The heavenly veins of all are also slightly absorbed.

The eight heavenly veins are there, what is the secret of Wenqi, it is easier for him to dialyze.

Literary tone, with pen and ink as a weapon, with poetry as the realm.

It is the so-called Haoran righteousness, which is not related to Taoist chaos, Buddhism and Buddha's rest, and wind and horses.

"Ye Lang, the master is not easy to deal with, so you don't have to worry too much. ”

Qin Wei faced Ye Lingtian with a melancholy on his face, and there was joy in the melancholy.

The master is strong, and Ye Lingtian is not weak.

However, at the moment, she was already Ye Lingtian's person, and she didn't want Ye Lingtian to have any mistakes.

Ye Lingtian didn't seem to care about her, and reached out.

The flask is in the palm of your hand.

In an instant, Ye Lingtian's spiritual breath was even discharged.

As the supreme, food and wine are only for the appetite.

What can really turn food and wine into cultivation is the most important thing about the ingredients of the food.

The Spiritual Breath has been leaked, and it seems that the faith has been drained.

Qin Wei didn't dare to say anything.

Her expression changed.

"Probably tomorrow, at most the result will be decided the day after tomorrow, come on, let's have a glass of wine and celebrate. ”

Ye Lingtian drank at will, and his spirit was full of energy, just an ordinary person.

If you say you are drunk, you are drunk, and its speed is not words that can be described.

Ye Lingtian was drunk, stretched out his hand to arm Qin Wu, and sure enough, he drank a glass of wine.

"Ye Lang, you're drunk!"

Seeing Ye Lingtian going crazy and upside down, Qin Wei at the moment would only think that he was using wine to drown his sorrows.

Qin Wei was naturally worried.

The Master is the strongest, no stronger than the land of burial.

But she couldn't imagine that Ye Lingtian was suddenly so out of shape.

"What are you drunk? I can still write poetry!"

Ye Lingtian stumbled, and when he got to the bookcase, he was about to compose a poem.

"I'm grinding ink for Ye Lang. ”

Constant sorrow and poetry, it is to dispel the depressed Yaxing.

As the Dragon Emperor, he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

When it came to this, it was impossible for Qin Wei to stop Ye Lingtian's hobby.

Soon, the pen, ink and paper were all ready, and the ink was dark.

Outside the pavilion, the lotus pond is presented in front of you.

Ye Da poet, waved down, chanting in his mouth.

"Look at a flock of geese from afar!"

The pen has fallen.

Ye Da poet was drunk, and his words were written crookedly, that's for sure.

This poem seems a bit cheesy.

After Qin Wei frowned, he glanced out the window, and there was indeed a white goose outside the pavilion separating Qingbo.

She already knew it.

There is no such thing as a tiger's head, pig's belly, and leopard's tail when composing poetry, and good poems are often suppressed first and then promoted.

Or the opening sentence is ordinary, the more you go to the back, the more you get better.

"Boo down the river!"

The second sentence has been waved.

Qin Wei was slightly embarrassed, it seemed that he was still a little cheesy, but it didn't matter.

"Falling into the river to catch geese and cure hunger, go home after eating and play with my wife......"

Syllable!

After writing the two sentences, Ye Da Poet threw away the pen and ink.

Then take the poem to your eyes and appreciate it.

Good poetry, good poetry.

Ahh

The spirit is full of breath, ordinary people.

Ye Lingtian burst into tears in the wind, he drank too much wine, and when the wind blew, he seemed to have a little cold, and he sneezed out.

He hurried to the edge of the lotus pond and vomited.

"Ye Lang, you're drunk, go to the room and rest. ”

Qin Wei was worried, and hurriedly persuaded him.

Seeing Ye Lingtian lose his temper like this, Qin Wei's nose was sour, and he couldn't stop comforting.

Plop!

Ye Da Poet fell directly to the ground.

"Someone!"

Qin Wei was startled, and hurriedly called the maid over with a cry.

The two girls quickly helped Ye Lingtian to the bed and let him meet Zhou Gong.

What is it?

After helping Ye Lingtian to the bed, the maid went to the study to pack up her things, and she had already seen the masterpiece that had been thrown into the paper basket.

"Why did such a good poem throw away?"

The maid hurriedly picked it up and prepared to collect it, this was Ling Tian Dragon Emperor's masterpiece.

The paper roll trembled slightly.

The maid's eyes showed extreme surprise.

Startled, she quickly threw the paper roll to the ground.

In the middle of the paper roll, there was a low groan.

The maid did not dare to stay where she was any longer and fled immediately.

Although it is a poem thrown in the trash, it is obviously not something that can be picked up at will.

If the eldest princess knew about it, she would turn out to be ugly.

After escaping, if someone asked, she would naturally kill and not say.

Rumble!

The paper rolls explode, endlessly.

Dozens of handwritings rose into the air.

The handwriting turns golden, and it is not only combined in the end.

It quickly broke through the pavilion and rose higher and higher.

Countless golden rays are scattered around, in the mansion of the national teacher, and the earth qi is upward.

Those earthly qi converged, as if summoned by handwriting.

More earthy atmosphere, infected by handwriting, turned into a powerful literary atmosphere.

The spirit soared to the sky.

Amazing to the extreme.

The Daxing Dynasty took the soldiers as the fighting spirit.

Such a strong literary atmosphere is too rare.

That Wenqi is so powerful, although it is not as good as the direction of the Northwest Wenzong.

But there is also a sense of mutual echo.

It also attracted the attention of all the cultivators among the kings of the Great Walk.

"What's that?"

"The powerful literary atmosphere must be Yan Jun, what peerless poems are there?"

"Yan Jun's poems are naturally of a very high level, and this kind of literary tone may not be the best in Yan Jun's hands. ”

"Compared to ordinary Wenzong disciples, it should naturally be the best example. ”

Everyone praises it, and countless people echo it.

Yan Jun wants to surrender to the Daxing Dynasty, not to mention that everyone knows it at the moment.

But there are many people who know.

Such a fout is nothing more than politeness.

There are also reasons why the cultivators of the Daxing Dynasty do not have much understanding of the Wenzong Wenqi cultivation rules.

Amazing culture!

In the Daxing Dynasty, is there still a cultural walker who is stronger than my Yan Jun?

In the huge courtyard, outside the main hall, there was a real scholar, and there were dozens of Confucian students around him.

Everyone is sighing.

They are all Wenzong practitioners.

I know what it means to have such a strong literary atmosphere.

Strong faith, amazing writing, the clearest thinking, and a strong literary atmosphere.

can be issued, such an amazing momentum.

And Yan Jun himself, even if all his states are at the peak, he wants to achieve such literary and combat power.

It's also impossible.

A group of Confucian scholars fell into hesitation.

They are all Yan Jun's party.

If the Daxing Dynasty has such a powerful Confucian scholar, they want to be valued, the possibility is really not too great.

It seems like a bit of a hassle next.

But they didn't know that these people knew Ye Lingtian, he was drunk and not scented, and his spiritual breath was full of energy.

What would you think of a bad poem with such a powerful literary tone.

After Yan Jun frowned, he opened his mouth to the Confucian scholars and said that he wanted to leave for a while.

He stepped out of the courtyard gate and headed in the direction of Wenqi.

"There are no scholars?"

The result was obvious, Yan Jun asked after arriving at the place.

No results were asked.

In the National Teacher's Mansion, he is currently a major minister of the Daxing Dynasty.

Its combat power is revealed, contrary to the literary tone.

If there really is such a person, even the most humble maid cannot be unaware.

"Excuse me!".

Unable to get an answer, Yan Jun frowned.

Wen Qi is nothing more than combat power, in this case, there must be something underground.