The Divine Martial Stars

Li Mu smiled.

He did not think that there are really such brazen people in the world.

Looking at each other's appearance, quite a status, but doing something like this, this is really...

If you change to other small young people, you may be scared by this intimidation with a gun and a stick. He will hesitate and think about acknowledging that there is nothing wrong with it. If you can’t make this poem, you can give it to you. But, as a result, it will immediately fall into the other person's text trap, contaminated with stigma, and can no longer turn over.

Laozi’s [Pearl Poetry] is indeed copied, but it is definitely not copying you.

You are a good old thing, too.

Li Mu had no intention to reason, so he was about to start...

But at this time, a voice came from the direction of the stairs.

"I don't want to, this son, there is absolutely no possibility of plagiarism, Mr. Yu is afraid that it is a mistake." The familiar soft and sweet voice, accompanied by the mother of Wen Shengzhai, a white gauze flower I thought about it and slowly walked down the stairs.

Ok?

She actually went down.

Li Mu is a bit surprised.

However, after thinking about it, it should be the following embarrassment, too much trouble, so I was shocked by the flowers on the third floor.

This girl also has a heart, even if the clothes are not changed, they will directly defend themselves.

On the face of Li Mu, a smile appeared.

At this time, the entire first floor lobby was sensational.

Everyone went downstairs.

Many people who have long wanted a glimpse of their enthusiasm are excited immediately.

This is a rare opportunity, and finally I saw the legendary Wen Shengzhai.

Countless eyes cast the past.

Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei, the three faces, immediately gloomy.

They did not think that the flowers wanted to be such a small scholar, they went downstairs and showed up, and also helped the little scholars to speak, which made them surprised and angry.

Yan Yuandao's gaze fell on the face of the flower, and a fascinating color flashed away on his face, and his heart could not help but float a trace of heat. He was also shocked by the face of this woman.

"It turned out to be a flower girl." Yan Yuandao carefully disguised his possessive desires and smiled. He said: "The girl is afraid of being blinded by this little friend. The first beautiful poem is indeed the old man. Made after drinking, the day..."

Hua Xiangrong directly interrupted the words of Yuan Yuandao. He said: "Mr. Qi should be invincible, so I remember it. I believe that the poems of the beautiful people must be made by this son. The sons are noble and clean, and the poetry is unique. , will not make a poem."

A long way to go, the eyes flashed a trace of anger.

At this time, the phoenix academy who had been talking without aside, Jia Zuoren, smiled and touched his goatee, stood up and said: "What can be said by the flower girl?" It is shameless to say that others are Plagiarism, on the contrary, is to let others come up with evidence that is not plagiarism.

Jia Zuoren is a teacher of Fengming Academy. His status is notable. It is almost the same as that of Luyuan Road. Two people have been fighting in the past, and the two disciples who have been taught, Liu Muyang and Lin Qiushui, are also the same.

"This..." The flower wants to be silent for a moment, then says: "The talent of the son, the world, on the third floor, he is just a mouth-to-mouth, once a poem for the little girl, this poem, can For the evidence... Xiner, take it out."

Yan Xiner came out from behind, and with another cockroach, opened a roll of paper slowly, the ink on it was not dry, a poem was black and white, on it, poetry: Yun wants clothes to think, autumn wind 拂槛Yue Huan. If you don’t hear the story of Shengzhai, will you meet with Yaotai?

After reading the poem, everyone was in the heart, taking a breath of air.

Good poetry!

It is also a hundred-year poem.

Moreover, this poem, at first glance, is to send a flower to think of it, directly embed the name in it, the scene blends, the characters are written in real life, it is indeed a boutique in the boutique.

Is this written by this boy again?

Countless gaze, and look at Li Mu.

It is very difficult for a person to make a good poem, and it is even harder to make a number.

Because, this kind of thing, only genius can do it.

Of course, if it is a genius, how can it be rare to copy other people's works?

The look of the distant road is a bit embarrassing at once.

However, Jia Zuoren of Fengming Academy was not flustered. He stepped forward and smiled. "It seems that the flower girl is really deceived by this thief. The poem you just took out is It’s the old man’s morning in the morning, he’s in the middle of the court, he has some insights and created it...”

In the crowd, it was immediately a buzz.

This is a bit too shameful.

If you say that you have a bit of credibility in the long-term rhetoric, then now, this Jia Zairen’s words are a bit shameless. Where there are so clever things, the poems you created are all I don't know, but I was told by this young man.

I want to hold it.

She did not expect that there were such brazen people in this world.

And Jia Zuoren is indifferent to all the changes around him.

Tonight, it’s hard to make two hundred-year-old poems. The previous beautiful word has been stolen by the old rival of Yan Yuandao. This one can’t be missed anyway.

He likes the reputation and the poetry of the people. He has done a lot of things before. It can be said that it is a light-hearted road. Even if everyone is not convinced, how can it be, anyway, the public opinion is in the Fengming Academy, just look back at some people, Make a paradox, operate a little, and things tonight, even if it is spread, don't be afraid.

"You...do you have any evidence? Red mouth and white teeth, it is said that other people's poems are yours, but it is too shameful." Xiao Xin Xiner couldn't help but ask loudly, she is against her own lady. Committed to Li Mu, but that is for the sake of Miss, but it does not mean that she has doubts about Li Mu’s talent.

"Shut up, a green building, only low-lying, humble, where the wheel gets you talking, retreat." Jia Zuoren directly yelled.

Xiner was flushed with red eyes.

Yes, her status is indeed the lowest level. In front of such a literary figure, there is something to say, but... hateful.

"Well, today's things have already become clear. This shameless person has copied the two poems of the two major academies. It is here to swindle and swindle, and it is shameless." Liu Muyang stood up and was proud of it. The color, a provocative look at Li Mu, made a final summary, said: "I suggest that this shameless, twisted to see the official, such a bad atmosphere, can not be advocated, must be severely punished, in order to endure."

"Yes, don't be light."

"It should be."

"Get him."

"Oh, it really is a liar, you can also lie to fool the stupid brothel woman, how to escape the eyes of our readers."

The Hanshan Academy’s short winter melon scholars and other people laughed.

"The son..." The flower wanted to be anxious, subconsciously grasping Li Mu's sleeves, eyes eager, with amazement, she did not expect that things actually developed to this point, although she was classified as a squad, but involved In this kind of thing, it is so powerless that I can’t keep the genius boy who is such a poetry.

Li Mu gently patted the flowers and tried to pull the sleeves of his hands. His face was light and smiled. "Nothing."

And this scene, in the eyes of Lin Qiu Shui, who fell to the side, could not help but burn him.

In order to get the flowers, he tried everything and tried his best. When he looked at today, he could get his wish. The result was that Li Mu, who was killed halfway through the road, broke the good thing. How can he not hate it? Men and women, my appearance, I am obviously lover of love, and I want to face the face with a hint of flushing, the hair is messy, I am afraid that this pair of dogs and men, has been in the upstairs relationship...

Suddenly, Lin Qiu-shui possessed a passion for the flowers and made him angry.

"The ruthless scorpion is not righteous. It seems that you have made such a shameful thing for the dogs and men. It’s really a disaster, and I think that you are a very talented person. Woman, who knows, you are just a scorpion who looks at the vanity, I..." Lin Qiushui was in a rage, couldn't help it anymore, and yelled directly.

Snapped!

A loud applause interrupted his words.

Lin Qiushui’s body was swiveled in the air at 360 degrees. The mouth was sprayed with blood, flew out, and slammed on a round table a dozen meters away. The wine splashed, the soup overflowed, and the dishes were dishware. The pot was fallen to the ground...

"what……"

A few women were scared and screamed.

Such a sudden change, no one expected.

Li Mu slowly recovered the slap, and took a five-finger move. He said: "It’s really dirty to hit my hand..."

In the hall, there is a dead silence.

No one thought that this ordinary teenager, even without warning, shot.

A slap in the face, the chief of the Tangshan Hanshan Academy was pumped out like a sack.

Lin Qiushui had a face that was beaten like a peach that fell to the ground. The swollen body was not adult, and he died.

Shu Yuandao, Jia Zuoren and other scholars from the two major academies were shocked.

They never thought that Li Mu would really dare to beat people.

When you start, the nature of this thing can change.

The flower is also stunned.

Just now, she was trembled by Lin Qiushui’s vicious words. She couldn’t imagine a gentle and literary scholar who was pursuing her performance on a weekday. It was so ugly in her heart, she turned her face and said such a sinister word, but she did not even think of it. The young son who is dressed in ordinary power and has no power, will actually hit people directly on such occasions...

This is going to be bad.

"The son, you..." The flower wants to be in a hurry and is anxious for the safety of Li Mu.

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