I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

Copy your poems?

Bai Lin's words caused Hong She and Cheng Yun'er to have question marks on their foreheads, "Who do you think will copy your poems?"

Hearing the sound, Bai Lin smiled and pointed to Zhao Wencai who was looking around furtively, "Who else, of course, is our great talent Zhao."

puff!

After Bai Lin finished speaking, Cheng Yun'er laughed outright, "I said Mr. Bai, no matter how you say he is a gentleman of the academy, besides, he is already a bachelor of the Zhongyuan Academy at such a young age, will he copy your poems?"

Although Red Musk didn't speak, it was obvious from the expression that he didn't believe Bai Lin's words.

However, Bai Lin curled his lips and said mysteriously: "If we hadn't talked just now, he might not have copied it, but just now he deliberately brought up the old story just now to stimulate him."

"If he wants to completely trample me to the ground this time, he will definitely repeat the past, use my poems to humiliate me, and charge me with plagiarism again!"

Listening to Bai Lin's analysis, Cheng Yun'er and Hong She felt that there was some truth.

With Zhao Wencai's temperament, it is really possible for him to do so.

No, it's not possible, but Zhao Wencai has already acted. First, he pretended to casually walk past the table and chairs that Bai Lin had placed just now, then squatted down, and slipped the poems written by Bai Lin into his sleeves.

The whole process was done in one go without any pause.

"This guy, it would be a pity if he didn't become a thief." Bai Lin laughed, and then slowly walked into the Juwen Hall.

At this time, the three reviewers of the poetry competition were already in place, announcing the rules of the poetry competition.

King Cheng Xiang sat firmly on the lobby, exuding the demeanor of a literati, "Everyone, you are all outstanding literati in the prosperous kingdom of Taiwu. Every year in the poetry competition, some literati and talents will be recommended to the Holy One, and this year is no exception. .”

"If there are people with outstanding literary talents, I will not only reward them heavily, but also make it clear to the Holy One that you will serve the country."

Opening a few words made all the literati in the hall look excited, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Bai Lin was the only one, his face remained unchanged, and he even scratched his ears disdainfully, "Who cares about serving the country, I'm only interested in that spiritual weapon."

After finishing speaking, Bai Lin deliberately pretended to be panic-stricken, and shouted: "Where's my poem? It was still on the table just now, who stole my poem?"

Bai Lin's exclamation attracted the attention of everyone present.

When King Cheng Xiang in the hall saw Bai Lin, his face turned black, "Bai Lin, why are you making such a fuss? Let me tell you, if you participate in the poetry competition, you'd better behave yourself, otherwise I will still kick you out." go out."

As for the others, they looked at Bai Lin with contempt and disdain, "It's this Bai Lin again, who has the face to participate in the poetry competition?"

"That's right, he plagiarized the poems and proses of Grand Master Zhao, and even bit back. How many times did he not lose to the Grand Master Zhao in the following poetry competition?"

"But it's strange. He wasn't expelled from the house by the Bai family. Why did he come back?"

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Discussions continued one after another, and for a while the entire Juwen Hall became buzzing, like a swarm of flies holding a meeting.

"Silence!" The three inspectors shouted coldly in unison before stopping the scene.

And Bai Lin also chuckled in his heart, "Forget it, maybe it was blown away by the wind, so I'll write it again."

His words made Zhao Wencai, who was not far away, laugh sinisterly.

Looking at Bai Lin's eyes, there was a cold light, like a wolf hiding in the night, "Bai Lin, Bai Lin, do you know who would stumble twice in one place? That's a fool, and You are an idiot now!"

"Today I will let you relive the scene of being kicked out of the poetry competition! Fight with me, I can't beat you to death!"

With Zhao Wencai's current appearance, how can he have the potential to be a gentleman? With a person like him, what kind of talents can he teach?

The future of Taiwu Shengguo is worrying!

However, Bai Lin doesn't care about these things, Taiwu Shengguo has little to do with him, he can do whatever he likes, the most important thing now is to get the martial arts weapon!

After the loud sound of gongs and drums, the poetry contest officially started.

Everyone has half a stick of incense time to think. After half a stick of incense, they have to write their own poems and works, and then read them out in public. There are three reviewers and Cheng Xiangwang's rating and positioning.

For the half stick of incense, everyone present is racing against time and racking their brains.

Only Bai Lin was alone, biting the holder of the writing brush, looking like he had nothing to do.

"It's time, all bachelors, please write your own poems and works." As soon as the examiner's voice fell, all the literati took their seats, picking up their brushes and waving them non-stop.

There are at least thirty people present here, and Bai Lin's seat is at the back, so the time to read the poems is also at the back.

As for the poems of the above people, Bai Lin couldn't understand them at all, it was like listening to a scripture from heaven.

When I was in school, listening to the teacher was not so strenuous.

Before he knew it, Bai Lin was already groggy and fell asleep lying on the table.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Bai Lin was gently awakened by Red Musk's voice, "My lord, wake up my lord, it's your turn."

Opening his eyes, Bai Lin wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and stood up, "Hey, it's finally my turn. Compared with everyone, my Bai Lin's poems should be regarded as attracting jade. Please don't laugh at me."

After finishing speaking, Bai Lin put his hands behind his back, pretending to be the style of an ancient poet, and recited the poem he just wrote word by word, "The origin of the Zhao family is from the vice-shu, and Wen Gong Qingjie is a high-ranking man. Eight fights cover the eyes, death and hatred are difficult to meet, do not explore the tiger's lair to seek personal attainment, want to show lightness to the king, the face is tired of fragrance, and it seems to be affectionate."

After reading it, Bai Lin felt goose bumps all over his body.

However, the moment his voice landed,

"Come on, drag this Bai Lin out for me. From today on, he is not allowed to participate in the poetry competition!" King Cheng Xiang's angry voice had already come.

The three examiners also got up one after another, and reprimanded angrily: "Bai Lin, why don't you change your mind? You were expelled from the poetry competition because of plagiarism before, and you plagiarized again today?"

"The literati in my Taiwu Shengguo are all clean and self-conscious. There has never been such a brazen person. You are not worthy of being a member of my Taiwu Shengguo!"

"This is King Cheng Xiang's poetry competition, how can you wait to do anything wrong?"

Crash!

As soon as their words fell, groups of guards in armor rushed in from the door, without saying a word, surrounded Bai Lin!

Until this moment, Zhao Wen finally stood up, walked slowly in front of Bai Lin, put the poem he stole just now in front of Bai Lin, and said with a sneer, "I said Mr. Bai, I have no grievances with you, you Why do you always copy my poems?"

"Even if I don't care about it, but if you copy the things in my mind, can it really become your own?"

Zhao Wencai said this on purpose at the moment, especially in front of King Cheng Xiang, he wanted to show his generosity.

However, what people didn't expect was that Bai Lin smiled softly, "Great talent Zhao is indeed a scholar of Taiwu Shengguo. The poems he wrote are actually used to scold him. He is really humble."