"Whoever copied it is not me to make a poem, that is, it is Mr.
Hu's protégé who is copied all over the world, and the poems are known all over the world, so he is qualified to be recognized as plagiarism in his later years" Seeing the nervous look on Hu Anmin's face, Lin Yang sneered: "Hu is shameless, this kind of trick is okay to fool the child, you said that the words and sentences of this son are all copied, I am strange, why are you" Hu Anmin didn't seem to want to have more verbal disputes with him, and said coldly: "Poetry is the voice of the heart, Lin Gongzi has no such experience, how can he write this poem" "Hmph, how do you know the experience of this son, did you know this son before" Lin Yang looked at him and said coldly: "This way of poetry is always talented, my experience can't be exaggerated, turn it into my own poetry" His words were extremely arrogant, and he actually compared himself to a genius, so he used this to prove that Hu Anmin's previous inferences did not exist Hearing this, Hu Anmin was happy in his heart, and said in a mocking tone: "Exaggerate, is it possible that Lin Gongzi can write poems that are similar or even unrelated to his own encounters anytime and anywhere, you have the ability to exaggerate again in front of everyone, even if you are a genius in poetry, you definitely don't have such skills." ” Seeing that the other party fell into his own calculations, Lin Yang smiled slightly, took a sip of the wine jug from the other party's table without any politeness, and looked at him quietly, but the drunkenness in his eyes gradually became stronger, and suddenly waved his green sleeves and shouted: "Qin'er, serve this son's pen and ink" Everyone in the hall didn't understand what it meant, only Qin'er knew what Lin Yang was going to do next, and she looked a little excited according to Lin Yang's instructions, and after a while, these were ready, and there was a large empty space on the stage, only a few Yan and one person, standing lonely and proud in the middle.
Lin Yang raised his head and suddenly took a big sip of wine, and laughed loudly: "Where is the third son of the collector of Zhenxing Palace?"
The Tibetan star on the fourth floor was shocked at this time, and then scolded Lin Yang half to death, even if he was embarrassed, he also pulled him up, but someone had seen him come with Lin Yang before, if he couldn't shrink at this time, he would definitely be looked down upon, and he couldn't help but fly out of the box As soon as the Tibetan star appeared, it immediately alarmed many people present, the collector, that is a sacred family, the ancestor of the collector, when he founded the Zhenxing Palace, it is rumored that the ancestor of the collector is an ancient person, and he is the grandson of the holy master, and he is the ancient sword god Yang Jian.
"Senior Brother Tibet" Lin Yang said to Zangxing with a calm tone: "Please also ask Senior Brother Zang to be my pen boy for a while."
"You" A trace of anger flashed on Zangxing's face, but he immediately thought that in front of everyone's eyes, if everyone saw the internal discord among the disciples of Zhenxing Palace, it would be even more embarrassing for Zhenxing Palace, so he simply gritted his teeth and said, "Okay" So Zangxing came to the table on the stage and sat down, laid out the white paper, and studied the pen and ink, but Lin Yang shook his head and said, "One is not enough, junior brother, you also go."
"Senior brother, I" Long Hu was stunned for a moment, but under Lin Yang's gaze, he walked to the table and sat down.
"Miss Chunlan, please also be my writer for the time being," Lin Yang said gently to Chunlan, who was already at an unknown point "This is okay" Maybe it was because of Lin Yang's identity, or maybe it was out of impulse, Chunlan responded.
"What are you messing around," Hu Anmin yelled Lin Yang glanced at Hu Anmin with a smile, the look of mockery in his eyes was even better, and he said to the three people who were writing next to him: "I read, you write, if the writing is slow and you don't copy it, I won't write it a second time, today I want you to have three lives with me."
Dragon and Tiger, Hidden Stars, Chunlan couldn't help but be stunned, she was lucky for three lives, just don't be ashamed, but the three of them became nervous for no reason.
Many people are speculating about what Lin Yang is going to do, how he can make the world believe that he is the real generation of poets between Hu Anmin and him.
At this time, it was not long after nightfall, the night wind was very cold at the end of autumn, and it was very warm in the art hall, but the atmosphere in the room was somewhat similar to the drumming on the battlefield.
"The day is at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and the sky wants snow to drink a cup late, and the sky is long and sometimes endless, and this hatred is endless."
Without any warning and without any brewing, Lin Yang blurted out a paragraph that was all done by the ancient sages of later generations, and after a while, there were seven or eight poems, he stood next to the book, looked at the night outside the palace, and kept reciting all the famous poems that he could remember in his strange brain, Dragon and Tiger, Hidden Stars, Chunlan heard Lin Yang's poems, and couldn't help but change her complexion, and then she was solemn, and she waved her pen and book, but she almost couldn't keep up with the speed of Lin Yang's speech.
Everyone's mouths opened wide, as if they had seen the most terrible thing in the world, no one spoke, no one discussed, they were all silent, most of the people here have no culture, but these poems are very beautiful, so that people can hear the benefits.
If you want to become famous, you must become an instant hit, and today's occasion is an opportunity for Lin Yang, he let it go out and recited the poems in his mind, neither caring if the three of them remember it, nor do they care if others understand it.
Reciting countless words from his previous life, his thin lips continued to echo in the art hall of the Tianxiang Pavilion, the first sale in the Chu Kingdom.
Hu Anmin's eyes gradually changed some very strangely.
And at first, the prostitutes who were just watching the excitement finally couldn't help muttering in their hearts, these poems they had never heard of but were indeed wonderful sentences, could they all be written by the kid surnamed Lin "The flowers are getting charming and the eyes are getting charming, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe" "You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky" "Singing about wine, the geometry of life" "East of the Jieshi, to view the sea" "He who forsaken me shall not remain yesterday; Those who disturb my heart are troubled today."
Everyone listened to every poem recited from Lin Yang's mouth, their faces were full of shock and disbelief, the quality of each poem, everyone has ears, there are many geniuses in the world, but from ancient times to the present, it seems that there has not been such a perversion as Lin Yang, and there is no scene like today.
"Nima, I've never seen anyone who writes poems like this" "How come classic poems come to this kid's mouth, as if they are cabbage in the vegetable market" Writing poetry is definitely not moving big dishes in the vegetable field, but countless poems that have never been broken gushed out of Lin Yang's mouth, as if there is no need to think about the difference between them and those Chinese cabbages that are not expensive Although some of these poems are strangely worded, because the ministers did not know the allusions on earth, the people are still shocked and horrified that these poems are good: