"Although Wang Huan is a new poet in our Tang Dynasty, his literary talent is so outstanding that he can almost catch up with the great poets who have been famous in our Tang Dynasty for a long time."
"Brother Wang Huan, I wonder if this masterpiece of yours can be given to Brother Ling?"
"Ah, why are you like this? Brother Wang Huan's calligraphy must be embraced by virtuous people."
Suddenly, many people present began to compete for the poems of the boy in white.
The three people sitting next to Wang Meng looked at Wang Huan with little stars in their eyes, as if they were three groupies. If Wang Meng hadn't been sitting next to them now, these three people would probably
Everyone had to come forward and ask for an autograph.
"Wow, he's so handsome. This Wang Huan is a young genius from the Kunshan Sect. Unlike us, he is a monk and has reached the ninth level of spiritual cultivation."
Zhao Feiyan was like a nympho girl, holding her chin with both hands.
"And his literary talent is also very good. It is said that it is rare for him to write poetry. Every time he writes a poem, his poems will be competed by countless people. He is really young and promising."
"More importantly, poetry is not what he is best at. What he is best at is actually writing legendary novels. The best-selling novel "The Legend of the Tang Dynasty" was written by him."
Zhao Feiyan introduced Wang Huan's deeds one by one like a treasure trove.
"Is it awesome?" Wang Meng couldn't help but curled his lips as he looked at Zhao Feiyan whose eyes were filled with little stars.
The result is just like an ordinary star-chasing brainless fan who will bite madly when someone casually talks about his fans. To Zhao Feiyan, Wang Meng's words were a huge disrespect for his idol.
"Humph, you are jealous. What else do you have besides that store? Although the products in your store are good, were they developed by you? Wang Huan worked very hard to achieve what he is today. He is also very good.
Talented."
Zhao Feiyan glared at Wang Meng dissatisfied.
"The majestic Yunlan, accompanied by the Canglang. I praise the Tang Dynasty with my heart. Just a few words have already expressed Wang Huan's praise of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and his admiration for the Yunlan Tower and the
Can you do the emotion of Canglang Lake? I think if I asked you to write it, you wouldn’t be able to hold it in for a long time without being able to write a single word.”
Wang Meng had no choice but to be despised by others.
As for Zhao Yin and Liu Yuan who were beside Zhao Feiyan, although they didn't say anything, it could be seen from their expressions and behavior that these two people now very much agreed with Zhao Feiyan's words.
Wang Meng gently clicked his tongue a few times. He now understood that there were actually very few entertainments in this era. As for the so-called poetry and novels, they were not like the era before he traveled through time, showing a kind of blooming flowers.
situation.
Just like what Wang Huan is writing now, I guess in the China where he was before time travel, any kid who wrote about melancholy on the Internet would have more literary talent than him, but in the end, here, this guy's bullshit
The unreasonable limerick turned out to be a good poem.
As for "The Biography of the Tang Dynasty" that Zhao Feiyan just talked about, he has also read it.
It is about a group of people working together to eradicate a cult and uphold justice.
Wang Meng was a fan of novels in his previous life, so how could he not pay attention to it? As a result, he felt like vomiting after reading only a few chapters.
Wang Meng looked around, and for a moment he had the urge to slap this bastard to death for daring to pollute his eyes.
"Haha, if you ask me to write such a nonsense poem, I really can't write it."
Wang Meng shrugged and said this very matter of course.
But as soon as these words were spoken, the originally bustling surroundings suddenly fell into extreme silence.
Everyone who was still complimenting each other on business immediately shut their mouths, and everyone looked in Wang Meng's direction with angry eyes.
Wang Meng didn't lower his voice at all just now, and what he said could naturally reach these people's ears clearly.
To be honest, if looks could kill, Wang Meng would have been cut into pieces by now.
"Mr. Wang, why don't we leave first? Here..."
Although Zhao Yin was also angry at what Wang Meng said just now, after all, he brought the person here, how could he watch Wang Meng have an accident here, and the current situation is that as soon as Wang Meng said what he said just now, if
If you don't leave, you may be beaten to death by these people.
It's fine if Wang Meng was beaten to death, but won't that store have to close in the future?
This is something Zhao Yin doesn't want to see.
Wang Meng didn't care. It didn't matter if he left, since he was about to open a store anyway.
However, the people at the scene who were praising Wang Huan were not happy. These people immediately rose up and surrounded Wang Meng and others.
"Boy, what did you just say? That's bullshit? I think you've got the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard, right?"
"Do you know who this person is in front of you? Wang Huan, let alone our Tang Dynasty, there are countless poets in the entire Yunlan Continent."
"Shuzi, it is an insult to gentlemen."
"Did you know that any poem written by Brother Wang Huan is something you must look up to?"
"Apologise now, otherwise, you won't be able to leave today."
Zhao Yin sighed in his heart. Sure enough, they were stopped after all.
What makes Zhao Yin even more uneasy is that he is a powerful person in Kyoto and is somewhat famous. How could these people not know you?
"Zhao Yin, why are you here? Could it be that the person who just said such rebellious words is your friend?"
"How come you have friends like this? You are also a powerful person in Kyoto after all. You are a high-class person. How can you be so willing to degenerate and hang out with such people?"
"It seems that our previous choice was wrong. Some people really cannot be associated with each other. Brother Zhao, we don't need to continue to communicate with each other in the future."
Zhao Yin and others wanted to cry in their hearts. This was really a sudden disaster. Today, they just wanted to have a good relationship with Wang Meng, but in the end, something like this happened.
This almost completely ruined his reputation in the upper class society.
If they just throw Wang Meng aside now, they can naturally restore their reputation, but...
If we really do this, can they still go to the experience store in the future?
Anyway, they don’t have the face to do it.
Just when Zhao Yin and others were in a dilemma, and those crazy fans were furious, Wang Meng yawned out of boredom.
That nonchalant look made these people angry to death.
"When I say bullshit, it means bullshit. You yourself are poor in literary talent, and you still talk about others."
Originally, Wang Huan had always maintained a calm demeanor, looking superior to others, but now Wang Meng was so angry that his face turned red.
He sneered, "So, brother, your literary talent must be very good? I also asked brother to write a poem."