When everyone saw Hua Jin writing, they all came over, Zhao Ke looked at Hua Jin's pen and wrote down two words: Wangyue!

Qing Zhi really can't wait to go up and see what the words that make these people marvel, but it's a pity that she can only watch Hua Jin sway freely from the side,

"How about Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qingwei. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Hua Jin naturally knows the level of his painting, but that's it, and he didn't plan to really win that prince, find a way to get a draw, and then use his brains, since someone came to the door, she took on the hope of so many people, so there is nothing to say, it is serious to find a way to pit the other party.

However, it was only two sentences, and the literati who read the poems written by Hua Jin were already surprised, and the beginning was so ingenious, expressing their admiration and amazement when they saw Mount Tai.

"Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. "But the cross, has been said that the mountain of Mount Tai is majestic and lofty.

"Swing your chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to enter the bird. When reading this, the literati present seemed to see the clouds and mist of Mount Tai with the poets, and with the eyes of the birds, they seemed to see the recklessness and majesty of Mount Tai.

A group of people really can't help it, some of these people have seen Hua Jin write poems and lyrics, but most people only exist in legends about the name Hua Yinxiu, read the articles and poems she wrote, and even heard of her reputation, but it is really the first time to see Hua Jin's talent overnight.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance. If the previous verse is about the feeling of watching Mount Tai, then the last sentence is like the finishing touch, which is about the courage to climb the peak without fear of hardships and dangers.

"Good poems, good words, good paintings!" Seeing Hua Jin accept the last stroke, the people who just held their breath and didn't dare to disturb Hua Jin's writing couldn't help but admire.

Hua Jin threw down the pen casually, took out the seal carved for her by Ning Hao from his sleeve, and stamped his own seal after the poem.

Ning Hao looked at his font printed on this painting in vermilion, with a faint smile in his eyes, it was not the first time he had seen Hua Jin write poems and paint like this, but every time he saw Hua Jin so freewheeling, he would yearn for it, he might not be able to enter Hua Jin so casually in his life.

"This Qingwei is very useful, how did Yin Xiu come up with it? It seems to be at hand, but it is fascinating!"

"Only five words, Zhenxiong Gai I!" Zhao Ke looked at Hua Jin very complicatedly, in terms of talent and wisdom, Zhao Ke sighed at Hua Jin's excellence, only one point, this person actually abducted Ning Yachuan, who has always been steady and steadfast, and even affected his future career, which is probably the only thing he can't accept!

"A good sentence will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance. It's about Mount Tai, but also about life, what a Hua Yinxiu who is not afraid of hardships and dangers, bravely climbs to the top, and looks down on everything.

"It's so classic, it's really worth floating!" The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, with a neat beard, but his clothes were casual, holding a wine jar in his hand, and he really drank after speaking, quite a wild wolf.

Hua Jin listened to these people praise this poem, the chest is also agitated, Mount Tai she has been to, this Wangyue is praised by modern people as a swan song for the ages, and carved stone as a stele, standing at the foot of the mountain, and Mount Tai with immortality.

Du Fu was named a poet saint, his poems are naturally classics, even now, Hua Jin read this poem again, but also by the poetry of the circulation of the majestic and courageous ripples, the chest is angry and full of pride, not afraid of difficulties, brave and persistent.

Hua Jin must admit that Du Fu's poem is not worthy of her own painting, she still has self-knowledge, she has no talent in painting together, the level is naturally mediocre, this poem is a swan song for the ages, a classic praise, and it is precisely because of the value of this poem that Hua Jin deliberately wrote it, no one will splash ink painting in this time and space, she used it, plus this poem of Wangyue, even if this prince is painted well, how can he fight for a draw.

I have to say that Hua Jin's scheming is still heavy enough, originally her painting was not at the upper middle level, but it was a few more wanton, but with this poem, naturally these people will also look at this painting.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough to drink, but I made everyone laugh!" Hua Jin said modestly.

"Yinxiu, you don't have to be modest, it's just that your method of painting seems to be very different from usual?" someone noticed Hua Jin's painting method.

Hua Jin said with a smile, "Xiu Yu has no talent in painting, but I like to paint at will like this, painting the feeling I want, I call this painting method splashed ink, and the shade of ink is used to smear the landscape!"

"I once saw this kind of painting method at a scholar in Shanxi, and the man said that this painting method was just his own random method, and today I heard Yinxiu say that it was splashed ink, and the name is appropriate!" Someone said that he had also seen this kind of painting.

Qing Zhi saw a group of people talking about what Hua Jin was saying, because she was far away, she couldn't hear it clearly, not only her, but many onlookers were curious about what Hua Jin had done, and some people had even begun to coax to see it.

Because Huajin uses the splash ink method, the ink on the painting has not dried, naturally it can not be hung out, the competition requires a stick of incense time, that Wang Gongzi is still meticulously crafting, Huajin has been achieved at will, most of these scholars are with fans, see that Huajin's paintings have not yet dried, so they use the fan to gently fan up.

Qi Yuanruo originally thought that this one was a must-win, Hua Jin himself also said that he was not good at painting, and obviously people who were familiar with her also recognized her statement, when he first saw Hua Jin so casual, he also thought that he had given up, and he never imagined that Hua Jin would do this, and finally there was a reversal.

Especially that Wangyue, from the first word came out, he knew that Hua Yinxiu's reputation for being good at poetry was not a fraud, and this ability to achieve classics at will was also worthy of her reputation as a talented young man.

"Since it's a competition to paint, it's a foul for Hua Gongzi to write poems like this!" Seeing that people were full of praise for Hua Jin's paintings and poems, Qi Yuanruo came over anxiously.

"What did Qi Gongzi say, poetry and painting are not separated, is it wrong to draw some inscriptions for yourself?" The talents around Hua Jin don't care what Qi Yuanruo says, Hua Jin's approach, if you want to say it rigidly, it is also a violation, but if it is more lenient, it has never violated the law at all.