"Fall, evergreen, prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstone. Two sheets of white paper about two meters long, three types of ink pens, large, medium and small, are setting up a long table for me. ”

Xu Muchuan suddenly raised his head and glanced at everyone, the invisible oppressive aura was a little breathtaking.

Jun Luoyan and Yun Changqing didn't know why they had to look at each other, and then the two of them looked at Xu Muchuan's back in unison. They were stunned for a moment and then immediately said, "Yes." ”

Even Jun Luoyan chose to listen to Xu Muchuan's words at this moment, and immediately went to prepare these things with Yun Changqing. Around Yuqing Building, there are all kinds of shops, and it only takes a short time to buy these things.

The old bustard squinted at Xu Muchuan, and said to himself in doubt: "What does this kid want to do?" ”

Everyone in the hall of Yuqinglou looked sideways, looking at Xu Muchuan quietly, as if they were watching a good show.

"Prepare paper, ink, pen, inkstone? Did he want to inscribe a poem on the spot? Many people thought of this at once, and even more of them had a look of indifference and hanging high on their faces.

"Yun Gongzi, is he really that attractive? Being able to let you run errands, this Mu Gongzi is really a strange person. Yuhua gently plucked the green silk, and her beautiful eyes flashed and charmed.

The fat monk was rarely silent, he just stood there and gently opened and closed his lips, as if he was silently reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Feng Anjin stayed behind Xu Muchuan very quietly, he knew that he was too young to do anything. Therefore, Feng Anjin simply remained silent, so as not to bring trouble to Xu Muchuan.

Half a quarter of an hour passed quietly, but Xu Muchuan was unmoved in the face of countless cynicisms. Some guests even had a hint of admiration for Xu Muchuan, after all, few people could face this situation and be expressionless.

"Teacher, I brought everything." Yun Changqing and Jun Luoyan respectfully placed the long table and paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

As a prince, Jun Luoyan had never done such a thing, but at this moment, he didn't seem to regard himself as a noble relative of the emperor, but as just a student.

"Changqing, Luo, today I, as a teacher, will teach you what calligraphy is!" It was the first time Xu Muchuan said every word in such a sharp spoken language, and it was the first time that he held his breath so seriously.

Jun Luoyan and Yun Changqing didn't speak, but just looked at Xu Muchuan with a solemn face.

The old bustard looked at Xu Muchuan coldly, and said angrily: "Heh! This is Yuqing Building, not on the street. If you're going to perform, please go out! ”

Xu Muchuan ignored the bustard, slowly closed his eyes, and then suddenly opened and stared at the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the long table.

"Drink!"

Xu Muchuan snorted lightly, and suddenly flashed to the long table.

The right hand instantly lifted the ink pen and stroked it down.

This skimming down is like the Milky Way falling from the sky; This stroke fell, as if waking up from a dream of the third life, lingering.

Xu Muchuan did not have the slightest reservation this time, and directly used the penmanship of the Chinese calligraphy saint "Wang Xizhi". After getting along with Jun Luoyan for a few months before, Xu Muchuan didn't show half a point.

This time, Xu Muchuan was really a little angry, he wanted to let these guys who looked down on the poems in his hands see the knowledge, he wanted to let these scholars who watched the excitement and boasted of being talented - what is calligraphy!

"This! How come you've never seen it before? Jun Luoyan set off a huge wave in his heart, and he was shocked, because he found that Xu Muchuan just picked up a pen and wrote a word that made him feel magnificent.

"The teacher's handwriting...... Why doesn't it look like usual? ”

Yun Changqing was also stunned for a while, he was a little difficult to understand, a person's words should be almost set, but now when he sees Xu Muchuan's words, it is a little different, as if something has been added.

"When I was drunk, I picked up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the horn and the battalion." Xu Muchuan held his right hand with his left hand, and silently recited in his heart.

"Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turn over the outside sound, and the battlefield is an autumn soldier. 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! ”

One stroke, one poem.

Xu Muchuan borrowed the famous poet "Xin Qiji" from the famous poet "Xin Qiji" in ancient China, and this poem completely reveals the appearance of a hot-blooded soldier who fought on the battlefield.

Finally, Xu Muchuan mentioned the words at the end of the poem: Give Zhenyuan - Ximen Xiong, the old man - Mu.

A poem is completed, and everyone is shocked! The original noisy sound of miscellaneous discussions suddenly disappeared without a trace. Many scholars who had just sat on their chairs and watched the excitement all stood up, staring at the poems on the long table.

"This poem, this word, this momentum, the world smells bad!" After a long time, Jun Luoyan was the first to mutter. At this moment, he found that he had never seen through Xu Muchuan.

Jun Luoyan finally had an incomparable shock from the bottom of his heart, he didn't know how to describe the paper of poetry in front of him, he couldn't look directly at the words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the white paper.

"Teacher......" Yun Changqing just stared at this paper poem with wide eyes, he originally wanted to ask Xu Muchuan a lot, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't say anything, he didn't understand anything.

In the hall of Yuqing Building, there are still many scholars and sons, they have forgotten their previous displeasure, and directly stepped forward to look at the poems on the long table, shocking their hearts and souls.

"Everyone's work! No, even many people who are famous all over the world are far inferior to ...... A masterpiece of the world......" One of the scholars' lips trembled, and he whispered in a trembling voice.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if the outside world knew about the picture of everyone being ridiculed by everyone just now. A generation of everyone, that is a famous figure in Kyushu. This kind of character can be protected by the imperial court.

Wind, flowers, snow, the three major Oiran of Yuqinglou glanced at it from a distance, although they didn't see what was written on the white paper, but they could feel a sharp aura from the rough font on the white paper.

"We were all wrong at the beginning, this Mu Gongzi is really unusual." Yufeng's red lips trembled slightly, and he muttered in a slightly regretful voice.

At the beginning, Xu Muchuan stepped into Yuqing Building with a depressed appearance, and the poems he wrote directly made the three major Oiran feel extremely shocked. But when the three major Oiran really met him, Xu Muchuan's image directly made Yufeng feel unsatisfactory.

Yufeng naturally didn't talk for a few words and found an excuse to leave, only Yuxue didn't dislike Xu Muchuan's down-and-out appearance, and was willing to make friends with Xu Muchuan from the bottom of his heart and talked for a long time.

And Yuxue raised her willow eyebrows a little playfully, and said to herself: "This guy is really not bad!" Looking at it from a distance, I feel an unusual momentum, but I don't know what is written on it? ”

"Such a sharp word, as sharp as a knife." The old bustard doesn't understand poetry and writing, he only knows that the poems written by Xu Muchuan just after he picked up the pen are very unusual and very unique.

The calligraphy of the calligraphy saint "Wang Xizhi" is the top in the 5,000-year history of China, although Xu Muchuan did not show the calligraphy of the real calligraphy, but it was enough to shock everyone.

"Look! What's written on the back of that? "After reading the whole poem, one person found the last pen.