The crime of plagiarism is not terrible! After all, there is no copyright in the Tianyuan World.

Unexpectedly, even in the entire Taihua Sect, Wang Zheng did not admit that he was the author of Die Lianhua.

If someone discovers it, at worst you will say that you heard it by chance. Who do you think you have blamed me for it?

But in the Tianyuan World, those who can write such works will definitely have good cultivation!

Moreover, the Wendao lineage basically serves the royal family! It would be a bit scary to think about plagiarizing such masters and the forces behind them.

"It won't be such a coincidence, right? No, there shouldn't be such a coincidence?"

On this side, Wang Zheng kept calm with a constipation on his face. On the other side, the stunned and surprised girl Ze'er suddenly spoke:

"Young Master of Grade 2, I wonder if the master you mentioned is a Grand Secretary of Kyoto?"

As soon as Miss Ze'er said this, the stunned people immediately reacted.

Grand Secretary?! That is an existence equivalent to a third-level strongman. In the court, he can at least shake a few big men with just one stomp in his feet.

If Gao Yun had a relationship with such a person, even if he was really not suitable to practice literary Taoism, he would switch to martial arts, and even enter the Tao with martial arts in the future...

To cultivate high luck with the status of such figures, at least one more genius in Xiling City is probably going to be available.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Gao Yun eagerly.

Even Wang Zheng is the same. If Gao Yun nodded and confirmed, the first thing Wang Zheng did next was public relations.

Through means, the Taihua Sect’s fellow disciples naturally accepted that Butterfly Love Flower was not what he did without affecting his popularity.

In everyone's eager eyes, Gao Yun's face suddenly turned red.

My family knows his own affairs, and this Butterfly Love Flower was obtained by myself by chance. And the author of Butterfly Love Flower is not a literary monk at all, but seems to be a warrior.

At this time, there are two roads facing Gaoyun.

One is to admit that he knows a powerful literary man, so that his status in Xiling City will definitely change greatly in the future.

Another one is to tell the truth. Although you will end up being seen clearly again, at least you can feel ashamed of yourself.

However, in a blink of an eye, Gao Yun's eyes were filled with a clear and bright look.

Facing the complicated gaze of Miss Ze'er, Gao Yun smiled bitterly:

"This poem was not written by a big man. I was lucky enough to know any big man in this Xiling City... This disappointed Miss Ze'er. This poem was just obtained by chance."

As he said that, Gao Yun turned his head slowly, looking at Gao Wen with a gloomy face, and he couldn't tell the joy and anger:

"The reason why I read this poem today is not that I came up with the limelight, after all, this word has nothing to do with me.

I just want to tell you that there is heaven beyond heaven and there are people outside of man. Those who insult others will always insult him.

The person who wrote this poem is only at the same age as you and me.

But according to my guess, this person has never made a big splash like you, not to mention that he doesn't care about his half-brother."

After a deep look at Gao Wen, Gao Yun bowed to everyone again:

"My high luck is indeed not suitable for practicing literary Taoism, but my high luck also has dignity!

I think you look down on me today. I remember the High-East Games in my heart. I hope that one day, High-East Games can prove your views today with your own efforts. They are all wrong."

Gao Yun's voice was neither anxious nor sluggish, nor passionate. But there was a sense of stubbornness in his plain tone!

That was a stubbornness of not admitting defeat, not giving up, and never regretting the stubbornness of the belt getting looser!

After saying this, Gao Yun turned around and left, but after only two steps, Gao Yun's expression changed suddenly.

His eyes widened, and he looked at Wang Zheng with shocked expressions.

At this time, Wang Zheng had a lot of resonance with Gao Yun's words in his heart.

However, this is not the fundamental reason why Wang Zheng was confused.

The fundamental reason is Gao Yun’s words. No matter how you hear them, you always seem to say that the original author of Butterfly Love Flower is himself?

Gao Yun's shocked look when he saw him seemed to prove his guess again.

So, Wang Zheng looked confused...

At this moment, Gao Yun was facing away from everyone, and everyone did not see his sudden change of expression. Instead, he only saw that Gao Yun was unwilling to stay for more.

Seeing Gao Yun leaving, Miss Ze'er suddenly spoke:

"Can the second-year high school senior reveal who the author of this poem is?"

When Gao Yun heard this, the second-year high school boy, also known as Gao Yun, seemed to be awakened by a thunderclap, and the shocked expression on his face disappeared in an instant.

Turning around, Gao Yun smiled and pointed at Wang Zheng with a bright look:

"It just so happens that the author of Die Lianhua is here today. He is the martial arts monk of Taihua Sect - Wang Dahui!"

"Wang Dahui? This name...it's true that people cannot behave like a person!"

"Oh my God, he is so young? He must be a gentle person if he can write such words?"

"Taihua Sect? It is worthy of being a huge creature thousands of miles away from home, and it is really full of talents."

"But why don't such a person practice literature? Isn't practicing martial arts a waste of talent?"

"You know, martial arts has no end, and martial arts is to cultivate one's own body, not better than that literary art?"

"Brother Tai, I wouldn't be happy to say that to us literary monks. Although I am just a child, I wouldn't be allowed to say that to you."

"Haha, look at your poor voice, why don't you let me say it?"

After Gao Yun's finger, everyone started to discuss.

At this moment, no one doubted whether the young Wang Zheng was the author of Butterfly Love Flower.

Because, just now, Gao Yun had proved his character with practical actions and won invisible respect from many people.

The author of Die Lianhua is actually such a young man? And he is also a warrior?

In the crowd, Gao Wen's face changed again and again.

From the initial gloom to the subsequent shock, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Just a warrior, it is much worse than him, a literary monk who has a literary mind.

Maybe it was out of dissatisfaction or because he found that his presence had become much weaker, Gao Wen didn't even have a lot of brains and blurted out in one sentence.

"I still think of someone, but I didn't expect it to be just a warrior!"

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