"Pen, ink, paper, inkstone!"

Just thought of a poem that fits this situation, Yang Xiao is also a little impatient.

Fang Ziqing frowned and ordered Sun Xuan to get it.

Originally, I just wanted to rub Yang Xiao's sharpness, but I didn't expect the other party to come down, and think about it so quickly?

How long does it take to figure it out, just a few steps?

The four treasures were presented, and the original messy desktop was also cleaned up.

Although it is a temporary arrangement, the other party is just a teenager who no one cares about, and it is impossible for everyone to give him a better environment.

But for Yang Xiao, this is enough.

"Hmph, I know a lot of ways. ”

Seeing that Yang Xiao looked like he was holding the pen, a middle-aged man standing behind him muttered with some disdain.

"So, do you know a little bit too?" Yang Xiao turned his head and looked at the man and asked.

"That's nature. The man looked up proudly.

"Then please help me sharpen the ink. ”

After Yang Xiao finished speaking, he sat down.

What?

Tell him to grind ink?

That man was stunned, he was also a literati, and grinding ink was something that only a family member or a scholar would do, so he asked him to grind ink?

But when he saw Fang Ziqing there, and he refused now, didn't he say that he didn't understand the doorway of the Four Treasures?

This kid is so cunning!

You can't write it for a while, and you don't have the face to sit here.

Seeing that the man began to sharpen the ink, Yang Xiao also played with the pen here.

Coincidentally, this one just belongs to the category of Xuanbi, when he was very young, Yang Xiao heard of the saying that 'Mao Ying's skills are the first in the world', which refers to Xuanbi.

It's a pity that the millimeter used is not the top grade, if it is caused by the use of purple milli, in order to meet the requirements of sharp, qi, round and sharp.

However, the requirements should not be too high, just write casually.

After a few minutes, the ink had been polished, and the number of onlookers grew.

When I heard that it was Master Fang who competed with a junior to mention poetry, they just laughed it off.

But when they saw Master Fang Ziqing on the field, they had to be in awe, and they also began to look at this young man, and began to rummage through their memories to find out which scholarly son he was.

They pondered for a long time and didn't have an impression, just when Yang Xiao began to write.

The sharp edge is like a cone, and the root of the pen is a column.

The pen walks the dragon snake.

After only writing two or three words, Yang Xiao also began to go up, and with his left hand, he directly picked up the wine jug placed on the side and drank it all.

"This ......"

Some people don't quite understand that normal people need to be very quiet when writing poetry, and they need to reach the realm of 'selflessness' in order to write good poems.

But Yang Xiao's front is bold, free and easy, with a bit of uninhibited and carefree, writing and drinking.

There are only a few different artistic conceptions!

Not only that, but while Yang Xiao was drinking, a few drops of wine were dripping on the rice paper.

As far as Mao Hao could reach, on the tip of the pen, there were a few petals!

"This ...... It turned out to be, a wonderful pen?!"

Fang Ziqing was shocked, his face was shocked, and his eyes were about to pop out.

"What? This is the legendary Brilliant Brush?"

"No way, then, that's just a legend, no one has ever seen it. ”

"No, if you look closely, his pen seems to have really blossomed!"

The people around exploded in an instant.

Most of the people in this restaurant are literati, and they have always been elegant in their conversations.

Most of them have heard of it, but if they take it out, it seems a little ignorant.

Yet, today.

They were seeing a twenty-year-old boy drinking and writing at the same time, and he had reached the spectacle of a flower in his pen!

It's an epic scene!

If you just hear about it, a boy who is only twenty years old has reached the realm of wonderful writing.

They would definitely be dismissive and just punch the man and scold him again.

Damn, even if you start practicing calligraphy, it is impossible to reach the realm of this legend!

But!

They saw it today, this is simply living in a dream, not to mention what will happen to the poems he wrote later, just this miracle of flowers in the middle is enough to make this young man famous all over the world.

Yang Xiao ignored the scene that had exploded, and drank the wine in the pot, and his pen was expressive.

I am famous for my wine fights, and I am famous for my pride!

Put pen to paper.

Poetry!

Yang Xiao put the pen lightly on the inkstone, picked up the poem, and admired it.

"It seems that my skills have improved a lot. ”

Looking at this handwriting, Yang Xiao admired himself very much.

Immediately, he turned his head and saw that everyone was looking at him with shocked faces, and he was really a little hairy.

"Ahem, these are the two sentences I wrote, guys, can you mention them. ”

Yang Xiao handed the paper to Fang Ziqing first, after all, Fang Ziqing asked him to write it at the beginning, so he should have looked at it first.

After taking the rice paper, Fang Ziqing hadn't recovered from the shock just now, and looked at the young man in front of him with an incredible face.

Let's not talk about how this poem is written, just the scene just now is enough to make him admire.

It's because he's blind.

Fang Ziqing laughed at himself, but he was still very confident in his poems.

The pen power is amazing and can be practiced.

How the poem is written, but it needs to be accumulated over time.

Thinking so, he looked at the poem on the rice paper.

This look completely convinced Fang Ziqing, and even an old man like him who knew him had the urge to kneel down and worship his master.

"This, this poem. ”

Fang Ziqing muttered a few times, but still did not come back to his senses from the artistic conception in the poem.

If you compare the poems he wrote before with this one, it is definitely a mayfly shaking the tree, a firefly and a bright moon!!

"Master Fang......"

Sun Xuan on the side called Fang Ziqing several times, but the other party didn't come back to his senses.

At this time, he couldn't help but look at Yang Xiao again.

I never expected that such an ordinary teenager would have such strength, which really made them feel like they had lived on a dog for half their lives.

Immediately, Fang Ziqing handed the poem to other writers, but he muttered to himself.

"A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes. ”

After chattering a few sentences in a row, I still reminisce in this poetry.

There is an incarnation of a fish, swimming in the artistic conception of the sea of poetry, extremely happy.

When he truly understood the poetry, he couldn't help but sigh and cry.

One to ten, ten to hundred.

All the writers admired this poem, and they were all amazed.

There are also those who cannot understand the poetic sense, and are undoubtedly despised and excluded by other writers.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes.

From the Northern Song Dynasty, Huang Tingjian's most classic poem "Sending Huang Several Returns" was very popular.

The meaning is to watch the peach and plum under the spring breeze and drink wine together. The rivers and lakes have been down, and it has been ten years since they were separated.

Now it is early spring, and most of the people in this town are down-and-out writers, and this sentence is undoubtedly the most suitable for this scene.

Really.

After comprehending this verse, most of the writers were already in tears, as if they thought of how they were young and how ambitious they were.

However, now I can only sit here, and my ambition is difficult to pay.