Amid the gloating expressions of everyone, Wang Zheng's smile on his face was in vain and he looked at Gao Wen in the middle of the crowd seriously:

"I wonder what Mr. Gao thinks of this method?"

Looking at Wang Zheng's fearless appearance, a slight premonition arose in Gao Wen's heart.

There was nothing else, just because the arrow was about to be on the string, Wang Zheng's performance was still so calm, as if he had full confidence...

However, Wang Zheng did not intend to give Gao Wen any chance. After not getting Gao Wen's positive answer, Wang Zheng immediately followed up:

"Haha, it seems that the number one literary genius in Xiling City is nothing more than that."

After saying that, Wang Zheng was about to leave, and his expression and behavior seemed to be full of disdain for Gao Wen.

Wang Zheng's words have to be said to be extremely accurate. While provoking generals, he also reminded Gao Wen to be the first literary genius in Xiling City.

Sure enough, Gao Wen, who was so excited by Wang Zheng, suddenly reacted and said in his heart:

"I, Gao Wen, is also the number one literary genius in Xiling City. This warrior who came out of nowhere is definitely inferior to me even if he has two brushes."

With this idea in his mind, coupled with Wang Zheng's unconcealed excitement, Gao Wen, who wanted to maintain his reputation as the younger generation in Xiling City, immediately spoke:

"Since you have to humiliate yourself, don't blame me for showing mercy."

When Wang Zheng heard this, his move of making gestures to leave came to an abrupt end, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I wonder how Mr. Gao is planning to let Wang humiliate himself?"

Gao Wen seemed to have also entered the state that the first literary genius in Xiling City was only available. In the face of Wang Zheng's inquiry, he spoke calmly:

"Since you are a warrior, you are not proficient in profound knowledge. I will not make things difficult for you, so let's compare poetry. You and I write poetry and songs on the spot, and everyone present will serve as the referees. As for those who lost... Haha, I don't want you to win or lose, it doesn't matter."

Gao Wen, who wanted to say the loss, knelt on his knees and admits his mistakes, hadn't said it yet, but the tone changed to win or lose.

These words naturally won applause from the crowd.

"Young Master Gao, it's true that he is noble and upright."

"Yes, it's rare for us to see the winners and loses so indifferently."

"Haha, the young man from the city lord's lineage has a bit of grace."

People who don’t know the truth often like to follow the trend the most. There is one and the second one, and it takes almost a moment of effort. Ruyifang is full of praise for Gao Wen.

At this time, Wang Zheng seemed to have a tragic situation where he was alone against thousands of troops...

However, Wang Zheng always had a smile on his face: "Writing poems? OK."

"I wonder what kind of intention this brother wants to compete with me?" Gau Wen seemed to be even more noble and noble under the backdrop of everyone.

When Wang Zheng faced Gao Wen's humility, he waved his hand indifferently and said, "The subject matter is in mind? Whatever!"

When Gao Wen heard this, he was stunned at first, but then he shook his head, as if he had just denied some idea in his heart.

Then, Gao Wen suddenly stood up and looked at Miss Ze'er affectionately, and said in a gentle and almost whispering tone:

"In Gao's eyes, Miss Ze'er is the most beautiful among the flowers in Ruyifang, which can cover up the peony among the flowers.

Therefore, Gao wrote a poem to Miss Ze'er with the title of peony."

As he said that, Gao Wen glanced calmly and said in a cold and pity-like tone:

"As for brother-in-law? It's enough to be appropriate to the topic."

After saying that, Gao Wen didn't look at Wang Zheng, but after looking at Miss Ze'er deeply, he walked and thought about it with his hands on his back.

After thirty-six steps, Gao Wen's eyes lit up suddenly: "I have it!"

Gao Wen paused, and a confident smile appeared on his face. After scanning the audience, he fixed his eyes on Miss Ze'er, and then he spoke slowly:

"I inviting the east wind to break out early, and all the fragrances float down the stairs. Several fairy fires emerge from the sky, and a strange fragrance comes from the sky."

"good!"

After reciting a poem, the cheers burst out.

"Young Master Zhang is worthy of being Zhang. Not only does it take thirty-six steps to make a poem, but it still makes it look like this! "

"That's right, I compared Miss Ze'er to a peony who appeared after a hundred flowers. She was once she was born. Although I don't understand the arts of literary and artistic abilities, I can also see Mr. Zhang's literary and artistic talent!"

"Zongfangs floated down the stairs. Isn't this the scene when Miss Ze'er went down the stairs?"

"The younger generation is terrifying, and the younger generation is terrifying."

Almost all the cheers in the hall were filled with praise. Wang Zheng finally understood a fact through these praises. Zhang Wen's poem was indeed well written.

Miss Ze'er is compared to peony flowers. After many flowers appear, they slowly descend to the stairs. As soon as they get off the stairs, they are full of beauty!

As the situation is appropriate, it can be said that Gao Wen has some skills.

"Whether a monk in the literary world understands his predecessor's works or has his own works published, it is a process of a more profound understanding of literary world. It should be filled with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

After understanding that Gao Wen's poem is a masterpiece, and even a masterpiece that he has completely realized, Wang Zheng couldn't help but think of this in his heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, a white and noble aura came out of nowhere in the void, pouring out from Gao Wen's celestial spiritual cover, making Gao Wen's first-level aura more solid.

"But, what exactly is this literary gas infusion?"

Although I understand that there is a lineage of literary and Taoism in the Tianyuan World, the infusion of literary and qi is just common sense. However, as a time traveler, Wang Zheng developed a certain degree of curiosity about the infusion of literary and qi.

Is there no love for no reason, or is Wenzu really wanting scholars all over the world to be like dragons?

However, Gao Wen, written in a poem, seemed to not give Wang Zheng a chance to think deeply. Gao Wen looked at Wang Zheng with a proud expression:

"I have finished reading Gao's poems. I wonder if this brother is ready?"

Gao Wen's expression was proud, so he naturally had his proud confidence. Even Gao Wen was a little surprised by the birth of this peony poem. It can be said that it was a work that performed very well.

With such extraordinary works, Gao Wen is naturally completely fearless.

After seeing Gao Wen's confident expression, Wang Zheng looked at him with a smile.

My work?
Chapter completed!