Ning Wuyang curiously looked at Zhang Zhida, who was looking troubled, and asked half jokingly and half seriously: "Zhang Dacai, you can't even write a satisfactory poem on such a simple topic, can you?"
"Simple? How can a poem have a simple title?" Zhang Shida became angry with embarrassment.
There is no sense of relief like when I casually asked Ning Wuyou, a Jinling Poet Immortal, to test whether he was true or not.
Ning Wuyang knew that this person was shameless, but he didn't expect that he would have such double standards.
He originally thought that the most talented person in Luohe had real talent and knowledge, so he dared to come and challenge him based on only personal conjecture without substantive evidence.
Now it seems that it is very likely that the inspiration for the ghostwriting came from Zhang Zhida himself.
"Zhang Dacai, it's not difficult to know how to do it, but it's not difficult to do it. If you can't compose a poem, just give up. I'm good at facing other people's doubts. I just hope that after you lose, you won't question it for your own selfish reasons." Others have made the literary world a mess, but my own lack of unity has allowed foreigners to take advantage of the situation."
Ning Wuhuang continued to connotate Zhang Zhida and eat everything inside and outside.
If it were before, everyone would have thought his words were angry and did not think deeply about it.
So now looking at Zhang Zhida, who can't even display his talents in his own area of expertise, everyone will inevitably have other ideas in their minds.
Looking at Zhang Zhida's eyes, I admired him for breaking authority from the beginning, but now I feel a little disgusted.
"Brother Zhang, if you can't even write these autumn maple leaves, you won't be able to keep your title as the number one talent in Luohe Road."
"That's right, Brother Zhang, don't worry about questioning Ning Shixian. It's better to clean up your own affairs first and make your own affairs clear. The Qiu Feng you wrote last time defeated me and won This is the title of the number one talented man."
"If it is according to Zhang Dacai's intention, if he cannot write the Qiu Feng poem as good today as before, did he win the title of the best talent in Luohe Road by hiring someone to write for him?"
This half-joking and half-serious joke left many people silent.
They were recognized by Zhang Zhida as Luohe Taoist talents and were responsible for clarifying the truth, so they came to help.
The Jinling Poet Immortal had just proven his innocence, and they felt ashamed.
If the number one talent in Luohe Road is fake, it will really bring shame on all the talented people in Luohe Road.
At this time, someone advised: "Brother Zhang, no matter how good your poem is, it is not as good as Ning Shixian's, so you should just apologize to Ning Shixian."
Zhang Zhida hasn't responded yet.
The talented man who had been rescued by Ning Wuyan before with his eyebrow-raising stick took the lead in bowing stiffly with his fists towards the young man wielding the stick.
"Brother, I was just in a hurry, and I didn't mean to insult your mother. It was just my spoken words. I apologize to you, and to the coachman whom I hit on my horse just now. His injury medical expenses and lost work expenses, I’ll pay double the compensation.”
A talented person who can hang out with the greatest talent in Luohe Road and come to seek justice and truth regardless of gain or loss.
Very few come from humble or poor families.
Ning Wuhuang was very satisfied with his compensation conditions, and his attitude of adapting to the situation was okay. However, he was not the one who really decided whether to forgive this person.
"Do you want to accept his apology and the conditions he proposed?"
He looked at the young man under his command.
The other party had a tense face and struggled for a moment. His shoulders slumped slightly and his voice choked up as he said, "Ning Shixian, I want him to apologize to my mother. My mother is the Zhu Lin family."
"Did you hear that? Apologize."
Ning Wuyan respects the other party's choice.
After all, it is impossible to stab someone to death with a stick just because of an insult.
A person like this who can ask for double compensation will have endless troubles once he is beaten to death.
It is rare for a young man to insist on asking the insulter to apologize to his mother under such circumstances.
When the insulter heard this, even though his face was not angry, under Ning Wuyan's gaze, he still bowed in a low voice.
"I apologize to my mother, Mrs. Zhu Lin, and I hope that you, mother and son, have a lot of money and don't care about it."
"There's no need for compensation. I just need a sincere apology from you."
The young man's statement made the insulter stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red. He quickly stepped forward, apologized to the young man again, and began to ask his name.
Seeing that the matter here was resolved, Ning Wuhuang turned his attention to Zhang Zhida again.
After such a long time, Zhang Zhida still had a gloomy face and had no intention of reciting or writing a poem.
Ning Wuyan didn't have time to spend time with him here, so he pointed at the maple forest on the mountain in the distance and blurted out.
"The stone path up the Hanshan Mountain is sloping in the distance, and there are homes where the white clouds grow. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers."
As soon as this poem came out.
Zhang Zhida, who was still thinking about how to use the drafts he had written before, mixed them together to compose a similar poem, and then joined Ning Wuchang's army, was stunned on the spot.
What a poem!
Although it sounds simple, its artistic conception and realism are wonderful.
The most important thing is that it still maintains the style of Ning Wuhuang's previous poems. It is the kind of poem that even a child can recite catchily after reading it several times.
It has the same effect as the "quatrains" he raised when he questioned it before.
"Zhang Dacaizi, I think you really can't compose a poem, so I might as well make a sample for you first. How about this? It's getting late. You can go home and think about it. You can think of a better poem than this poem of mine. If you come back, you won't have to block everyone here and block the way for people behind you."
It was blocked here for a long time.
The people on the horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts behind had already arrived with the intention of joining in the fun.
They heard the whole story that Mei Xiang said before they came.
At this time, seeing that Zhang Zhida was actually a talented person who couldn't even write a poem for Qiu Feng, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"It turns out that this is the greatest talent in Luohe Road. It's really eye-opening."
"Isn't it Qiu Feng? Brother Lin, you have been studying Ning Shixian's poems recently. Come and compose one for him."
Student Lin, who was suddenly called upon, looked at Ning Wuyan with some restraint and licked his lips nervously.
He had indeed written several poems about Qiu Feng, but with Ning Shixian's pearls in front of him, he was really embarrassed to show off his shame again.
Despite the urging of everyone, Mr. Lin still couldn't lose his temper.
This gave Zhang Zhida a chance to evade.
"Look, even you Jinling talented people can't solve it, which shows that this question is indeed not easy. Let me think about it again..."
Before he finished speaking, a clear and melodious female laughter came from behind the crowd.
"Ordinary talented people focus on scientific research and are not proficient in poetry and songs. That is normal. But for you, who is known as the greatest talent in Luohe Road and is famous for your poetry in Luohe, it is so It’s a joke to be unable to compose a poem for a long time.”
"It's just Qiu Feng, so what's the problem?"
