"Oh my God, what a masterpiece. I never thought that I would be able to see such poems in my lifetime."
"I think, with the literary talent of this poem, it can be ranked among the top ten in Yunlan Continent, right?"
"Describe scenes and feelings, use scenes to express emotions, especially the last two sentences. It not only means that if you want to see more scenery, you have to climb to a higher level. I am afraid that this little brother's pride is also contained here.
and ambition.”
After the poem was finished, the scene changed from the previous booing and watching. Everyone praised Wang Meng one after another, as if they were not the ones who just mocked Wang Meng.
As for Wang Huan...
It seems like he has been forgotten by everyone.
As for the woman who was sitting in the private room before, after hearing the chanting of everyone, she was so shocked that she stood up from her seat.
"The sun sets over the mountains, and the waves flow into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."
She murmured as if possessed, with a trace of obsession in her expression.
She is a person who loves poetry and elegance, so she can naturally feel the beauty and emotion in this poem.
As for the two girls beside her who had just mocked Wang Meng, their eyes widened. They seemed to have never thought that such an unknown passerby could write such a good poem.
The three people standing next to Wang Meng, Zhao Yin, were stunned.
They really didn't expect that Wang Meng could really compose poetry. Not only could he do it, but he was also so professional.
"You...did you really write this? Is Wang Zhihuan your pen name?"
When Zhao Feiyan looked at Wang Meng, her eyes were full of stars, like a crazy little girl.
As for this question, Wang Meng smiled and said nothing.
"Haha, I knew that with Brother Zhao's reputation in Kyoto, how could he treat someone unkindly?"
"That's right, I said early on that the person that Brother Zhao is interested in is definitely someone with outstanding literary talent. Brother Zhao, when will we get together again, remember to call this brother too."
After a while, everyone who originally wanted to distance themselves from Zhao Yin and others, but did not want to be with them, began to change the topic and began to praise him enthusiastically.
In this regard, the vanity of Zhao Yin and others was greatly satisfied.
Yep, didn’t we say before that we were willing to fall into obscurity?
It’s a slap in the face, isn’t it?
As for Wang Huan, who was full of confidence just now, he was now stunned and stared blankly at the poem.
"This...this..."
As if he was demented, he picked up the piece of paper with the poem written on it. The hand holding the poem was trembling.
However, Wang Meng and others knew that Wang Huan was not frightened now, but was excited by seeing such poetry.
"How is it? Who loses and who wins?"
Originally, Wang Huan subconsciously wanted to praise him a few words, but before he could say the words of praise, he heard Wang Meng's joking voice.
Wang Huan suddenly trembled.
He knew that he would definitely lose this time.
Suddenly, Wang Huan's face became very ugly.
Also looking ugly was a man who said he wanted to look after Wang Meng's house.
The man gritted his teeth and said bravely, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you can beat Brother Wang Huan. Everyone knows that Brother Wang Huan's real talent is not in writing poetry, but in writing legendary novels. Brother Wang Huan
The legendary novel "The Legend of Wang Chao of the Tang Dynasty" is popular throughout the continent. I admit that your poems are indeed good, but I cannot say that Brother Wang Huan is inferior to you because of this."
"Aren't you guys too despicable? We agreed earlier that we would compete in poems and essays, but now we are talking about novels. Do you know that you are willing to admit defeat?"
Before Wang Meng could speak, Zhao Feiyan directly stood up to defend Wang Meng.
She has now decided to become a loyal fan of Wang Meng.
"Humph, what kind of upper-class people were you talking about just now? If you can't even accept defeat, I think you are the ones who are willing to fall."
Zhao Feiyan's scolding made Wang Huan and others look extremely ugly. However, they were unwilling to accept the thought of admitting that they had lost and having to work as gatekeepers. They were prominent people in Beijing. If this spread,
If you work as a janitor in a small shop, you will probably be laughed at in their circle.
Zhao Feiyan wanted to continue speaking, but was stopped by Wang Meng.
If it’s not good compared to poetry, how about comparing it to novels?
Isn’t Wang Meng, a senior online article reader, still afraid of you?
"I've also read your "The Legend of the King of the Tang Dynasty"."
As soon as Wang Meng said these words, Wang Huan's face was filled with joy, as if he suddenly became very awesome.
"How is it? Is my novel well-written, vivid and attractive? I already know this."
He opened the folding fan in his hand, looking cool and comfortable.
But Wang Meng is very "ruthless".
"If in your understanding, attractive means the same thing as boring, then I agree with you."
Wang Meng spoke directly, and for a moment, the Yunlan Tower, which was originally full of people interested in Wang Meng, suddenly fell into silence.
What made Wang Meng feel helpless was that he saw the angry eyes of these people again.
This look in his eyes was just like the first time I said Wang Huan’s poems were nonsense.
"Brother, your poems are indeed very good, but you can't be so insulting."
"That's right, Brother Wang Huan's novel is a best-seller all over the continent, and it also has a large number of loyal readers. Almost everyone who reads the novel says it is a good book. Are you insulting all of us by saying this?
people’s ability to appreciate.”
""Datang" is a good book about the Righteous Alliance working together to suppress evil cults and promote justice. In the novel, the Righteous Religion unites people with lofty ideals from all over the world to form the Righteous Alliance, eradicates evil cults together, and finally unifies the world.
"
Many book fans have stood up and started to defend this book.
Of course, it may be because after Wang Meng wrote the poem before, everyone's impression of Wang Meng has changed. At this time, the tone of his speech is at least not so straightforward.
However, what these people said was a very exciting plot, to Wang Meng, made him yawn.
"Brother, please take back what you just said, otherwise, I'm afraid you will be criticized by people all over the world. You have good literary talent, but you have a specialization in art. When it comes to novels, Brother Wang Huan is the master.
"
"That's right, don't you want me to guard the door for you? Unless you can write a better story than Brother Wang Huan, otherwise, the bet we just made will be void."
Wang Meng:……
Wang Meng was speechless, this guy really knew how to find every opportunity.
But telling stories,
Just what Wang Meng meant.
"Do you want to know more about "The Legend of Ancient Swords"?" Wang Meng came to the table at this time, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, looking like a storyteller.