A young dragon prince has such an achievement in Wendao. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

What about Mr. Qinghu, who has been immersed in Confucian classics for more than 100 years?

If the article strategy can't be suppressed, I'm afraid that not only the literary circle of Beijun, but even the Qiandi Pan, which is far away in the Shendu, will become the laughing stock of the demon clan.

All of them will become sinners, even if Emperor Qianpan does not reprimand, they will not have the face to stand above the court.

I hope that Mr. An Le, the Bliss Boy, and Situ Xing can make amazing and glamorous articles.

Among them, what they are most looking forward to in their hearts is the poems of Si Tu.

There must be several excellent works of Si Tu Xing to achieve the town of the country!

In the room of the Gongyuan, a scholar with slightly chubby eyes looked at "Spring Rain", scratching his ears and cheeks, and the examiner on patrol saw him with such an expression, and knew that he was exhausted.

As long as he does not disturb the order of the examination room, the examiner will not reprimand.

Just when the examiner was about to lift his legs, the slightly chubby Confucian suddenly brightened his eyes, and it seemed that the text was like a spring. The finest wolf pen slid across the snow-white paper, leaving lines of handwriting that weren't handsome, but not too ugly.

The inspector paused with some curiosity and stopped to watch.

"Suddenly, I saw a fire sickle in the sky, and I suspected that the Jade Emperor was going to smoke.

If the Jade Emperor doesn't smoke, why is it a fire sickle?"

An inch of civility!

This song fell on the paper, and even a trace of literary tone rose, and although it was slow, it would definitely be able to break through an inch by looking at the signs.

The chubby Confucian looked proud, and looked excitedly at the gentle atmosphere like a seedling.

"Long!"

"Long!"

"Long!"

He didn't dare to make a loud noise and disturb the discipline of the examination room, but he kept shouting loudly in his heart.

"Long!"

"Long!"

"Long!"

"You're long!"

The examiner stood there with a strange expression, he really couldn't imagine that there was such a talent in the Spring Festival of the Gongyuan.

This poem is truly stunning!

Not only has it nothing to do with the spring rain.

And the artistic conception is also surprisingly eccentric. It's like a child's book.

But what shocked and unacceptable him the most was that such a poem had a literary atmosphere... And it's close to an inch!

Burst!

In the desperate eyes of Confucian scholars, that trace of literary aura suddenly burst like a bubble.

The examiner felt a lot more comfortable in his heart.

It's amazing!

At such a level, he dared to participate in the Spring Festival.

How confident is that?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but quicken his pace and leave the area as if fleeing.

The Confucian with a slightly chubby face looked at the back of the examiner who seemed to have escaped, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes, and his chin was a little rounded.

"Young Master Ben is really talented, even the examiner is not as good as himself!"

The invigilator who was leaving couldn't help but stagnate, as if he had been hit by 10,000 tons, and an indescribable bitterness rose on his face.

Talent is world-beating!

Not sheep!

It's better to sigh to yourself!

Not again!

。。。

Shaped like a child, Bliss with eyes and eyes sat cross-legged on a low stool.

And only if he is small, he can do so.

An inkstone carved from purple jade rests quietly on the table.

Although this inkstone is not a treasure, the ink polished out is bright in color, and because it is a warm jade, no matter how cold the weather is, the ink in the inkstone will not freeze.

His somewhat immature cheeks looked up at the sky, though there was not a single cloud in the sky. But in his heart there were already dark clouds, lightning and thunder. There are even traces of raindrops falling, forming a curtain of rain in the air. Let heaven and earth be one.

He grabbed the brush that was resting on the table, but his hand stopped again.

The rain is there!

But there is still a lack of spring.

If you solve the problem in this way, you will be angry, and you will not get the comments on A.

The Bliss Boy stopped the urge to write, looked into the air with black and white eyes, and thought again.

Li Zixuan, the chief examiner in a red robe, stood not far from Situ Xing's room, his eyes narrowed slightly, but his eyes never left Situ's room.

Situ Xing sat on the stool, his body straight, and the inkstone in front of him was already full of ink.

The slender tip of the brush is unusually full because it is full of ink, like a ripe fruit, and exudes an attractive aroma.

But Situ had no intention of writing it immediately.

He sat on the stool like an old monk, looking up at the sky, indescribably indifferent. The unspeakable humiliation is not shocked.

"Don't be surprised, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. ”

"Go and stay, and have no intention of wandering with the clouds outside the sky. ”

Li Zixuan's body couldn't help but stiffen, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes kept shrinking.

Situ Xing's seemingly random two short poems actually made him experience a rare state of mind.

It is worthy of Situ Zhenguo, which has the reputation of "Beijun Ten Buckets of Wenqi, and Situ Punishment Monopolizes Eight Buckets".

Although it is only a short half-que. But it can peek at the leopard in the tube, which makes people want to see the whole picture immediately.

However, the breakthrough of this imperial examination is "Spring Rain".

As a beginning, Situ Xing's sentence is obviously a bit off-topic. But fortunately, Situ did not write down, but continued to look up at the sky, as if there were articles and poems in the sky.

Dressed in a cyan Confucian robe, with snow-white hair and a full face, Mr. An Le sat on the stool, looking at the air with a smile on his face, as if he was holding a pearl of wisdom, and as if he had something in his heart, the pen full of ink slid across the paper, leaving a dignified and solemn font like a dragon and snake.

Flowers bloomed on the text, and the flowers bloomed all over the paper, and did not stop, the heavy wooden tabletop, the stool, the floor, and the surface of the room were all filled with flowers that were transformed into culture.

Even Mr. An Le's body bloomed with flowers of magnificent color and extraordinary fragrance.

The Confucian scholars near Mr. An Le smelled an indescribable fragrance, and they all subconsciously twitched their noses and turned their heads to look. When they saw Mr. An Le's beautiful room decorated with flowers, their eyes widened and they all showed disbelief.

"Brilliant brushwork!"

"It's a wonderful pen!"

"I used to think it was just a legend, but I didn't expect that there was really a wonderful pen. ”

Not only were Confucian students shocked, but even the examiners who were inspecting were dumbfounded.

Wonderful brushwork is a kind of realm in calligraphy!

Power through the back of the paper!

Penetrating!

Flowing water!

Iron Painting Silver Hook!

Although these realms are subtle, as long as you are willing to work hard, there will always be a time to reach them.

And the wonderful pen is above these realms, in addition to diligent study and hard practice, but also to have a certain understanding.

Even in Daqian, there are not too many people who can reach this level in magic.

Very rare!

He never thought that there was such a calligrapher hidden in the examination room.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but step forward, and when he saw the beautiful house number decorated with flowers, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

It turned out to be Mr. An Le. No wonder there is such a strong strength.

Mr. An Le was famous all over the world when he was young, and even Emperor Qianpan issued several orders to praise him. Just when everyone thought that Mr. An Le would definitely be able to stand tall in the court, wearing red and purple.

These Mr. An Le retreated bravely at a young age, in the deep mountains, the grass became reeds, imitated the ancients, cultivated self-cultivation, and wrote books and biographies.

wrote "Mr. Yingchuan's Collection", and his reputation in the literary world is unparalleled.

It is not surprising that this old gentleman was able to reach the realm of "wonderful brushwork".

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.

As Mr. An Le's last stroke fell, a trace of white text seemed to emerge like a spring.

One inch!

Two inches!

Three inches!

Four inches!

Five inches!

The tone in the air kept rolling, and there was the sound of thunder, as if there were dragons and snakes in the clouds.

The flowers and plants in the tribute courtyard are even more contrary to the time of the day, blooming at the same time, which is indescribably amazing.

"A hundred flowers bloom!"

"It's a hundred flowers blooming!"

Li Zixuan watched the flowers in front of him grow flower bones at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then bloomed suddenly, releasing an elegant fragrance, and his eyes couldn't help but show a look of shock and disbelief.

"It's so beautiful!"

There seems to be some kind of invisible rhythm, not only the flowers in the Gongyuan Temple bloom at the same time against the time of day, but even the flowers in the northern county city also bloom at the same time.

The fragrance is fragrant, purple and red, indescribably shocking and beautiful!

The dragon prince looked at the withered and somewhat bare plants in front of him, which suddenly grew flower bones at a speed visible to the naked eye, and bloomed in a way that defied the time of day.

Instantly gorgeous, indescribably shocking and beautiful!

"How is this possible?"

"How is this possible?"

The prince of the dragon clan subconsciously stretched out his palm and gently pinched the petals. The petals are unusually soft and have a unique aroma.

It's not a fantasy!

It turned out to be a real flower!

How can a flower bloom against the timing of the day?

What kind of power is it? What kind of poetry is it that has such great power?

The old fox in the deep mountains was also shocked.

He lives in the mountains all the year round and knows everything about grass and trees. He didn't need to stretch out his palm like the dragon prince to know that these flowers were real.

"It's unbelievable!"

"I'm really curious, what kind of poetry can create a grand scene of a hundred flowers blooming?"

Just when everyone was immersed in this beauty, there was a sudden sound of wind and rain. Everyone seemed to have a sense of time and space being reversed, and suddenly returned to the night before.

Beautiful petals withered in the wind and rain, but for some reason, everyone didn't feel heartache.

As if everything was meant to be.

"Wonderful!"

"Wonderful!"

Everyone looked at the withered petals and the wetness of the ground, and there was an indescribable joy and comfort in their hearts.

Wonderful!

It's wonderful!

It is worthy of Mr. Anle.

As soon as this poem comes out, there will be no spring dawn!

Burst!

The stagnant five-inch tone is once again elevated!

Six inches!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

The bell rang six times, the white Wen Qi in the air turned golden, and countless petals were sprinkled, as beautiful as the goddess scattered flowers. There was also a grand voice reciting aloud in the air.