When Li Mu wrote the first line, all the people in the hall were laughing at him.
However, when he finished, all the people were silent.
Because there was no need to comment at all. Everyone could tell that the last Beauty Poem completely crushed the other nine poems in terms of artistic conception and words. Even the three poems written by the arrogant Song Qingfei, Lin Qiushui, the chief disciple of the Hanshan Academy, and Liu Muyang, the chief disciple of the Fengming Academy, were far inferior to this Beauty Poem.
One glance could topple a city, and two glances could topple a country.
It was simply an unparalleled poem.
Many people silently mulled over this poem in their hearts. Every time they read it again, they would have different experiences in their hearts, layer upon layer. It was as if they would never get tired of reading it, and they would involuntarily immerse themselves in that artistic conception.
Just when everyone was silent because of the shock, a beautiful little maid came down from the third floor. She ran down and took away the words that the maid had copied before the ink was dry. Before she left, she shot a curious look at Li Mu.
Everyone knew that Master Hua might be tempted.
No woman could remain calm in front of such a poem.
Zheng Cunjian sat at the round table and had mulled over the poem for more than a dozen times. Every time he read it, he was more shocked. "Is this the ability of the youngest scholar in the history of the empire?" Although he had high expectations for Li Mu before, at this time, he could not help but praise and feel ashamed of himself.
It should be noted that Zheng Cunjian was called the Heartless Scholar, which meant that he was a Xiucai, and a Xiucai was also a talented scholar. Therefore, he certainly understood the meaning and charm of the Beauty Poem.
First, it was the Epigraph of My Shack. Then, it was the Beauty Poem. No matter who he was, it was enough to make him famous in the Western Qin. Even if Li Mu was not a young Great Master, he could have a meteoric rise.
Zheng Cunjian could imagine what kind of waves this Beauty Poem would cause once it was spread out. The sensational effect was definitely not inferior to that of the Epigraph of my Shack.
On the third floor, Master Hua's judgment had not been passed down yet.
But tonight, many people in the Holy House were well aware that this time, Master Hua would really open the window, and it would not be like the previous times where she just went through the motions.
"Impossible, how could you write such a poem?" Song Qingfei's face became ferocious, and he couldn't help but shout.
Lin Qiushui, the chief disciple of the Hanshan Academy, also fixed his eyes on Li Mu, gnashed his teeth, and asked, "Who are you?"
The other one, Liu Muyang, who had been in the limelight before, also looked at Li Mu as if he was looking at an enemy. He narrowed his eyes and cupped one hand in the other before his chest. "Your Excellency, may I know your name?"
In the hall, many people also fixed their eyes on Li Mu. They held their breath and waited for his answer.
They also wanted to know who had composed such a poem.
But Li Mu looked indifferent. He put his hands behind his back and said, "You don't deserve to know my name."
This act of acting tough was very stiff.
But for Liu Muyang and the other two, it was also a kind of naked slap in the face.
They were already on the verge of flying into a rage from the humiliation of not being able to compete with others in poetry. Now, they were being humiliated in such an arrogant manner. This was simply like being slapped in the face with the sole of a shoe.
"Arrogant, he is so arrogant." The short scholar of the Hanshan Academy, who had mocked Li Mu before, pounded the table and shouted, "Even Li Mu, the young Great Master who wrote the Epigraph of my Shack, would not humiliate the chief disciple of my academy like this. You are just a little poor man. How dare you be so arrogant?"
"That's right. A person's character is a poem's character. How could such an arrogant person come up with such a poem? Could it be that he plagiarized it?" Another scholar of the Fengming Academy also stood up and shouted. This kind of means of slandering others because they were inferior was really good at scholars like them.
The other scholars also started to make a ruckus.
They had always been hostile to each other, but at this time, they were united against the same enemy.
Those disciples of the Heaven Sword Martial Club looked at each other and finally fixed their eyes on Zheng Cunjian. The disciple who took the lead asked arrogantly, "Hey, who is your companion?" To be honest, as martial artists, they actually looked down on those so-called scholars, who claimed to be proficient in both literature and martial arts. But in their eyes, the so-called martial arts of those scholars were more like dancing.
Zheng Cunjian ignored him.
A trace of anger appeared on the face of that disciple of the Heaven Sword Martial Club. He slammed the long sword at his waist on the table and said, "I asked you a question. Are you deaf?"
Zheng Cunjian smiled grimly and said, "Shut up if you don't want to die."
"You are f * cking courting death!" The disciples of the Heaven Sword Martial Club were all enraged.
Zheng Cunjian's eyes flashed a trace of cold light, and he said, "You are courting death. Even Zhang Chengfeng dare not speak to me like this. If you want to die, I can help you at any time."
As soon as he said that, those disciples of the Heaven Sword Martial Club were a little surprised and doubtful.
And just at this time, the beautiful girl on the third floor ran down and went straight to Li Mu. She bowed and said, "Sir, my lady wants to invite you upstairs." Then, she turned around and said to the others, "My lady thanks you for coming tonight. Please go back."
In an instant, clamorous noise filled the surroundings once more.
As expected, Master Hua finally opened the window.
Many people were indignant.
Song Qingfei, Liu Muyang, and Lin Qiushui could be said to be the most frustrated.
Originally, they thought they had a good chance to be the guest of Master Hua, but the limelight was stolen by a poor boy who came out of nowhere. How could they bear it? It was just like killing one's wife and taking away one's child.
"Boy, do you dare to leave your name?"
"I don't accept it. There must be a trick in it."
"This boy must have plagiarized other people's poems …"
The three people all shouted at the same time.
Liu Muyang squinted, like a poisonous snake, stared at Li Mu, and said, "Boy, if you have the ability, you can make a similar poem on the spot, and I will admire you. Otherwise, I'm afraid you can't get rid of the stigma of plagiarism."
"Yes, make another one to prove it." Lin Qiushui also reacted and sneered, "Otherwise, our Hanshan Academy will definitely investigate it to the end and let the whole Chang 'an City know that you are just a thief who plagiarized other people's works."
The arrogant Song Qingfei also said with a gloomy look, "Yes, how can a person like you make such a poem? Hey, it must be plagiarism …"
There were also some people around.
But the beautiful girl stared at them and said, "You three people are so rude. It's okay that you can't write a good poem, but you even slander others? My lady said that the person who wrote such a poem must be a man in heaven … You said that this young master plagiarized, but what evidence do you have? Can you tell us who wrote this poem? "
"This …" Liu Muyang was speechless for a while, and said, "What if the person who wrote this poem has not published it?"
Lin Qiushui said, "Now we can't find it, but it doesn't mean that we can't find it in the future."
"You … are twisting words and forcing logic." The little girl said angrily, and she had obviously stood on Li Mu's side.
The arrogant Song Qingfei also said with a sinister smile, "Yes, little girl, I'm afraid that Master Hua has been cheated by this shameless man … We just want to expose his true colors."
The scholars of the two academies around them started to make noise again.
"Young Master, this …" The girl looked at Li Mu.
Li Mu smiled and patted her on the shoulder, and then said, "Don't pay attention to these villains, let's go." As he said, he walked towards the stairs. In his heart, he suddenly wanted to see this Master Hua, even if he was not curious about the beauty. Of course, this was impossible. Even if he wanted to annoy these low-moral scholars, he had to go to the third floor to have a look.
"You … you are afraid."
"You have a guilty conscience."
"Hey hey, you can go, but tonight, if you don't write another poem to prove to us, you will be stigmatized as a plagiarist."
Liu Muyang and the other two directly used words to push Li Mu.
Li Mu did not look back, and while walking, he sneered and said, "Hahaha, prove? Prove what? Your body and reputation will be destroyed, and the river will flow for eternity. Ants shake a big tree, ridiculous and overconfident … You three, what are you? Why should I prove anything to you? "
As he said, he had been led to the second floor by the little girl.
Until Li Mu and the little girl disappeared on the stairs, Liu, Lin, and Song did not dare to speak again.
Their faces were full of fear and anger.
Because —
Your body and reputation will be destroyed, and the river will flow for eternity!
Ants shake a big tree, ridiculous and overconfident.
A long sentence, a short sentence, two more poems.
Two quatrains that were enough to be spread.
Many of the people present had studied poetry, so they naturally understood the weight of these two sentences, one long and one short, which was extremely exquisite. Although it was not complete and could not be compared with the Beauty Poem in terms of completeness, it was absolutely comparable in other aspects. Almost without guessing, these two sentences could be spread wildly in the shortest time.
How could Song Qingfei, Lin Qiushui, and Liu Muyang not be afraid?
That was because those two lines were meant to scold them. As these two lines spread out, their reputations became worse. The words' You Cao 'and' You Cao 'were used to describe them.
What were scholars most afraid of?
Of course, they were afraid of a bad reputation.
This was also the reason why they threatened Li Mu before. After all, the two academies were the big forces in the literary world of Chang 'an City. In their eyes, Li Mu was just a small figure. How could he fight with the two academies? The tide of public opinion was in their hands.
But now, with the appearance of these two sentences, everything was not easy to say.
The spreading power of quatrains and beautiful sentences was very terrible.
Because they could not only spread in the local area at that time, but also in other places in the future.
Especially the poems that were passed down for hundreds of years, they had such power.
For a moment, some people in the hall looked at the three people with some sympathy and pity.
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