The prince of the dragon clan felt the breeze full of natural breath and the sprout of life, his heart was full of comfort, and a trace of enjoyment rose on his face. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

But there was also a faint hint of unconvincing in his heart. There is also a hint of embarrassment that is difficult to hide.

Whether it is Mr. An Le or Elder Qinghu, there is a lot of weather after he puts pen to paper, and his words are also excellent, like a dragon meandering, but compared with the two, there is a big gap.

"What's the big deal, this poetry raft is just a draft of Ben Long. ”

"The word Benlong can also be weathery. ”

The dragon prince, who was born with a single horn and a proud face, pushed the poem raft aside, his eyes staring at the snow-white paper. It seems to be brewing, and it seems to be cheering for itself.

Elder Qinghu glanced at the prince of the dragon clan with some amusement, the dragon clan has a long lifespan. According to the comparison of human age, although the prince of the dragon clan is already a hundred years old, he is still a child. So, it often seems a little childish.

The others looked at the dragon prince's childish actions, and there was a hint of sadness in their eyes.

Seeing that the prince of the Dragon Clan closed his eyes and pondered, as if he was understanding the way of calligraphy, the green fox elder did not bother, and the sharp pen pierced the paper, leaving words on the desktop like an imprint.

Power through the back of the paper!

Penetrating!

The old fox in the deep mountains is also not shallow in calligraphy.

The green pond is full of clear waves, and the spring colors are all passing through the rain.

I know that the flowers of the people are gone, and there are many butterflies in the vegetable furrow today.

One inch!

Two inches!

Three inches!

Four inches!

Five inches!

His poems are beautiful, written after the spring rain in the mountains.

It depicts the faint green shirts, the beautiful elegant residence, and the recovery of all things after the spring rain, the butterflies and bees flying, the fragrance of the soil after the spring rain, and the fragrance of wildflowers are about to come out.

Beauty!

It's beautiful!

It's beautiful!

Each one was struck by the beauty in the poem.

I can't wait to build such an elegant house in the deep mountains and live as a hermit.

"It is rare for an old fox to make such a clear and refined poem. No wonder he's so confident. ”

Li Zixuan nodded secretly, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

The bell hanging in the courtyard was rung again.

The bell rings five times!

Out of the county poem!

The poems of the old fox in the deep mountains have also reached five inches.

Although it is not a town, it is also very remarkable.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

The breeze and drizzle are blowing in the face, and it contains the fragrance of unknown wildflowers, which makes people feel indescribably moisturized and comfortable all over the body.

Even many young girls who are deep in the boudoir have stepped on the streets, or in their own gardens, to feel this rare moisture and fragrance.

The prince of the dragon clan seemed to be frightened by the sound of the bell, and woke up from his realization, looking at the vision in the air, his eyes revealing a hint of surprise. But the corners of his mouth drooped, and he said with pretended disdain in his eyes.

"Old fox, you are describing the beauty of the mountains, not the spring rain. ”

The old fox's face couldn't help but stiffen, but he also had to admit the comment of the dragon prince in his heart.

Although his poems are magnificent and more natural, they describe the beauty of the mountains more than the beauty of the spring rain.

It also has something to do with his experience.

Although the old fox in the deep mountains has a hundred years of experience and has witnessed the vicissitudes of life, his comprehension of rain is still a lot worse.

It can't be compared with the dragons.

Therefore, in terms of rain description, whether it is artistic conception or decoration, it must be inferior to Prince Long.

Although it has reached five inches, it does not matter the momentum. The amount of rain is still much weaker than that of Prince Long.

This is also the reason why Mr. An Le's six-inch town poem Zhuyu is in front today. If it was before, the old fox in the deep mountains would have cheered, and you must know that the poems of the five-inch county are very precious and rare.

But even so, it's pretty remarkable.

Even if there are trillions of living beings, there are not many five-inch poems out of the county every year.

Not to mention the demon clan.

I'm afraid that there hasn't been a single poem out of the county for several years.

"Humph!"

"Disturb Benlong's train of thought!"

The prince of the dragon clan saw that the old fox of Qingshan had a depressed look on his face, and he closed his eyes triumphantly and pondered like a general who had won a battle.

"If you want to write like a god, the weather is myriad, you need to study hard and practice hard, but also have a spirit. In other words, the spirit, which needs to be sharpened, needs life experience. ”

"You're too young to understand. ”

A wry smile appeared on the face of the old fox in Qingshan, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and finally he said with a serious face.

The dragon prince's eyes moved slightly, although his eyes did not open, but the old fox still noticed his mood fluctuations.

"Nothing can happen overnight!"

"The same is true of calligraphy. ”

"The old fox has lived in the mountains for generations, and every day he is with the grass and trees, and the mountains as his companions, understanding nature, touching the sun and the moon, and only a little gain in a hundred years. ”

"Prince, you are still young. In the dragon clan, he is only a child, and life has just begun, so it is normal to not realize it. ”

The prince of the dragon clan slowly opened his closed eyes, revealing a relieved look.

As Lao Hu said, life is like words, words are like life, without a certain experience, without a certain understanding, there is no way to write thousands of big characters.

Mr. Anle!

The same is true for the old fox in Qingshan!

Thinking of this, he also extinguished the idea of competitiveness.

It's not that Benlong can't do it, but young people can't do it.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

At this moment, there was a desolate drum beat in the courtyard.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

"What's that sound?"

"It's so desolate!"

And it seems to be an ancient relic, which actually contains a desolate, Hongmeng atmosphere. ”

Feeling the desolation and harmony in the drums, everyone's eyes showed an incredible look. Of course, they still have a question in their minds.

What's going on?

Why is there a drum beat in the tribute courtyard?

The old fox in the deep mountains who was sitting cross-legged in the wooden house, and the prince of the dragon clan all raised their heads and looked at the Gongyuan in surprise.

From the sound of the drum, they felt the breath of antiquity, the origin of humane civilization.

"The weather is thousands!"

"This is a vision that comes from the time of writing!"

"Who is it? His pen has such power, and it can pull people's thoughts back to ancient times?"

The ears of the old fox in the deep mountains trembled, and the sound of a bronze giant drum kept drilling into his ears like a swimming snake, his eyes kept shrinking, and his face showed a look of shock.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

The dragon prince's eyes were red, and he kept letting out a dragon chant to the sky. This quaint and harmonious drum sound awakened the ancient memories in his blood.

It was as if he saw an ancient dragon lying between heaven and earth, its black scales as cold and hard as ice, and everywhere he passed, whether it was a mountain or a cave, it would be broken.

One by one, the ancient people wearing animal skins painted his majestic shore into a totem and worshiped day and night. And to win his favor with dancing.

He is God!

His will is God's will.

No one dares to disobey.

But time passes, the sun and the moon alternate.

Bronze war drums are beaten.

Countless gods fought in the air, the heavens and the earth shattered, and the mountains collapsed.

In order to protect his territory, the black dragon was also forced to participate in the Divine War.

His scales were as hard as ice, his swords and spears were hard to hurt, his claws were as sharp as divine soldiers, and in battle, he was so brave that several gods died under his claws, making countless people feel terrified and even afraid to fight him.

But he eventually died in battle.

Killed by a single blow from an even more powerful deity. But even if he died in battle, his body was still undamaged, as if he was sleeping, his body drifted in the void, and everywhere he passed, whether it was stars or meteorites, he smashed them to pieces, and in countless years of travel, Jiaolong's body did not know to go to a certain plane.

Maybe it's still wandering in the void.

Maybe it landed on a plane, turned into a mountain, or turned into a dragon vein.

Maybe it was discovered by some great power, chained, pulled a huge bronze coffin, and shuttled between planes.

I don't know why.

The dragon prince had an intuition in his heart that this dragon ancestor must have been chained, like a horse in the mortal world, pulling a huge copper coffin through the unknown plane.

There are countless powerful beings in that plane, there are sect masters, there are great powers, there are saints.

The combat power is even higher than that of the Great Cadre Plane, and there are countless Tianjiao who are deducing a wonderful life.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The dragon prince put aside the abrupt picture in his mind, and quietly listened to the voice from the ancients, he heard the unyielding from the drums, heard the battle, heard the tragedy, heard the new life, heard the joy!

Heard Hongmeng.

The sound of plants breaking through the ground was heard.

I felt the sound of an eagle (kou) cracking an eggshell.

At the beginning of heaven and earth, it was like a huge chicken egg, a chaos, and out of the chaos was born an ancient god, who held an axe to split chaos in two.

This is the sound of the eagle!

That's the new life!

It's the joy of life!

Ancient Hongmeng, although tragic, is natural selection.

But it is also creation, which has given birth to the two races of demons, as well as countless lives, and created countless miracles.

This drum contains such a hint of sound.

The prince of the dragon clan stood there with a faint look in his eyes, quietly feeling a beauty. His heart was like a movie, and the scenes of the battle of the ancient gods and demons appeared in front of his eyes.

An ancient being has fallen.

One by one, the gods died in battle, and the rain of blood kept falling between heaven and earth, full of desolation.

Because of the torrential rains for several days, the heavens and the earth were flooded.

The weak human race kept migrating, and because of the constant migration, they avoided the main battlefield of the war between gods and demons. Strength has been preserved.

After the Ancient God War, the strength of the demon clan was greatly damaged. And the human race took the opportunity to rise and eventually became the protagonist of heaven and earth.

The bronze drum that towered over the Tianshan Mountains was also nowhere to be found.

But today, the drums of war are beating again.