"Six-inch town poems!"

Sitting upright on the stool, crossing Erlang's legs, the self-satisfied Dragon Clan prince fell a little embarrassed, with a look of shock and disbelief. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Zhenguo poem!"

"How is this possible?"

"Even if the Daqian area is vast and densely populated, the six-inch town poetry is also hard to find. ”

"It's just a county, and it's located on the border, and the population is only a few million, how can there be a Zhenguo poem in the world?"

The old fox in the deep mountains was also shocked.

Although he knew that the human race was full of talents, and according to the strength of the prince of the dragon clan, he would definitely not be able to suppress the contemporary generation and take the lead, but he never thought that the plot would reverse so quickly, and it was also a six-inch town poem.

"How is this possible?"

"Could it be that the human race is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger? There is such a great talent in a small northern county, is it Mr. An Le, or the boy of Bliss, or Situ Xing?"

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

The Dragon Prince's eyes lit up with anger and fear, and he could hear his cheeks twitching. Just now he was still in high spirits, and there was no one in his eyes. The slap in the face came too quickly.

The smugness on his face hadn't faded yet.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

The rain fell in the breeze, and more and more flowers withered.

The ground becomes wet at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Good rain!"

"Good rain!"

"Good rain!"

The farmer, who was standing at the top of the field, looked at the rain in the air, ignored the wetness of his clothes, and shouted loudly with excitement on his face.

Rumble!

There was a sudden strange sound in the air.

Whether it is the wealthy businessmen waiting to catch their sons-in-law outside the Gongyuan, or the people who are busy with their work, they all subconsciously look up at the sky, and the clouds in the air seem to have life, and they seem to be gathered into a big text under the touch and tear of a pair of magical big hands.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

These words seem to have a special magic, even if the illiterate village women, or the guests from a foreign land who do not understand the Daqian language, can also understand the chill of the poems.

"Zhenguo poem!"

"It turned out to be Shicheng Zhenguo!"

Situ Xing and the Bliss Boy also raised their heads suddenly, looking at the tone in the air, as well as all kinds of visions, and both of them showed unconvinced looks in their eyes.

The Bliss Boy had some immature fingers, gently tapping on the tabletop. There seemed to be countless characters rolling in his eyes, forming gorgeous poems, but they were all denied by him without hesitation.

If Situ was here, he would have been surprised, because the Boy of Bliss's ability to calculate his thoughts was not below him.

In other words, there must have been more than six thunder tribulations in the mind of the Bliss Boy.

No wonder everyone in the world has a legend that the Boy of Bliss is the reincarnation of an ancient saint.

Just looking at his ability to calculate and deduce, even if he is not a saint, he is still a heavenly immortal power who has survived six thunder tribulations.

Situ Xing's eyes were also flickering, and unlike the Bliss Boy's contemplative poems, he was using the brain's knowledge stores to deduce calligraphy.

The font of Situ Xing is still excellent, not only with the grandeur of Legalism, but also with the roundness of Confucianism.

But compared with Mr. An Le, it is much inferior.

If you want to get the champion, of course, you need to have a good strategy for poetry, but the font is also very important. It is precisely for this reason that Fu Jucai repeatedly warned Situ to grind off the edges and corners in the font, because this would be disliked by the examiners who are "with light and dust".

Situ Xingben was a little unimpressed, but he still copied the Hanlin Codex every day, hoping to be a little similar.

Mr. An Le's "brilliant pen" made him realize that the gap between the two is not ordinarily large.

If you don't absorb and push the new font, you will definitely be overwhelmed.

Yan Zhenqing!

Liu Gongquan!

Zhao Mengtun!

Huang Tingjian!

Ouyang Xiu!

Situ Xing tried his best to deduce, but he was not a master calligrapher in his previous life, and he was also interested in art, so he was able to dig out these fonts because of the powerful deduction and calculation ability of the six thunder tribulation demi-saint thoughts.

Extract some memories from the depths of his memory, and refine and deduce them based on a scale and half a claw.

This is also the power of the six thunderstorm thoughts.

Without this idea, there would be no computing power comparable to that of a galaxy computer group.

Even if Situ knew about it, or happened to see these calligraphy works on some occasions, there was no way to restore and deduce them.

The deduction went slowly, but there was no irritation on the part of Situ. Because in his heart, there seems to be an invisible progress bar that keeps beating.

Ten percent!

Per cent!

Thirty percent!

。。。

Watching the progress continue to increase, he felt an indescribable pride in his heart.

Because he's creating.

He wanted to create a font that had never been done before.

Fifty percent!

Situ Xing's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he had an intuition that as long as he added a few more fonts, he would definitely be able to "keep the essence and remove the dross." ”

Wen Zhengming!

Tang Bohu!

Su Laoquan!

。。。

With the addition of fonts one by one, Situ Xing's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he understood more and more calligraphy in his heart. He even has the feeling that his hand and the brush are one and the same.

The soldiers are one, and the soldiers are one!

Confucianism also has the unity of man and pen.

Situ had a feeling that he could write any font at will with a brush if he wanted to.

If his current level is placed on the earth plane, I am afraid that he can kill all modern calligraphy masters in an instant, even if he can compete with many ancient calligraphy masters.

But he was not satisfied, after all, his opponent this time was not those modern calligraphy masters on the earth plane, but the great Confucian who could "make flowers with wonderful brushwork".

Inadequate!

Far from enough!

Although he has never put pen to paper, Situ Xing knows that his current calligraphy is not enough to "make flowers with wonderful brushes", and he is definitely not the opponent of An Le Da Confucian.

But the knowledge of calligraphy from the Earth plane in his memory has been exhausted.

No matter how much he scavenged for his memories, there was no way to add a new font.

Suddenly, an unusually strange work appeared in his mind.

"The army is a good school!"

"So-and-so is a good school!"

"A certain company is a good school!"

These works were all written by a single person, and it is said that they can surpass the ancients in their own right, and even a certain news report caused quite a stir at the time.

In his previous life, because of curiosity, Situ Xing had seen it in a hurry, perhaps because he had no artistic cells, and he really didn't see the artistry and beauty that the masters said.

Later, this matter was thrown into his mind.

Who knows that it is not really forgotten, it is just stored in the depths of the brain.

The thought of surviving the six thunder tribulations that was as crystal as an agate was a key that opened the treasure house of his memories and carried out these dusty knowledge.

If it is said that the previous Situ was a pure novice in the way of calligraphy.

So now he is fusing the calligraphy experience of the ancients, and he is already a transcendent existence, if he is on the earth plane, it is Taishan Beidou.

Analyze with a professional eye.

The calligraphy work after this meritorious service!

Well, I still don't understand!

Situ Xing gave up decisively, he didn't want his calligraphy to become a four-like.

Since the calligraphy experience of the earth plane has been exhausted.

Then we began to increase the calligraphy works of the Great Cadre plane.

Although the customs of Daqian are somewhat similar to those of the earth, there are still great differences, so the calligraphy here is more unrestrained and more powerful.

The realm is also higher.

Power through the back of the paper!

Penetrating!

Brilliant strokes!

No longer an adjective, but a real presence.

Of course, Situ Xing believes that this kind of high is not a problem of technique or calligraphy comprehension, but the difference of laws.

The earth plane is the science and technology plane, and the great dry is the prosperity of Shinto.

There is an essential difference between the two.

"Since I have both the earth plane and the great dry plane, I will fuse the calligraphy of the two planes together. ”

"With the calligraphy of Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Zhao Mengchun, Ouyang Xiu and other earth planes as the bones, and adding the outer skin of the calligraphy of the Daqian plane, a new calligraphy is created. ”

"Imagination is exciting!"

"I don't know who has better calligraphy than Wang Xizhi of the Earth Plane and the Calligraphy Sage of the Great Cadre Plane?"

Thinking of the upcoming scene, a trace of essence appeared in Situ Xing's eyes, and his whole body trembled, and there was an indescribable expectation and excitement in his heart.

Because of his age, Fu Juren's calligraphy is mellow and indisputable, but it hides a kind of old and strong.

Although his calligraphy is not a master, it does contain his understanding of life.

Deduction, absorption!

Situ did not hesitate to deduce.

Wang Shilang's calligraphy.

Although Wang Shilang's official position is not high, he is a speech official, and he can directly go to the center of the book, as well as the emperor.

His words are like those of his people.

There are edges and corners in the sleekness, and this edge and corner is his insistence, monitoring the world for the king of people.

Wu Qi's calligraphy.

Wu Qi is a contemporary of the three law divisions, and his murderous nature is so great that he is no longer under the prison sentence. His words are like his people, with sharp edges and corners, and there is a trace of sword energy entrenched on it.

Every time you watch it, you get a tingling sensation in your eyes.

Huo Feiran's words.

Huo Feiran is the governor of Beijun, and there is naturally a kind of grace between the lines, because of the rejuvenated relationship, his words have an indescribable erection in calmness.

In Situ Xing's opinion, it seems that there is a unicorn rolling.

Fish mystery calligraphy.

The pen in Situ Xing's hand is only the work of Yu Xuanji in his early years, so it has not yet formed today's charm. But his characters already have a certain rudimentary form.

That is to preserve the principles of heaven and destroy people's desires.

Heaven is selfless, heaven is ruthless...

One word after another keeps decomposing, and a trace of charm is deduced, and the face bones and willow tendons.

With the addition of Daqian's calligraphy charm, Situ Xing's characters slowly became richer, and Situ Xing even had an urge to write immediately.

But he sandidly discouraged such thoughts.

Because the current calligraphy is not a great success!

He could feel that the invisible progress bar was close to one hundred percent.

As long as all the deductions are completed, he will definitely be able to reinvent his calligraphy. Although he may not be able to become a book saint, he will definitely be able to open up another world and establish a sect.