One person said in a loud voice: "But the ink Jiao pen wash and dragon brain inkstone you won at the Chongyang Cultural Conference yesterday?"

"Exactly. Fang Yundao.

"It's a pity that the people who 'sent' you inkstone and pen wash are not there, and if they are there, it will be a great joy for all. ”

Many laughed.

Fang Yun took out the pitch-black tribute ink ingot, and was about to pour water into the dipterocarp inkstone, when he saw the ink Jiao carrying a splash of water flew out of the pen wash again, flew to the sky above the dipterocarp inkstone, and sprinkled clear water.

Mo Jiao flew back to the pen wash, lying lazily on the edge of the pen wash, looking at Fang Yun.

The ink Jiao is like ink painting, delicate and beautiful, attracting the attention of many people.

Fang Yun smiled, put the tung oil smoke ink ingot into the inkstone, and then slowly grinded the ink.

It takes a while to grind the ink normally, but when Fang Yun put the ink ingot in, it didn't feel right, the dipterocarp inkstone seemed to have a magical ability, the moment the ink ingot touched the inkstone, the ink ingot was one point less, and the less ink quickly merged into the water, forming a moderate shade of ink.

In the black ink, there are faint traces of extremely fine blood, which is the power contained in the dipterocarp inkstone.

Fang Yun spread out the white paper, dipped his brush in thick ink, thought for a while, and said, "I originally wanted to simply write a farewell poem, but Brother Dongyun's visit is not a study tour, nor is it just a stay away, but more importantly, to serve the human race and kill demons and barbarians!

After speaking, Fang Yun picked up the pen and slowly wrote the title: "Send Chang Dongyun to the border pass." "When you're done, start writing the text.

"Bian Feng police Yusai, Jinshi over Ning'an. ”

In the process of writing, the treasure of war poetry appeared on the page.

Because it is a war poem, Fang Yun's calligraphy has reached a level where the pen falls, and everyone hears the sound of crying for help after the beacon fire is lit, and then the sound of horses' hooves is clear.

"Farewell poems, either useless or trivial. "One humane.

"Chang Dongyun may be blessed. ”

Qiao Juze didn't care about the war poem, but said: "Back then, General Meng Tian expelled the demon barbarians. The elm tree is planted as a barrier, so the elm plug generally refers to the border pass. These two sentences say that the beacon fire has just appeared at the border pass, and the Jinshi will go through Ning'an City to support, well, just two sentences show the spirit of Dongyun brother's impatience and justice. ”

Everyone nodded.

"The willow leaves open silver dysprosium, and the falling flowers shine on the jade saddle. ”

Another scholar commented: "The first sentence is not mentioned by borrowing the allusion of Yang Youji passing through the poplar in a hundred steps, but these two sentences are inverted, which should be 'The silver arrow shoots through the willow leaves, and when the horse gallops, the shining saddle shines on the falling flowers'." It's obviously a battle in the army. But it can write such a beautiful horse shooting, so that the Jinshi who participated in the war are more handsome and chic, without the slightest bloody and cruel battlefield, let us see another different kind of battlefield side poems, good sentences!"

Fang Yun continued to write.

"The full moon is in the shadow of the bow, and the stars are at the end of the sword. ”

Qiao Juze clapped his hands violently and sighed lightly: "It's really worthy of Fang Zhenguo, a poem was actually written by him! The first two sentences are inverted in word order, and these two sentences are even more inverted. Originally, it was supposed to draw the bow like a full moon and the sword like a starlight. But he did the opposite, writing that because the strong man's bow skills were too superb, he drew the bow to cause the moon to follow suit and become round, and then said that the swordsmanship was too powerful. Attract the stars in the sky to plunge into the sword and strengthen the power of swordsmanship. It's weird, Fang Yun really has a seven-clever heart!"

Written like this, the whole scene is as if it is alive, and it is extremely beautiful. and wrote the awesomeness of Jinshi to the extreme. You see, Chang Dongyun is so happy that he can't keep his mouth shut, and whoever is praised like this will laugh. ”

Everyone looked at it. That Chang Dongyun really smiled, completely forgetting that he would not be able to enter the Confucian Mansion and the Holy Academy to study in this life.

Fang Yun turned his pen and wrote the last two sentences, and Chang Dongyun's smile disappeared after seeing it, and then showed a grateful look.

"If you don't learn Yan Danke, empty songs are easy to be cold. ”

Qiao Juze sighed again and said: "This poem is really a must, in the eight sentences, except for the first two sentences to explain the background has to be written correctly, there are a total of six sentences of jaw couplet, neck couplet and tail couplet, and there are counters everywhere! If the first two sentences are also reversed, this poem will inevitably be ranked as a 'unique poem', and it will be on the same level as the poem 'Chicken Sound Maodian Month, Traces of Banqiao Frost'. However, I have never read the poems of the three couplets, and Fang Yun has created the 'three antis' in terms of word order, literary meaning and historical commentary, which is worthy of the name of Zhenguo!"

Chang Dongyun said with emotion: "No matter how subtle the first two antis are, they are just 'techniques' and small paths. But the last sentence 'Don't learn Yan Danke, empty song is easy to water cold' is different, this is not an ordinary warning sentence, Jing Ke stabbed Qin, everyone praised it, but these two sentences directly pointed to Jing Ke's swordsmanship is not refined, and analyzed Jing Ke's failure to assassinate Qin from a deeper level, although this statement cannot be said to be perfect, but it is like a morning bell and a dusk drum that makes people wake up. When I read the first few sentences, I was full of ambition and confidence, but these last two sentences were like a stuffy stick, and they completely woke me up. ”

At this time, the battle poem and the pages slowly burned.

Chang Dongyun glanced at Fang Yun gratefully, and continued: "I suddenly understand that no matter how clever my riding skills are, no matter how chic I am on the battlefield, no matter how powerful my words and swords are, even if I attract the stars to descend to earth, if I fail, a qiē is just a vain vain. This poem taught me two truths, one is not to be complacent, and the other is to think clearly about the way to kill the enemy, otherwise it will be ten thousand times more tragic than Jing Ke, and it will only be a failure. ”

Fang Yun nodded slightly, but in his heart he admired the talent of Luo Bin Wang, one of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, if he only talked about poetry, he would undoubtedly crown the early Tang Dynasty, but unfortunately Tang poetry in the early Tang Dynasty was not completely developed, he had limitations as a pioneer after all, if he could be born a hundred years later and be born at the peak of the development of Tang poetry, I don't know if he would become the first person under Li Du.

"It's a pity that this war poem doesn't have a treasure of inheritance, and only Fang Yun can use it. ”

"I don't know what the effect of this war poem is. Qiao Guze watched curiously as the paper burned.

The battle poem was completely burned, and a scene written in the poem appeared, turning into a little starlight and rushing into Chang Dongyun's body.

Chang Dongyun was stunned for a moment, then his face was happy, and finally his mouth was tightly closed, for fear that something would fly out of his mouth.

Qiao Juze exclaimed: "Could it be the 'Lian Xing into the sword' in the poem? Could it be that it can enhance the sword of the tongue? I didn't expect that in addition to the pregnant sword poems and Kaifeng poems, there are actually poems that can do this? Originally, only the great Confucian could do it by using micro words." ”

Chang Dongyun smiled but did not speak.

"Bastard, you have something to say!" one of Chang Dongyun's friends was anxious.

Chang Dongyun never spoke, and Fang Yun didn't care about him, he wanted to clean the pen and ink, but he didn't know that the ink Jiao rushed straight in, and with a sweep of the tail, the ink on the tip of the pen disappeared, leaving a clean white and millimeter pen head.

Subsequently, Mo Jiao rushed into the dipterocarp inkstone and rolled around, and the ink inside disappeared.

"Uh......" The finger-long ink Jiao burped, happily flew back to the pen wash, and sank underwater to sleep. (To be continued......)