There was a hint of gloom in Wang Huan's eyes, and his arrogant look seemed to predict that Wang Meng would be defeated at this moment.
Even in another world, there are always people who like to join in the fun.
What's more, this is just a fun thing to maintain the dignity of the great young poet in their minds, which makes it even more meaningful.
"That's right, aren't you very cool? If you say Brother Wang Huan's poems are nonsense, then it seems that your literary talent is very impressive. If you have the ability, just write one."
"Hmph, an unknown junior shouldn't be so arrogant even if he just learned poetry. Wang Huan is your senior. Don't you know how you should treat your seniors?"
"Writing poetry? Haha, this is not a vulgar thing that cats and dogs can play. This is very elegant. If he can compose poetry, I guess any dog or cat on the road can compose poetry."
"Look, everyone, this kid is probably too scared to say anything now."
Many people couldn't help but shout when they saw Wang Meng fell silent.
What's more, someone even made a big bet, saying that if Wang Meng could really compose poetry, he could be Wang Meng's slave for a month.
You know, he is a son of a wealthy family in Kyoto.
If you really want to be a slave to Wang Meng...
Anyway, Wang Meng thought it was good.
Similarly, when Wang Meng was scolded, Zhao Yin and others naturally also suffered.
As for Zhao Yin and others, these people just said that Zhao Yin and others were short-sighted and actually devalued themselves to be with people like Wang Meng, etc.
Anyway, now Zhao Yin and the others are extremely regretful.
Zhao Feiyan pulled Wang Meng with a dark face, "Okay, let's go. What are you doing here? Don't you think the people we have lost are not big enough?" Zhao Feiyan wanted to find a crack in the ground and burrow down, like everyone present. The gaze was like needle pricks, making her whole body feel uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, Wang Huan had no intention of letting Wang Meng go. He immediately stepped forward and stood in front of Wang Meng.
"Brother, you haven't finished your poem yet. Of course, if you really can't do it, I won't force you. I just need you to apologize to me in front of everyone and admit that you have done it before. It's okay if you have no eyesight, and I won't embarrass you."
At this time, Wang Meng suddenly raised his head and glanced at Wang Huan. I don't know why, but when he met Wang Meng's eyes, Wang Huan's heart trembled inexplicably, and a strange thought grew in his heart.
It seems that Wang Meng can really write poetry at this time.
"Huh, so what if you can really write? As long as you don't write well, I can still make you worthless. If you dare to mock me in public, I will let you know what regret is. "
Although Wang Huan looks very sunny on the outside, in fact, he is cold inside.
"Writing poetry? Haha, what a big deal. In my hometown, any three-year-old child can recite poetry to you."
boast?
joke!
You must know that before Wang Meng traveled through time, he was in the great China.
It was a civilized country of poetry, and it was no big deal if a three-year-old could recite poetry.
To be honest, most children can still recite at least a few lines of Tang poetry.
Even if he can't do anything else, he can still say a few words, such as the moonlight in front of his bed or bending his neck to sing to the sky.
Wang Meng is telling the truth, but in the eyes of these outsiders who are extremely lacking in poetry and civilization, these words are quite arrogant.
Suddenly, many people looked at each other with cold eyebrows, even Zhao Yin and others became indifferent.
"Okay, okay, the three-year-old children in your hometown can recite poems, right? Then if you can't make a good poem today, I don't think you can leave safely today." As he spoke, there was a strong feeling.
Coercion emanated from Wang Huan's body.
Even though Wang Huan is deliberately suppressing his aura, he is still at the ninth level of spiritual cultivation, while Wang Meng has not even reached the level of a warrior. Under this pressure, Wang Meng felt as if his heart was being killed by a hand.
It was as if he was being strangled to death. The uncomfortable feeling made him feel as if his heart was about to be crushed.
Wang Meng's heart sank.
You want to play, right?
Then brother, I will give you a good time.
"Don't let me leave? Haha, how about we make a bet? Didn't that person just say that? If I really compose a poem, you will be my guard for a month. You are like him. If I compose a poem,
Shi, then you can work as a guard at the door of the store I open. If I lose, I will let you do whatever you want."
As a gatekeeper?
Wang Huan's face looked indifferent.
What Wang Meng said sounded nice. In fact, everyone understood that he was just being asked to be a watchdog.
With Wang Huan's arrogant nature, how could he accept such an insult?
"Okay, I promise you, but let's start with this ugly thing. Since you just said that my poems are nonsense, then the poems you write must be better than mine. Also, the poems you write must have the characteristics of Yun Lanlou and
This Canglang Lake, use this to express your emotions, otherwise, you will lose."
As soon as Wang Huan said these words, many people present couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"This is too difficult."
There were many literary people present, but after thinking about it for a while, they still couldn't figure out how to deal with it.
In their opinion, Wang Meng was defeated.
At this time, Zhao Yin and the three people standing next to Wang Meng were already confused.
Originally, they wanted to take Wang Meng away at this time, not wanting him to continue to cause trouble, but they never expected that this plan could not keep up with the changes.
At this time, how could they watch Wang Meng jump into the fire pit?
"Brother Wang Huan, is your request too difficult? I'm afraid many people here are..."
As a result, before Zhao Yin finished speaking, Wang Huan waved his hands very impatiently, "Since this brother said so arrogantly that a three-year-old can recite poems, I don't think he can even recite poems to a three-year-old."
Wouldn't it be better? Of course, if he is just a talker, then this bet will be void, and there is no need for others to say anything. If he continues to say it, he will become an enemy of me, Wang Huan."
As soon as Wang Huan said these words, everyone was completely silenced.
For the sake of a passerby, no one would offend Wang Huan.
On the contrary, more people just looked at Wang Meng and others as if they were watching a good show.
Zhao Feiyan glared at Wang Meng fiercely at this time. Although this girl always cared about it, she really didn't want to watch Wang Meng die at this time.
After all, Wang Meng looks younger than Wang Huan, so how can he be Wang Huan's opponent in terms of achievements in poetry.
"Hey, just be a coward, it's better than losing your life."
Zhao Feiyan and the others could only hope that Wang Meng would admit defeat.
But in the end, Wang Meng thought about it for a while, then nodded and agreed with a smile.
"It seems that there are two reception ladies in my store...no, they are young masters. Yes, they are high-end and classy."
Wang Meng felt funny in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly think about it. Ignorant natives from other worlds, how about "Climbing the Stork Tower"?