"Brother Ye, my name is Sikong Po, I can be regarded as half a family member here, the poem you wrote just now has a far-reaching artistic conception, and it is in line with the scenery of my Mei District, so I want to leave this poem behind, what does Brother Ye think?"

Sikong Po saw that he was happy to hunt, and if he embellished it with this poem, Hanmei District would definitely add a lot of color, so he wanted to leave this poem behind.

"It's a crude work, it's hard to get into the hall of elegance, it's rare for Brother Sikong to like it, so let's stay!"

Ye Fan secretly slandered in his heart, this is the eternal sentence of Prime Minister Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty, which is naturally good.

"That's really good, please Brother Ye give me Mobao!" Sikong Po's eyes swept away, and immediately a young female cultivator brought up the four treasures of the study room and let Ye Fan wave it.

"This ...... Well, then I'll be ugly! ”

Ye Fan groaned slightly, calligraphy is the most testing of people's calligraphy skills, but Ye Fan was forced by Chu Xuanji to practice calligraphy for several years in his early years, in order to cultivate himself and cultivate his qi and lay a foundation for future cultivation.

Therefore, Ye Fan's words, not to mention that they are better than Yan Liu, but they are always passable, so that they are not too embarrassing.

Moreover, the writing of this world has many similarities with the writing of ancient China, so it is not difficult to write.

Seeing that Ye Fan really agreed, Jin Changgeng was stunned for a moment, although those who cultivate martial arts have to cultivate themselves and cultivate their qi, but calligraphy is not something that can be practiced overnight, he really agreed.

Ye Fan took the paper scroll, waved it into the air, fixed it in the air with holy power, and then dipped it in the wolf hair in his hand, and after a little concentration, the whole person was promoted into a Dao realm.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, hangs the wrist and writes, all in one go!

At this moment, Ye Fan is like a book saint possessed, and the words are elegant, dignified like a mountain.

Time. At this moment, it seemed to be still, whether it was the white-eyed wolf, Jin Changgeng, Sikong Po, or the eight young female cultivators, they were all attracted by Ye Fan's movements.

"It's like a frightening dragon, it's like a dragon, it's nothing more than that!"

The Sky Breaker Festival admired. Such a collection of condensed, light and ethereal calligraphy is absolutely unique in life.

"Heavy than the mountains, light as a feather, Brother Ye is really amazing, not only outstanding in writing, but also calligraphy is a must."

Jin Changgeng shook his head and said, "Brother Ye, with just these two hands, even if you are not a monk. It can definitely be famous in the Southern Regions! ”

Sikong Po also nodded, and deeply agreed with Jin Changgeng's words, Ye Fan not only defeated the strong with the weak again and again, and crossed the level to kill the enemy, but also poetry and books, such talents, not to mention in the Southern Regions, I am afraid that even the five major domains together will not be able to find a few.

"Who can definitely name the Southern Regions?"

While the three were talking, a voice came from outside. Immediately afterwards, several young people with different styles walked over together.

Among these people. Ye Fan recognized the Ancient Saint Son and the Tianxuan Saint Son at first sight, although the others were face-to-face, they were naturally not idle people to be able to walk with them.

"You're finally here, I thought you wouldn't be here for a while."

Jin Changgeng greeted him with a smile and led everyone into a small pavilion together.

At this time. The wine and food have been served, and after Jin Changgeng introduced Ye Fan to everyone, he began to push the cup and change the lamp, enjoying the snow and plum while drinking, which has a unique style.

A few glasses of wine went down. The topic gradually increased, due to Ye Fan's series of actions in the Southern Regions, these people were actually no strangers to him, and they also tacitly acquiesced that he had the qualifications to be equal to himself.

Sikong Po ordered the people to take out the poems inscribed by Ye Fan, for everyone to enjoy, taste and comment, and then collect them, as for this poem, he will find a master craftsman to engrave it in a conspicuous place to highlight the scenery here.

"Brother Ye, since you have such talent, why don't you show us a few more hands and open our eyes?" A burly young man with black hair and a shawl looked at Ye Fan and proposed.

His name is He Yunqi, he is the holy son of the Tianhe Sect in Bazhou, and the last time he was competing for the opportunity, it happened that he had not come out of retreat, so he missed it and failed to meet Ye Fan.

In his opinion, Ye Fan was just lucky enough to cultivate the scripture of the Thunder Treasure Technique, so he got the inheritance, and as for the strength, he didn't take it seriously at all.

At this moment, he proposed this, undoubtedly to see Ye Fan make a fool of himself, and at the same time to see how deep his attainments in literature were.

You must know that a person who cultivates martial arts, he may not have much achievement if he focuses his whole life on cultivation and martial arts, if Ye Fan has a deep attainment in literature, then there is no doubt that it will occupy a lot of his cultivation time, then his strength will be even less fearful.

Others didn't think so deeply, especially Sikong Po, who was even more eye-catching.

Ye Fan's literary style is outstanding, and he has a great reputation in Nanfang, if he can write a poem for other scenic spots, it will undoubtedly play a very big role in the fame of Qi Shifu.

"This proposal is very good, what does Brother Ye think?"

Sikong Po's eyes were full of expectations, as the young master of the Qi Food Mansion, everything in the Sikong family would be his own in the future, and he naturally did his best, hoping to promote this matter.

Without waiting for Ye Fan to answer, Sikong Po continued: "Don't worry, I won't let Brother Ye bother in vain, even if my Sikong family owes Brother Ye a favor, but if there is a need, the Sikong family will definitely help!" ”

It's a condition that people can't refuse!

Although the Sikong family is in the Eastern Regions, it is definitely a huge family that can compete with the major holy lands, and their promise is very precious.

With this promise, Ye Fan is almost equivalent to having a talisman, who would offend a huge family comparable to the Holy Land without opening his eyes?

"This ......"

Ye Fan hesitated, he really didn't know what the final result would be if he was involved with the Sikong family.

"What? Is it over?? He Yunqi sneered faintly.

If it weren't for Jin Changgeng and the prince of the Jueluo Empire, and Sikong Po also had a very good impression of Ye Fan, he wouldn't even allow Ye Fan to sit at the same table with him, thinking that it was an insult to himself.

"Writing poetry is not about hand-to-hand, how can it be so simple? It's nothing if you can't do it, it's not a shame! ”

The one who spoke was a young man in a green shirt, named Lin Qingfeng, who was also from Bazhou and He Yunqi, and was the holy son of the Heavenly Banner Sect.

On the surface, he was speaking for Ye Fan at the same time, but in fact, he was ironically mocking Ye Fan that he couldn't do it at all, he could only make a fool of himself.

Ye Fan glanced at the two of them calmly, and found that they were all cultivators in the late stage of the Holy Fetus Realm, and there were faint signs of breaking through to the peak of the Holy Fetus Realm.

"How do you speak?"

Jin Changgeng Huo stood up and stared at the two of them coldly, and a faint killing intent had poured out.

"Jin Chang Geng, what's the matter? Before the game even started, do you want to play us now? He Yunqi also stood up, and a terrifying aura was suddenly released.

"Do you still need to fight against you? One hand can crush you! "Jin Changgeng is very strong.

"Three, this is our empty restaurant, not the arena, give me face, don't do it." Sikong Po also stood up and walked between the three of them, separating their qi engines.

"Humph!" Jin Changgeng snorted coldly and said, "Please give you face, don't be ignorant!" ”

"We're here to give the Treasure Pavilion a face, otherwise you won't move us." He Yunqi did not give in at all,-for-tat.

"That's great, let's see you at the game!" Jin Changgeng suddenly calmed down and glanced at the two of them with pity.

Just this glance made He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng's hearts suddenly cold!

The look in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dying person, made them particularly unhappy.

However, in the Sikong family's strange food mansion, they really didn't dare to make trouble, otherwise even their sect would not be able to protect them.

is also a holy son, there are also high and low, the Tianqi Sect and the Tianhe Sect, in the eyes of the Sikong family, are just a second-rate sect, and there is still some distance from the supreme sect, the so-called holy son is just a false name, and it cannot be compared with the holy son of the holy land at all.

To put it mildly, that's putting gold on your face!

"Ladies and gentlemen, this matter started because of me, and if I say yes, there will be no misunderstanding."

Ye Fan glanced at everyone, and then said to Sikong Po: "Let's go, let's go to other scenic spots!" ”

"Are you sure?"

Sikong Po was overjoyed in his heart, glared at He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng fiercely, and then stood up and led everyone towards the neighboring Huizhilanxin District.

Out of the Hanmei District, the cold wind stops, and after walking a few steps, you will arrive at the Hui Orchid Heart District, the so-called Hui Orchid Heart, in fact, is a scenic spot full of orchids.

This is a sea of flowers, this is a world of orchids, all kinds of orchids compete for beauty, exuding intoxicating fragrance, colorful, beautiful.

"It's coming, it's coming, you're doing it?"

"Dancing and writing is the work of those poor literati, we are monks, how can we disdain this kind of thing of chewing words, the vast world is our stage!"

He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng sang and harmonized, yin and yang weird, constantly attacking and satirizing Ye Fan.

For such a voice, Ye Fan didn't hear it, and didn't pay attention to it at all, if it was in the arena, he would have blasted them away with a Xuan Emperor punch, and it would save noise.

"Are you on your way? No, don't beep! ”

The white-eyed wolf was not polite at all, and his words choked the two of them red-faced.

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PS: There is one more at twelve o'clock...... (To be continued.) )