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

Everyone followed the gaze of the person who spoke just now, and at a glance, they saw the back of the poem: Gift Zhenyuan - Ximen Xiong, the old man - Mu.

If there are a few people in Ximen Xiong who don't know, it is understandable, but if someone in the territory of the Northern Abyss Country says that they don't know the meaning of the word Zhenyuan, then that person will definitely be killed.

Because the word Zhenyuan is really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it is really difficult to forget.

"Could it be that this is written on the King of the Earthquake Abyss, his old man?" There was a richly dressed boy who lost the slightest bit of extravagance, and shouted with a shocked face.

"The deceased? Could it be that this unknown Mu Gongzi still knows King Zhenyuan? Some delicate-minded scholars Xiucai recited it a few times, and then exclaimed directly.

Even if the bustard doesn't understand poetry and songs, she is still very familiar with the basic words, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sit in this position. The old bustard couldn't help but swallow his saliva, not knowing how to speak.

Does she dare to continue to scold Xu Muchuan? If she accidentally said the wrong thing and bypassed the great god of Zhenyuan King, the old bustard believed that she would not survive tomorrow.

Therefore, the only thing the bustard can do in front of him is to wait and see what happens.

"Teacher, Changqing really wants to ask a question, which family is this calligraphy inherited?" Yun Changqing forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart and asked with a longing expression.

Yun Changqing believed that if anyone in the past dynasties could write this kind of calligraphy, it would have been famous all over the world a long time ago, and there would not be no news spread in the Kyushu continent.

However, Yun Changqing still hoped that he was negligent and did not find this kind of calligraphy in the books. After he wanted to know which person's calligraphy was from Xu Muchuan's mouth, Yun Changqing thought that no matter how much he spent in the future, he would have to learn more.

"Changqing, in this world, I am the first person to write this kind of calligraphy." Xu Muchuan slowly turned his head to look at Yun Changqing, who was bent over, and he said without any pretense.

Bang!

Yun Changqing's heart was like a mountain flood collapsing, and he was directly shocked and opened his mouth silently.

Jun Luoyan was even more deeply gasping, he understood that Xu Muchuan would never lie about this kind of thing, so there was only one result: Xu Muchuan was the first person to create this kind of calligraphy.

It is impossible to blame Jun Luo and Yun Changqing and the others for having very wrong thoughts in their hearts, no one can imagine that Xu Muchuan is not from this world.

Feng Anjin was still young and didn't know what the shock of this poem was to everyone, but he could see something from everyone's tone and expressions on their faces.

Feng Anjin couldn't help but shake his body, he knew that he didn't worship the wrong teacher, he knew that this was enough.

"Fall, evergreen, hold another piece of white paper in the air and pull it tight." Xu Muchuan ignored the scholar Xiucai gathered around the long table, and directly turned his head to Jun Luoyan and Yun Changqing and said.

Jun Luoyan was stunned, and immediately subconsciously responded: "Yes, teacher." ”

Yun Changqing also immediately agreed, and then strode to the long table, hanging another two-meter-long piece of white paper in the air and pulling it tight.

"Today, I'm telling you what painting is!" Xu Muchuan's words, I don't know if he said it to Jun Luoyan and others, or to the old bustard and the ignorant scholar Xiucai present, anyway, everyone present heard Xu Muchuan's soft cheer.

The white paper was suspended in the air, Xu Muchuan ignored the people around him, and kicked his right foot directly to the long table.

"Click-"

The long table moved directly on the floor about ninety degrees under Xu Muchuan's force, and then Xu Muchuan picked up the largest ink pen and stained it in the black grinding plate.

"Brush!"

Xu Muchuan shook the ink pen stained with a lot of ink in the air, and the thick ink quickly fell on the white paper in the air.

Some scholars and scholars standing behind the white paper were stained with some black ink, but they didn't get angry, they just stared at the white paper intently, because Xu Muchuan's poem before was too shocking.

There was no longer any noise in the entire hall, and everyone looked at Xu Muchuan in a daze.

In an instant, a lot of thick ink was glued to the white paper, and Xu Muchuan immediately used an ink pen to outline a different scenery on the white paper.

Xu Muchuan's hand was tightly grasped at the back end of the ink pen, and his left hand swayed slightly with the rhythm.

Xu Muchuan's wrist flexed flexibly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand became more and more obvious, and the white paper that originally seemed to be polluted by thick ink instantly had a hint of luster.

The two-meter-long white paper hung in the air, and the thick ink stained on the white paper was connected by Xu Muchuan, and the ink formed black lines, and it was intertwined little by little.

After a while, a rough outline of the landscape appeared on the entire white paper, Xu Muchuan stared intently at the tip of the ink pen, Xu Muchuan was concentrating on the pen and drawing, in his world, at this moment, it seemed that only the rustle of the ink pen rubbing on the paper was left.

Jun Luoyan and Yun Changqing didn't dare to waver in the slightest while holding the paper, they were the closest apart, and they could clearly watch the thick ink turn into the outline of a landscape under Xu Muchuan's traction.

A bolt from the blue! This was the expression on the faces of Jun Luoyan and Yun Changqing.

The scholars in the hall who were originally watching the lively scholar show were all stunned, and at this moment, it seemed that only Xu Muchuan was swaying and painting alone in their minds.

The old bustard stood aside with an ugly face, because even she felt that she had fallen into Xu Muchuan's artistic conception, but now that it is difficult to ride a tiger, since she has offended Xu Muchuan, the old bustard can't give her face to praise her with kind words.

From the very beginning, the monk stood still, motionless, just silently chanting Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed.

Next, Xu Muchuan used various types of ink pens to sketch on the paper.

A quarter of an hour quietly departed, silently flowing through his fingers.

Xu Muchuan looked at the landscape he had drawn, and then sighed slightly with a handy pen: Qingming River.

That's right, Xu Muchuan painted the general outline of the famous Qingming Riverside Picture in China, and many details are difficult to complete with an ink pen, so Xu Muchuan can only do it.

After stopping the pen, Xu Muchuan put the ink pen on the long table. However, Jun Luoyan and Yun Changqing still hung the white paper in the air without moving.

"It's really a masterpiece in the world, teacher, how many more things do you have that I don't know?" Jun Luoyan felt that the shock he felt today was much more than in the palace before.

Yun Changqing was stunned, he just thought that Xu Muchuan's poetry was a must, but he didn't expect that painting was even more ...... Indescribable shock: "Teacher, you are really a genius in the world." ”

Quiet!

After Xu Muchuan took a dozen breaths after painting, the hall was still silent.

Their hearts were full of messiness and shock, and they couldn't understand how they could sketch such an immersive painting with just a few ink pens.

"This ...... Is it really a painting? After a long time, a certain scholar smashed his mouth and whispered softly.