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Inch away, a surging ice energy surged along the tabletop, and even the ink on the inkstone spun rapidly, forming a layer of thin ice that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

As if Zhou Ning hadn't seen it, the two true qi of the Immortal Secret passed on by Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, one cold and one hot, were swimming back and forth in his body, and at the center of his eyebrows, a desolate and simple hall was gradually expanding and taking shape.

He smoothed the rice paper on the table, dipped the pen in the frozen ink, and continued to wave, the autumn wind blew the green gauze curtain hanging in front of the window, blowing away a thin layer of frost, the sound of "Du", "Du", "Du" was getting closer and closer, someone lifted the thin curtain, and the footsteps and the sound of "Du", "Du", "Du" and "Du" gradually approached, but no one had time to look over there, Wang Wei sighed, Qian Qianyi's face was pale, and the people present had been in the literary world for a long time, and at this moment they all looked at the soaring one-foot literary atmosphere, Their expressions were already suspicious, and they looked at each other: "This poem ...... This kind of poetry ......"

Their expressions were uncertain, but Zhou Ning did not stop writing, brushing and brushing...... Continued to write:

"If the ancients and the present are like flowing water, they will see the bright moon like this......"

On the tabletop, Bing Xuan's energy had already surged in front of him, "Bang la-" A thin frost quickly appeared on the rice paper, and the stagnant water on the window edge completely condensed into ice edges, and the temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

By this time, the intimidating spirit of the poem had reached its peak, and Master Li's delicate voice was also taken to sink, and he couldn't read it for a while. At this time, everyone present had actually been suppressed by the momentum of these verses, and they all felt breathless until this moment. Some of the literati who listened to this poem stood on end, muttering and repeating it, while others were still bowing their heads and muttering, their fingers tapping on the table in rhythm. It's just that in their slight distraction, the cyan text on the rice paper was completely uncontrollable, and it reached an inch by foot with a bang, soaring upward.

Only then did someone come back to their senses, and after a long time of no movement, they asked, "Miss Shishi." What about the back? ”

Master Li was slightly stunned, "...... behind"

Zhou Ning stretched out his hand and pressed the rice paper with a thin frost, the thin frost on the rice paper naturally melted, his expression was indifferent, and his pen did not stop: "I only wish that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight will shine in the golden bottle." ”

"I wish that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight will shine on the golden bottle."

Master Li's delicate voice was subdued, and then he took a gentle breath, "This poem ......"

Wang Wei's face was also a little complicated and indescribable. To be honest, at the moment, Zhou Ning's poem is even a little frightened, and when he looks back at a poem about Chongyang that he is brewing, he also feels a little ordinary.

"If the ancients and today's people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together. I hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines on the golden bottle. If the first half of the poem is just a good poem, when it comes to this sentence, it is like a strange peak protruding, and the huge impact is indescribable. This poem is unbridled and unbridled, and its spirit can be called Ling Tian'......"

At the moment when Zhou Ning put down the pen, he saw that the cyan talent that was one foot and two inches tall rushed straight up and went straight into Zhou Ning's body.

Everyone looked at each other, this is another poem that has been passed down all over the world!

At this moment, Zhou Ning felt a heavy shock in his heart, and an incomparably surging literary qi poured out from his body, mixed with Yuwen's ice Xuanjin, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling's two breaths of heat and cold were combined, turning into a warm air and turning to the center of the eyebrows.

Yuwen was slightly shocked, and the true qi that rushed into Zhou Ning's body had quietly disappeared into invisibility.

Like spring grass rising from the ground, the building at the center of the eyebrows quickly rises from the ground, expands, and takes shape.

That's the Bun Palace? That must be the Bun Palace!

In just an instant, in the depths of Zhou Ning's eyebrows, a desolate and simple hall turned from nothingness to solidification, and gradually turned into an entity.

The hall is about dozens of zhang wide, and in the middle of the hall, there is a statue of Zhou Ning himself, warm as jade, wearing a cyan Confucian robe, sitting there.

Then, a wisp of pale cyan talent appeared above the statue's head, and it rushed upward, currently eight inches long.

Du 13 once said that in this world, the talent of a child is one to four inches, if he can become a Confucian cultivator, his talent is at least five inches, the talent of ordinary Confucian cultivation is five to nine inches, and if he can reach more than one foot, he is a great Confucian. The literary atmosphere here refers to the talent in the literary palace, that is, the talent that can be mobilized by one's own Confucian skills.

It seems that his talent is now only equivalent to a relatively outstanding Confucian scholar.

Zhou Ning looked around the four walls of the Wen Palace, the Wen Palace was vast, and there were more than ten stars scattered around, which seemed to be the paintings he had painted before, the poems he had "written". The stars may be large and small, but all of them shine brightly.

These more than ten stars emitted a faint light on Zhou Ning's statue, nourishing his talent and helping him continue to thrive.

Wengong - it's done!

Zhou Ning opened his eyes violently and raised his eyes to look. I only felt that the cultural qi in my body was unprecedentedly vigorous, surging in my body like a cross current, and I couldn't help but be full of pride, and exhaled a breath.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling just withdrew the hand that was pressed on Zhou Ning's body, Yuwen turned pale, propped up his body, and a wisp of blood quietly overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Zhou Ning again, his eyes were already different.

"It's really a good skill......

Zhou Ning stood up, picked up the glass of wine on the table, and said with a faint smile: "Lord Yuwen has won the award." ”

No one thought that in just a short period of time, Zhou Ning would chant such a poem, at this time the literati present were a little silent, since ancient times, the literati have been light, but this poem is no longer ordinary, borrowing the bright moon to sigh at the speed of time passing, from wine to month, and from moon to wine, flowing water, which can be called extraordinary.

Among these people, Yang Jian was the first to break away from the meaning of the poem, came back to his senses, glanced at Zhou Ning deeply, sighed, and said: "Zhongdao's talent is really unfathomable. What is the name of this poem? ”

Zhou Ning said with a smile: "This poem is called "Asking the Moon with Wine". ”

At this time, I happened to turn the screen and stepped into the middle hall, the footsteps stopped at the entrance of the hall, wearing a black robe, the delicate and delicate Dugu Feng, who was holding a white-haired, pair of eyes half-covered by eyelids, as if she had been blind, her face was covered with deep wrinkles, but she was full of aristocratic style, and stepped into the atrium.

The red face and white hair, the contrast of the eye-catching scenes, makes them have an unforgettable impression at first sight.

Yang Jun saw the old woman at first sight, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils: "You Chuhong? ”

Most of the people present have heard of You Chuhong's name, she is one of the best masters of the Dugu Valve, the mother of the current valve owner Dugu Feng, and she is notoriously hot-tempered, so even Yang Guang is afraid of her. Immediately, they looked at each other and were silent.

According to the generation, You Chuhong should be Yang Yin's grandmother, but it is his brother Yang Zhao who supports her, so she has always rarely interacted, but why-You Chuhong is here today?

Yang Jun gave You Chuhong a junior salute: "Yang Jun has seen the old lady, but I don't know that the old lady is coming, I don't know if the old lady is coming, I hope to forgive me." ”

You Chuhong was dressed in a black robe, with a white silk smock on the outside, her cheeks were deep-set, and her complexion was strangely pale with a pink that did not belong to her age.

This old woman is extremely tall, even if she is ricketized, she is half a head taller than the delicate Dugu Feng, if her back is straight, the height will be almost the same as Kou Zhong and the others.

The two eyes in the eyes seemed to be looking only at the ground, but the four of them felt that her cold gaze was silently scrutinizing them.

It's a chill.

"You Chuhong?" Zhou Ning's heart moved, and looked at this old woman, in the original book of the Tang Dynasty Shuanglong Biography, Yu Wenshu once said that You Chuhong's skill is only afraid that it is no less than that of Heavenly Sword Song Que, even if there is a little moisture in it, but one thing is certain, if there is no asthma, You Chuhong should be a first-class master in the world, I don't know how much difference he is compared to You Chuhong at this moment?

You Chuhong looked at Yang Jun and said lightly: "Don't be polite, the old body is not looking for you, it is Zhou Ning who is looking for you." Do you have a place here that is clean, I want to talk to Zhou Ning. ”

You Chuhong's fiery temper is almost unknown to everyone in Luoyang City, Yang Jian glanced at Zhou Ning with a little sympathy, and said: "There is a Fangli Courtyard in the southeast corner of Fanghua Courtyard, if the old lady is interested, she can go over at any time." ”

Yuwen Xuan finished breathing at this time, exhaled, and said, "Isn't Sister Hong not a little brother?" ”

You Chuhong sneered and said, "The old woman didn't stop you, you can come and listen at any time." Xuan turned his cold gaze to Zhou Ning, and said lightly: "Boy, let's follow the old body." The king of Qi sent people to guide the way. ”

Dugufeng's vibrant face was still so charming, but he pouted angrily, with a look of disdain, and first said proudly: "Do you think you can leave others in this way?" Your ways are far from you. “

It turned out that the one who was following behind just now was really Dugu Feng......

Now that it is difficult to ride a tiger, he can only adapt to the situation, Zhou Ningning glanced at You Chuhong quietly, and said lightly: "You senior...... Please. ”

Under the guidance of several maids, Dugu Feng supported You Chuhong in front, and the three of them were in the middle, Yuwen was far away at the end, and walked towards Fanglie Courtyard.

Fanglie Courtyard is located in the southeast corner of Fanghua Pavilion, a country of its own, surrounded by water on all sides, connected to the main garden with a stone bridge, like a pavilion floating in the center of the Yao Pond water, three sides are placed near the pond platform, and a fence is set along the platform. Baishui Zhulou is hidden in each other, simple and elegant in the light and handsome, worthy of being the head of the Fanghua Pavilion courtyards.

You Chuhong stood on the stone bridge, turned to look at Zhou Ning, and said lightly: "You know what the old body wants, if you are willing to hand over the Heshi Bi, you can leave here today, otherwise, the old body will only kill you." ”

With a "tuk", the crutch hit the ground. The eyes of the three of them naturally fell on her right hand propped up on the ground, a glossy body made of jasper, about five feet long, in the shape of a bamboo branch.

Zhou Ning smiled bitterly: "Don't hide it from your predecessors, this and the clan are indeed not on us......"

Before the words fell, You Chuhong snorted coldly, shook off Dugufeng, and swept towards Zhou Ning and the others, the speed of his body was jaw-dropping.