain may be Books are not collected or sold by bookstores.”
At this time, Shu was remote and not a cultural center.
On the contrary, there may be literati who went to Shu to shoot scenes, but they would not be famous in the world and use them for profit.
I have to say that the entry point Zhang Zhida found was really ruthless.
"Zhang Dacaizi, I understand what you mean. You want to say that I have never been to Xiling Snow Mountain, and I should not have seen any scrolls or books related to it, but I wrote the poem "Queju", which goes beyond It’s your imagination, right?”
Zhang Zhida snorted coldly and nodded in acquiescence to his statement.
When Ning Wuyan saw this, the smile on his face deepened.
"According to what the great scholar said, in addition to "Queju" written about Xiling Snow Mountain, there is also the poem "Wang Yue" written by me. I didn't see it with my own eyes or visit it personally. I also asked someone to write it for me?"
"Is not it?"
Zhang Zhida opened his arms, looked around, and asked loudly.
"Who among the students present can be like Ning Wuchang, who has never been, seen, or even heard of, and can write poems out of thin air, and write them so wonderfully? If anyone can have this ability, he can compete with Let me, Zhang Zhida, give it a try."
