One hundred and twenty-five chapters and listen to the drums, and watch the cold light, and write crazy words

One hundred and twenty-five chapters and listen to the drums and look at the cold light and the book mania for the little bit of goods in the stomach li xian does not have his own calligraphy. If you really ask the question of the snow-white silk fan, people will go out and say that it was written by King Pei in the future, and then a few famous calligraphers will judge their products, then his face will be all lost!

Therefore, carrying a brush dipped in thick ink, he finally turned his head to Qu Tu Shen Ruo with a dry smile and said: "Sister Shen Ruo, this silk is directly inscribed with poems, I'm afraid that it will all melt away, why don't you write it on paper first, and then invite a famous artist to ...... it."

"What a famous family, our sisters are just tired of those famous families, so they came to you!"

Li Yanniang pursed her lips angrily, glanced to the side, and immediately someone brought several silk fans, only to see the thick ink landscapes, flowers and birds on the top, as for the inscription poems, most of them are gorgeous works, and the style is like that. In his layman's opinion, those two words were not even as good as the spirit of Liu Renyuan's words that day.

"Although our sisters are all women, we can't see this kind of superficial article, otherwise how could we find you Liulang?" Qu Tushenruo smiled and knocked on Li Xian's head with the handle of the fan, and blinked again, "So, don't use that kind of strong words to perfunctory everyone, we are all women who have a bow that can be drawn from Mara, not the kind of women who are deeply resentful, what we want is the momentum in your poem." As for these silk fans, they are all special, you can write them, if something goes wrong, where will I have hundreds of them! ”

Li Xian smiled on his face, but wailed in his heart. Hundreds, if he gets a word wrong later. Then there's a rework! He just wanted to use Li Taibai's Qingping to perfunctory, dare to love these women's army and don't want to be flamboyant, they want to be wild, is this still a woman?

After pondering for a while, he finally had to ask: "Sister Shen Ruo, this wild poem is not written just by saying, there is no artistic conception at the moment, let's talk about it." So many people ......"

"Well, it's really hard to do it with a lot of people, then you can write a few songs, and the rest will be owed to the account first!" Qu Tushenruo didn't seem to see Li Xian's distressed face, and nodded to the women on the four sides, "Sisters, don't worry. In the future, as long as Rokuro finishes it, I will personally send it to your home. As for the artistic conception...... Come on, take the sword and drum, and bring a few jars of wine! ”

Swords, drums, wine...... In the eyes of this group of aunts and grandmothers, this is the artistic conception!

Seeing that the drum rack was set up next to him, the two maids brought a sword, and another group of strong servants brought a number of wine jars and were filling wine jugs one by one, Li Xian had completely lost his words. When Qu Tushenruo brought a large wine jug to the ground in front of him, he lifted the lid without hesitation. He poured a few gulps into his mouth. The wine was still fragrant in the mouth, but not for a while. A rush of heat immediately rushed up.

"Okay, it deserves to be the heroic Li Liulang who everyone is praised in the market today!"

Li Yanniang was the first to stroke her palms and praise. And the other women also drank one after another. That Yin Xiuning even glanced at Qu Tushenruo, then lifted his sleeves and took the drumstick, and hit the drum hard. At first, the drum beat was very slow and heavy, but then it suddenly became urgent, and the sound of the knock seemed to hit people's hearts, and in addition to heart palpitations, it also brought bursts of shock.

Qu Tushenruo picked up a wine cup and drank it all, and pressed his right hand lightly on the sword machine spring, only to hear a clear sound. A cold light suddenly lit up. Immediately after, she made a wrong move. The sword danced to the beat of the fierce drum. For a moment, except for the rush of drums, the sound of swords breaking through the air, and the footsteps, no other sounds could be heard around, as if everyone was holding their breath at this moment.

Li Xiande Li Ji taught swordsmanship, and he had fought with Li Jingye and others many times, and that time he watched Qi Qi He Li dance the sword in the Lin De Palace, and naturally had some understanding of the essence of swordsmanship. At this moment, I saw that the crimson figure in the field urged the sword momentum like a dragon going out to sea, and gradually saw no one in the cold light and iron shadow, and I actually watched it for a while.

Where is this sword dance, it is clearly a real murderous swordsmanship! Women and heroes, even as far as Si!

"Good!"

He couldn't hold back the shock in his heart anymore, and he let out a loud cry, and picked up the flask to drink, only to find that it was completely empty. He immediately took another pot, and after drinking bitterly, he grabbed the pen dipped in thick ink next to him and wrote it on the silk fan in his hand.

He worked hard to write on this side, and the drums on that side seemed to have reached the extreme, and even the cold light flying up and down in the field seemed to add a bit of majesty. In the end, only to hear a loud sound like thunder, Yin Xiuning, who was beating the drum, sweated profusely and dropped the drumstick and sat on the ground, and Qu Tushenruo scolded at this time, took off his hand and threw the sword in his hand.

In front of everyone's eyes, the sword plunged deep into a nearby tree, the hilt still trembling, and the long spikes of the sword fluttered with the breeze, looking both moving and static.

"It's done!"

Li Xian threw the pen suddenly, suddenly laughed, and had to pick up the wine jug and take three sips. At this moment, a group of women had just recovered from the extreme shock just now, and they gathered around Li Xian to watch, and a few of them read out in a hurry.

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles under the command. Fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the autumn soldiers on the battlefield. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens! ”

Qu Tushenruo's eyes lit up when he read it, and finally he couldn't help but exclaim: "This is ...... This seems to be able to match ......"

"Yes, it can be paired with "King Qin's Breaking Array Music!" Li Xian's wine was surging at this time, and he immediately explained with a smile, "Sister Shen Ruo is dancing like this, if she can match it with a bummeral tune and this word, she will definitely be able to add style!" ”

At that time, although poems were heavy and words were light, because Qu Tushen Ruo's sword dance just now and Yin Xiuning's drumming were too exciting, coupled with Li Xian's poem, all the women felt stupid for a while. After a long time, Li Yanniang, who was the first to react, grabbed Li Xian's sleeve and shouted happily: "Liulang is so anxious, those so-called prodigy geniuses in ancient and modern times are nothing more than that!" ”

The heat and alcohol came up together, and Li Xian felt unrestrained when he mixed with these women's soldiers, so he simply left all his humility behind at this moment. It doesn't matter what famous stories he has, and see how easy he comes!

"Good words, Liulang's drunken cursive writing also has a bit of momentum, it's a pity to match this silk fan after all!" Qu Tushenruo looked at the ink-drenched silk fan, and couldn't help but sigh, "This kind of flattering thing is really not worthy of such a bold cursive script!" ”

PS: In order to fill out a form for the master's equivalency degree, I actually ran to the starting point twice, and just came back at half past two. But there is also good news, the vest book is finally ready to be published, and I hope there will be no problems in the end. I haven't written a word today, and I went to code the word, and the poor Futian worshipped, and begged for a monthly pass by the way, hoping to keep the tenth ...... at the end of the month

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