Ning Wuyang deliberately emphasized the word "reading", which was obviously referring to what Zhang Zhida said before about "reading poems" rather than "composing poems".
Of course.
Indeed, he had no intention of writing poetry.
Although he has been to the Kunlun Mountains, he has never entered them for mountain climbing or sightseeing. However, he has been fortunate enough to see those elegances in various literary traditions.
"Ning Wushan, you have the ability..."
"It's late at night in the Jade Palace, and the three thousand worlds are silent."
As soon as Ning Wuyan's poem came out, he successfully blocked Zhang Zhida's passionate words that wanted to question him.
And those talented people who were still clamoring and dreaming about being able to replace them just now.
Just hearing this first line of the poem, even if I have never been to Kunlun Mountain, I can't help but feel involved in it and feel a chill on my back.
"The slightest rain clings to the beautiful trees, and the mighty wind shakes the precious forest."
got windy.
Some people trembled and crossed their arms.
The friend who wrote the poem just now opened his mouth in shock. He couldn't imagine that Ning Wuyan, who had never set foot in the Kunlun Mountains, could actually write about the scenes in the mountains!
But the owner of the mountain said when he went there that he had not received any foreign visitors for many years.
Could all this be imagined by Ning Wuhuang?
Ning Wuhao finished reading the last two sentences regardless of other people's reading comprehension.
"Smoke locks the top of Kunlun Mountain, and the moon shines in the center of the sea."
"As soon as I look back, where can I find the twelve towers?"
Listening to his poems, many people have begun to shake their heads and reflect on them.
The mountain is still the same mountain.
The sea is still the sea.
However, because the poets have different moods, different intentions, and different angles of description, the styles of the works they produce are also very different, very different.
The talented man who previously thought that his poems were good, compared with this poem written by Ning Wuchang, he just felt that he should not show off his shame.
at this time.
Only then did he realize that some of the rumors were not exaggerated, but realistic.
The Jinling Poetry Fairy really has the ability to write poems about the characteristics of this place and thing even if he has never been there or seen it.
Could it be that he is respected as the Immortal of Poetry?
This person should only exist in heaven, not in the human world.
"Ning Shixian, I'm convinced! This poem you wrote about Kunlun Mountain really convinced me. I feel like I went back to Kunlun Mountain and saw its majestic beauty."
The only party present who had been to Kunlun Mountain was resigned to being the loser.
This made Zhang Zhida, who still wanted to stick to his point of view, feel as if someone had been slapped hard, and his face was burning.
At the same time, he was still scolding the talented person in his heart for not knowing how to adapt.
Anyway, Ning Wuhuang had never been to the Kunlun Mountains. Suffice it to say that the poems written by Ning Wuhuang based on his imagination were too superficial and not realistic portrayals at all. Under his control, this competition could be said to be Ning Wuhuang's defeat.
idiot!
Zhang Zhida kept cursing in his heart, not only embarrassing himself but also embarrassing the talented scholar.
Without noticing at all, he had already gotten into trouble.
Ning Wuhuang has already used this poem to prove his innocence, but at this time, he only has the goal of completing the task of exposing Ning Wuhuang's ghostwriting and ruining Ning Wuhuang's reputation so that he can replace him. He has no other ideas at all.
"Anyone who still wants to challenge Ning Wuhuang, please come forward quickly!"
"Ning Wushan may have heard others talk about the scenery of Kunlun Mountain, so he asked someone to draft it in advance. As long as the time comes, he can take the opportunity to become famous all over the world."
"Everyone who has studied hard for many years should know that if a person wants to write poetry, he may not be able to write a single poem in his life that can be passed down to the world, but if he just recites it, he can still keep thousands of poems as treasures."
That's what he said.
But now everyone saw with their own eyes that Ning Wuchang was writing poetry, which was no different from the rumors. They had already been calmed down by the "wind on Kunlun Mountain".
If Ning Wuchang really hired someone to ghostwrite thousands of poems and wrote about all the scenes in Daxing, wouldn't they be looking for defeat if they tried to challenge it again?
If Ning Wuhuang hadn't hired someone to write for him, they would have had a chance of winning. However, with Ning Wuhuang's inspiration and talent as soon as he opened his mouth, the chance was lower than if they were to take part in the imperial examination and become the top pick.
"Is everyone scared?"
What a bunch of mud that can't hold up the wall!
Zhang Zhida saw that other people had changed their views on Ning Wushuang because of this poem, and became timid and anxious.
If he waits until everyone's momentum disappears, his doubts today will become nonsense.
no!
Zhang Zhida didn't care about being the one behind the scenes and waiting for others to test him for him, so he simply stood up on his own.
"Ning Wuhao, you just happened to be able to read a ghostwritten poem about Kunlun Mountain. I don't believe you can do anything else!"
"Oh? Even if I win against others and even the person involved admits it, you still want to question me?"
Ning Wuyang made it clear directly.
"Zhang Dacai, did someone deliberately ask you to destroy my reputation? In this way, when I compete with the countries in the Western Regions, if I win, they will say that I hired someone to write for me, and if I win, I will also lose. , not only am I like this, but also the poems written by other talented people in Daxing will also suffer from such unfair doubts?"
Isn't it just kidnapping a group of people's suspicions for one's own use?
Ning Wuyan, who has always been good at fighting tooth for tooth and eye for eye, is not incapable of using this trick.
He was just waiting for the best time to give Zhang Zhida the biggest blow.
Sure enough, his words seemed to step on Zhang Zhida's sore foot.
Zhang Zhida immediately yelled angrily: "Nonsense! I want to expose your true level so that you can stop deceiving everyone. I will not question others!"
"oh!"
Ning Wuyang looked like he suddenly realized something and smiled playfully.
"It turns out that Mr. Zhang is not fighting for justice, he is just here for me. If you didn't tell me earlier, why did you drag everyone along and let uninformed people mistakenly think that you are the embodiment of justice, and you keep claiming to represent the literary world?" You want to purge me, but actually you don’t like me and want to suppress me, so come on, let me see what you, the greatest talent in Luohe, are capable of?”
A reverse challenge?
Zhang Zhida panicked, and before he could reply, he heard Ning Wuxu continue: "How about asking the talented Zhang to write a poem with the theme of maple leaves in autumn?"
After he finished speaking, everyone looked towards the red maple leaves blooming on the North Mountain not far away.
Those maple leaves are in full swing, more brilliant than spring flowers.
But when it fell into Zhang Zhida's eyes, it was as dazzling as pools of blood, and made him a little dizzy.
"The topic of maple leaves in autumn is very simple. I remember Brother Zhang has written two related poems before."
"Yes, this topic happens to be what Brother Zhang is good at."
The two people who had followed Zhang Zhida in questioning before were usually close to Zhang Zhida, and were impatiently waiting for Zhang Zhida to show his strength and defeat Ning Wuyan.
They can also benefit from it.
unexpectedly.
After Zhang Zhida heard this topic, his expression became extremely solemn.
The topic of maple leaves in autumn seems simple, but it is indeed very simple.
But since he had written two related poems before, he had to go beyond them.
Especially among the two poems, one was written by his father after he found an original copybook and asked a great scholar to revise it. If he wanted to surpass it, it was really difficult for him.
It’s as difficult as climbing to the sky!
