Tan Ming waved his hand and the two men immediately set up a table, laid out the snow satin paper from Jinlizhuang, clicked on Huixiang ink, set up a wolf brush, and retreated respectfully.

Deng Duxiu stepped forward and picked up the wolf's brush and dipped it in thick ink. He was not in a hurry to write, but pondered about his luck and looked for his feelings.

He practiced calligraphy for many years in his previous life, but although he was reborn, his writing feeling was still there.

After a few breaths, he found a feeling, brushing and brushing, and brushing like flying, and vigorous and elegant words leaped onto the paper.

"good!"

There were only two words on the snow satin, and some people couldn't help but shout it out.

The noise here has been very disturbing, and people near the area have gathered here, attracting people from further afield.

"Did you start practicing such writing and artistic conception from the womb?"

Tan Ming nodded slightly, "This stroke cannot be produced without the practice of more than ten years of cold and heat."

Everyone nodded and said yes, Zhou Taofang glared at Zhou Kun fiercely, resenting him to make trouble.

Deng Duxiu is focused on his pen, with a few ups and downs, and a poem is written:

Those who abandon me should not stay yesterday's day, and those who disturb my heart will have more worries today.

The long wind sends autumn geese to thousands of miles, and you can enjoy a tall building.

Junfang's article is Huizhou bone, and the middle of Hsinchu is clear again.

They all have a happy and prosperous life and want to fly, and want to climb up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon.

Draw a knife to cut off the water and flow more, raise a glass to relieve sorrow and sorrow.

Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty was emitting small boats.

Deng Duxiucai put down his pen and the onlookers gave a huge cheer, and a lot of clear spiritual energy rushed towards him like money.

Today's scholars have become universal values ​​in their practice. Even if they are weak scholars who cannot cultivate a great righteous spirit, they will lead their spirits into their bodies.

Therefore, more than 80% of the scholars who participated in the Xianya Collection had the experience of attracting spirits into their bodies and were automatically qualified to supply clear spiritual energy.

Looking at the clear and clear aura that was pouring in, Deng Duxiu felt refreshed and sincerely sighed, "It turns out that the feeling of pretending to be thirteen is so good. Brother Jiangnan, thank you."

This poem is precisely from the novel "I Come From the World", which he feels that it is extremely elegant and unrestrained.

However, when the author of "The Strange Man is Like Jade, the Young Master is Unparalleled in the World" borrowed Taibai's poem, the source was not indicated.

Deng Duxiu really thought he wanted to see what Jiangnan did, so he went all the way to him with gratitude.

It is worth mentioning that Deng Duxiu had a deep understanding in his previous life and had sufficient literary skills.

The original text "Penglai article Jian'an bones, Xiao Xie and Qingfa in the middle" was combined with the famous poets Zhang Junfang, Shen Hsinchu, and the famous Huizhou School in world history, and there was no inconsistency.

"good!"

Tan Ming cheered and overwhelmed the audience.

He stared at Deng Duxiu with a bright look in his eyes and said loudly, "It's true that he's full of complaints, but he's just as heroic as he's soaring into the sky, a wonderful work!"

Tan Ming had no choice but to be excited. This kind of poetry has not been seen in the poetry world for a long time.

Once it comes out, it will definitely be passed down. As a result, he will be famous as the introduction to this poem.

Tan Ming made the final decision, and Jiangxia County Teacher Ma Ran and others praised it.

Only Zhou Taofang's eyes were wandering and her mind was unstable, as if she was making some difficult choices.

Deng Duxiu said aloud, “You guys have praised you.

The students saw Mr. Zhou’s expression unchanged, and they must have something to say.”

Here comes the gathering of wise and elegant people, one is to seek fame and one is to destroy Zhou Taofang.

If Zhou Taofang doesn't run into it, he still has to look for it.

Zhou Taofang came to him, just in his wish.

Zhou Taofang was secretly surprised, and then realized that she guessed that Deng Duxiu must have known that he wanted to accept Liu's news and held a grudge against herself. She sneered in her heart, "Do you think a poem can turn the world?"

Let you see what it means to turn your hands into clouds and turn your hands into rain. I insist that you kneel down and offer your mother to you.”

Zhou Taofang smiled slightly, "Deng Sheng, you're guilty of being a thief."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked.

Tan Ming's face turned gloomy, "Master Zhou may say something to you in the Ming place."

He had a bad impression of Zhou Kun, and he also had little liked Zhou Taofang.

At present, Zhou Taofang seems to be trying to destroy this famous scene where he, Mr. Tan, is involved, and he can't stand it.

Zhou Taofang politely said to Tan Ming, "I don't know anything. I won't explain it today. I'm going to take advantage of it.

Ten days ago, when I was visiting Xiaocang Mountain, I met with Li Mufeng, the owner of Baiyun Temple.

I heard Li Mufeng recite this poem. At that time, I was shocked and thought it was written by Li Mufeng.

Li Mufeng said that it was done by an elder who came to visit Xiaocang Mountain three days ago.

This poem is open-minded and has a great atmosphere. It cannot be done by those who have a big mind.

However, Deng Xiaoyou has no talent for poetry since childhood, and is very fond of seeking immortals and seeking Taoism...

Well, I remembered that this Deng Xiaoyou got down to Xiaocang Mountain because of the incident in the Xiaocang Mountain. Could it be..."

Zhou Taofang did not directly point out Deng Duxiu's plagiarism. She first pointed out that Deng Duxiu had no talent for poetry and prose, and then compiled a poem that had heard in Xiaocang Mountain, and then created an elder who traveled to the mountain.

A series of criticisms, without any evidence, easily brought Deng Duxiu to an embarrassing place.

In an instant, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Deng Duxiu.

Since ancient times, literati have been despised by each other, not to mention that everyone competes in the same field and competes for fame and fortune.

There was no need to see evidence, and the dirty water from the large basin poured on Deng Duxiu's head.

"I knew he copied it, it was too much. Today, everyone is ready for Xianya Collection. This kid is too much."

"Even if you copy it, you don't think about your level. Just make a similar one and have to copy a work of circulating level."

"Who has ever heard of Deng Duxiu in Hanyang County? Such people also participate in the Xianya Festival, which is simply a shame for us."

“…”

The whole room was full of discussion, Deng Duxiu remained motionless and smiled. Tan Ming was originally suspicious, but when he saw that he was calm, his wavering thoughts immediately calmed down.

It would be fine if someone else stood up and criticized Deng Duxiu, but Zhou Taofang clearly had a personal grudge with Deng Duxiu.

Besides, when Deng Duxiu finished writing, he did not see Zhou Taofang standing up, and later came out to criticize him. Obviously, the time between this was to calculate the pros and cons.

What's more, if you hear such a famous masterpiece, you have to spread it after hearing the third ear, and you will not be silent for so long.

"Deng Duxiu, what do you have to say?"

Tan Ming said loudly.

Deng Duxiu said, "Master Zhou's plan was comprehensive, and the students were speechless if they wanted to argue."

Zhou Taofang sneered, "I've been exposed, but I still dare to make false accusations. I retreat quickly. Don't throw my face into Hexian County, Hanyang."

Deng Duxiu was about to continue to lure the enemy into the deep, but he heard a voice, "Master Zhou said that he had met Li Mufeng ten days ago, ten days ago, but is it true?"

The voice of speaking was clear, like flowing water coming out of the clear spring. As soon as the words fell, the crowd suddenly separated automatically and another group of people came over.

The one in the center is an old man wearing a scarlet official robe and his white hair is extremely eye-catching.

Several people followed him, all of whom were ashamed.
Chapter completed!