"Is this a flower inserted in cow dung? Jingzhou City Miss Li has a flower and a moon appearance, how can this Wuji be deed?"

"Yes! He's just a fame seeker. Ｘ”

"He is the head of the Wudang faction in the Central Plains, at this critical juncture of the Yuan and Han disputes, isn't this ignoring the people of the Han Dynasty?"

"This kind of person is the scum in the rivers and lakes, I used to think that he was a person with justice, but I didn't expect him to be a soft bone, and he actually knelt at the feet of the Yuan Dynasty. ”

"Yes! When you turn around, you must tell the sect that Wudang has changed, clean up Wudang. ”

"We must clean up Wudang, otherwise sooner or later one day Wudang will lead the Yuan Dynasty step by step to subvert our Central Plains martial arts factions. ”

Although the voices of their communication were very small, Zhang Wuji was a cultivator, and he listened to the words of these people word for word.

Qian Zhijie, who was on the high platform, also heard everyone's words, and in order to let Zhang Wuji join them in the same boat, he increased his efforts and laughed: "Zhang Zhang's shot, I don't know what kind of fascinating poetry Zhang Zhangmen will write?"

"Brother Zhang, I have seen the 'real chapter' under my hands. When Han Mo said the words Zhenzhang, he deliberately bit down, as if he was alluding to Zhang Wuji's inability to write, or that the font was ugly.

Zhang Wuji sneered in his heart, even if Lao Tzu's writing is really ugly, I will not do what you wish, when I hear everyone pointing at him.

When he arrived at the table, he closed his eyes and groaned, and his mind quickly flashed over the ancient poems, three hundred Tang poems were definitely not suitable.

After all, it is currently the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and with 300 Tang poems, it will definitely be said that he plagiarized, and it doesn't matter if he uses the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the early Qing Dynasty, and the late Qing Dynasty.

Zhang Wuji's mind quickly flashed through all kinds of poems, to meet the situation, but also to show that the officialdom was suspicious of him, and everyone in the government and the opposition sect was prejudiced against him.

It is necessary to express the poet's feelings that a poet is tired of the deceit of these officialdoms and does not want to participate in these things, and if he can, he can escape from the world.

More and more people were pointing at Zhang Wuji on the lookers.

Gao Qi, Yang Ji, Song Lian, Shi Nai'an and others who were already standing on the scene all looked at Zhang Wuji with disgusted eyes, feeling that Zhang Wuji was simply a traitor among the Han people, and as a member of the Central Plains Martial Arts Sect, he actually came to kneel and lick the Yuan Dynasty.

Zhang Wuji could feel the disgust in their eyes, and he let out a long sigh, feeling melancholy in his heart.

I opened my eyes and looked at the people who were pointing around me, and at this time I pushed the cup and changed the lamp, looking at him with a sarcastic expression.

Zhang Wuji's heart fell to the bottom, uncomfortable, it was really blinded by the eyes of the world, and he didn't know the truth and made a final decision on what he did.

In the attic on the second floor, the Prime Minister and the others looked at Zhang Wuji with a smile, can Zhang Wuji refuse the Yuan Dynasty's recruitment this time? Now everyone knows that you have become an official of the Yuan Dynasty, it depends on what you take to wash it.

Master Li was on the side, gently holding Zhang Wuji's hand, Zhang Wuji glanced at Master Li, and when he saw Master Li's water-like eyes with a gentle gaze like a wife, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart, if he could leave these hustle and bustle of the world, would life be much quieter?

Isn't it more desirable to be in love with the woman you like, avoid the public opinion and targeting of the world, enjoy the life of the moon before the flowers, the wine to the bright moon, and the song?

With this thought, Zhang Wuji suddenly remembered the famous painter of the Ming Dynasty, Tang Yin-Tang Bohu.

Tang Yin's "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple" is similar to his current situation, although one is that the imperial court humiliated him and made him lose his fighting spirit, and he returned to his old business under the encouragement of his friends, and reached a new high in painting.

Zhang Wuji is now being dragged down the stinky ditch, which has ruined his reputation, if he can't write poems that he has nothing to do with the imperial court, it will definitely be rumored that Zhang Wuji has become a lackey of the imperial court.

At that time, all the sects will put pressure on Wudang at the same time, and Wudang, who has just become famous, will definitely become slag under the anger of all parties.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Wuji was indignant, he must write seriously, and the Han people won glory, they couldn't lose the face of the Han people, and they couldn't be dragged into the water by the imperial court.

Han Mo said with a smile: "Master Zhang, are you running out of words? Or is it that the geniuses of Jiangnan have reached the point of exhaustion?"

Gao Qi snorted coldly and said, "Juniors, don't be arrogant, the name of a genius in Jiangnan is not something that some people who forget their roots can do." ”

"Why should Brother Gao pay attention to someone, Brother Gao is talented, and he has a good pen, telling them that the talent in the south of the Yangtze River is not in vain. Song Lian said.

"Hmph!" Gao Qi was still a little displeased, Zhang Wuji, who he was in awe of, had become a lackey of the imperial court, which really disappointed him.

Everyone has a graceful woman by their side, Yang Yuhuan, who was beside Gao Qi, glanced at Zhang Wuji, and sneered in his heart, secretly saying that such a person is also embarrassed to be famous, and the eyes of the people are really blinded!

Miao Rui looked at Zhang Wuji with a curious look at this time, and Mu Shangsheng next to him had a slightly unpleasant look, he had already regarded Miao Rui as his forbidden body, and he couldn't see Miao Rui casting curious looks at other men.

Master Li squeezed Zhang Wuji's big hand and said softly: "Childe doesn't need to be like this, white can't be black, black can't be white, others say you, why should you pay attention? ”

Zhang Wuji nodded, carefully recalled Tang Yin's peach blossom anthem, and suddenly laughed heartily: "Haha! Master, polish ink for me, I want to spend a free life on paper, my Zhang Wuji has a bright and upright life, white can't be black, black can't be white, today I will take a poem to express my heart." ”

Seeing Zhang Wuji, who had a cheerful temperament, Master Li gave a salute and stepped forward to add water to grind the inkstone, the ink was thick and black.

Zhang Wuji seemed to have suddenly changed people, and the cute girl in the system space pursed her lips and said secretly: "Look at you in the future, if you still say that I lied to you." ”

Zhang Wuji stepped forward and held the wolf hair in his right hand, the wolf hair was hard and powerful, a little better than the sheep hair, and the font written out could also be just and powerful, mighty and extraordinary.

Zhang Wuji seemed to be a sage in the upper body, and said loudly: "The peach blossom nunnery in the peach blossom dock, the peach blossom fairy under the peach blossom nunnery." ”

"The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms to sell wine for money......"

In four short sentences, Zhang Wuji saw a peach blossom nunnery in the peach blossom dock directly from a long lens, and saw a peach blossom fairy under the peach blossom nunnery, who was planting peach trees at this time, picking peaches for wine money.

The four sentences put a person's lens in the distance, directly into the peach blossom fairy of the peach blossom hermitage, and the four sentences all have peach blossoms, as if taking people into the peach blossoms in spring and March, which makes people feel like a spring breeze and has a profound artistic conception.

Those who were just about to put pen to paper stopped when they heard Zhang Wuji's words...... r