This soft crisp sound, this faint "yes", but Wang Sancong jumped up in shock.

He cried out, "Impossible, impossible! ”

The little Taoist priest smiled slightly, and said loudly: "Listen well." ”

"Shanglian: Listen to the rain, live in the rain, live in the rain and listen to the sound of the rain, sound dripping, listen, listen, listen."

"Downlink: Watching the tide, the tide coming, coming to the tide pavilion to watch the tide waves, the waves surging, watching, watching, watching."

"How?"

The Juwen Building exploded, and for a while, the gathering of the literati was more lively than the temple fair.

But no one cares about this, even if he is the most literati person on weekdays, he is also excited at this time with a red face and a thick neck: "Absolutely, absolutely, it was so right?" ”

"For hundreds of years, countless talents, right countless times, but none of them can be neat and fit, and now, the little fairy has come out. I'll go, the little fairy is out! ”

"This Autumn Lake gathering is really worth the trip! It is an honor and a great fortune to be able to participate in this story! ”

And the little Taoist priest is still light and light.

In his heart, he wondered: "Isn't it just the right pair?" Why are these people all like crazy? ”

Liu Qingyan was furious: "What a Zhang Tianyi who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, is it definitely so good and right for eternity?" If it weren't for a flash of inspiration in my mind, I'm afraid that in a few hundred years, no one would be able to do it right! ”

In this way, hehe, this time, Dao Ye's name and my name will really spread far and wide.

Heh, whatever, anyway, I carry Liu Qingyan with me, who am I afraid of?

As soon as he heard the next link, Wang Sancong sat on the chair in a demented state, demented.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and all the scholars were looking at him, with a playful expression on their faces.

Wang Sancong's face turned red, getting redder and redder. He has always been arrogant, self-reliant on his literary talents, and then relying on his family background, he has never bowed his head in this life. But looking at the contempt and disdain that gradually rose in everyone's eyes, Wang Sancong could only get up helplessly.

He said that he would admit defeat in public, if he didn't bow his head, in this life and this life, he would never want to enter the circle of literati again!

Wang Sancong's face was red, his body was trembling, his hands were trembling, and his voice was trembling. He picked up the tea and said, "Little fairy talent, so-and-so, heart infusion!" ”

With that, he drank the tea. The tea was boiling hot, and after drinking it, his whole body was burned.

Li Wenqing smiled: "It's just a joke, how can the third brother still take it seriously." Come on, come on, let's continue to talk about poetry and words. ”

One of them continued: "The third brother invited the little fairy to make two pairs, and the little fairy also made a few pairs, so I can have a lot of fun." ”

The little Taoist priest thought for a while and said, "Okay! ”

"The upper link is: eight sounds of Baotu Spring, four sounds on the stone, four sounds under the stone, and the sound surrounds a pool of spring water."

"Again."

"Shanglian is: a lonely boat, sitting on two or three sorcerers, using four oars and five sails, passing through six beaches and seven bays, going through eight bumps and nine dusts, but it is a pity that it is very late."

"Again."

"Shanglian is: Nanyue Peak, the peak maple, the wind blows the maple and the peak does not move."

"Yes, please."

As soon as this triptych came out, the building was silent.

Li Wenqing sighed: "Eternal absolute, three eternal absolutes have been produced in a row. ”

He shook his body: "The little fairy is really a fairy among the immortals, otherwise, how can he be so omniscient and omnipotent." Even if a mortal is a genius, he will never be so demonic! ”

"Today, I have a gathering in Qiuhu, there are little immortals, and they will be passed on for a hundred generations!"

For a while, in the building, there was a lot of exclamation.

But there are also discordant voices.

Wang Sancong still didn't give up, he stiffened his neck and said: "These three pairs of upper couplets are indeed eternal absolute, but I don't know if the little fairy can get it right." If you only have the upper link, not the lower link, this ability will be a few cuts short after all. ”

The little Taoist priest smiled faintly: "What's so difficult about the next link?" ”

"Listen up."

"Shanglian, Baotu Spring roars eight times, four sounds on the stone, four sounds under the stone, and the sound surrounds a pool of spring water."

"Downlink, the Hanshan bell rings ten, the temple rings five, the temple rings five, and the passenger ship rings for a hundred miles."

"Shanglian, a lonely boat, sat on two or three sausters, enabled four oars and five sails, passed through six beaches and seven bays, and experienced eight ups and downs, but it was very late."

"Downlink, ten years ......"

"Let's live and live," all the scholars in the building shouted: "Little fairy talent, a certain kind of service!" There are only two left, and I will leave them for someone to go back and savor. ”

Li Wenqing smiled: "Yes, yes, yes." It's like a beauty, this half-concealment has a taste, and it is all stripped off at once, so it doesn't mean that. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the scholars in the building laughed.

In the midst of the celebration, only Wang Sancong quietly slipped out. When he slipped away, everyone clearly saw it, but everyone turned a blind eye.

What is the use of such arrogant people, ignorant people, people who do not know how to advance or retreat?

After that, there was a group of harmony, and the literati either tasted poetry or discussed words, and they were not happy.

It's just a pity that the little Taoist priest never opened his mouth again. His fame is so high that everyone doesn't dare to take the initiative to invite.

When he was in the middle of his life, Li Wenqing raised his teacup and said with a smile: "The rules of the Qiuhu Literary Meeting, each literary meeting takes turns to preside. Planning a meeting is time-consuming and costly, so the presiding officer has the privilege of asking for a pair of ink treasures from anyone in the meeting. ”

"Since the little fairy is here today, this is a good opportunity for eternity. A certain is cheeky and asks the little fairy to give Mobao a pair. ”

Write, write! The little Taoist priest was dumbfounded.

I'll go, this is not to move the mouth, this is to do it!

It's miserable, it's miserable, I'm just exposed!

The little Taoist priest had the heart to refuse, but looking at the expectant eyes of the scholars, he really couldn't find a reason to refuse.

That's what it's like to be roasted on a fire!

The little Taoist priest had a horizontal heart and gritted his teeth. Well, spell it!

Lifting the pen, taking a deep breath, the little Taoist priest waved it and put the pen down.

Immediately, all the scholars rushed up, scrambling to see it. Then, there was silence in Juwen Building!

What's this, this, what's written? Why do I seem to recognize these words, and why do I not seem to recognize them?

I don't understand it, right, I can't understand it. Because this is, ghost drawing. The little Taoist smiled bitterly in his heart: "Don't think you can't understand it, I'll see it myself when I get some time, and I guess I won't be able to understand it." ”

It can't be just cold, so the little Taoist priest cleared his throat and said loudly:

Cruelty

Sitting alone under the eaves blowing the purple flute, the cold rain and the remnants of spring are relatively far away.

Today's stars are not last night, for whom is the wind and the midnight open?

As soon as this poem came out, there was a roar of applause in the Juwen Building, and all the scholars chanted more than that, and sighed for a while.

It's just that Li Wenqing pointed to this ink treasure: "In this way, this word is a bit similar." This 'sitting alone' is barely recognizable, this eaves word is like this, uh-huh. ”

I really couldn't comment anymore, Li Wenqing could only say: "The words of the little fairy are really unique, unique, I'll wait, well, this, out of reach." ”

Hey, if you can't do it, you can only make up for it by moving your mouth. The little Taoist priest coughed and said: "In the past, the ancient god Cangjie made words, saw the distribution of stars in the sky, looked at the veins of mountains and rivers on the earth, and looked at the birds, beasts, insects and fish in the world, and finally traced and painted and created all kinds of different words. And these words, every stroke, every stroke has divine power! ”

"The words written by the ancient ancestors are full of divine power. Write the word 'rain', and there will be aquatic life in the sky. Write the word 'thunder', and there will be thunder in the sky. Write the word 'flower', and there will be a floral fragrance in the air. Therefore, until the pre-Qin period, those historians still believed that words have divine power, words are extremely sacred, and they must not be lightly written, and they must be cautious! ”

"Helplessly, although Cangjie has divine power, it is too difficult to write, and there are very few people in the world who can write. No matter how magical such words are, they are really not conducive to communication. Therefore, the ancestors after Cangjie simplified the characters. After that, everyone can write. But it lost its divine power and became an ordinary thing. ”

Poor Dao felt this, so he wanted to restore the divine power of words. In this way, to exorcise demons and destroy evil spirits, you can write. One word, one law is born, ghosts and gods are destroyed, how comfortable and free this is! ”

"What to do? Poor Dao thought of Fu Seal. Drawing characters is actually writing, but the words written by drawing characters are very different from the words we write on weekdays. So under the inspiration of the poor Dao, he combined writing and drawing symbols into one, creating this kind of symbols! ”

As soon as these words came out, all the scholars in Juwen Building suddenly realized, and then took a closer look at the ink treasure of the little fairy. Sure enough, to say that these are words is not to say that these are symbols. Exactly, runes!

Li Wenqing asked in a trembling voice: "Then may I ask the little immortal, how is this rune divine power now?" Can mortals like little immortals, write a word, that is, draw a symbol, and then drive away ghosts and evil? ”

As soon as they heard this, all the scholars trembled, and they all looked at the little Taoist priest, and their eyes were shining.

I'll go, this cowhide is blowing so big that it's going to be blown up. What to do?

The little Taoist priest sighed: "Hey, these runes are poor to write, and they really have a bit of mana." Although it is not as good as Cangjie, writing rain can produce water, but it can still be done to deter ghosts and evils. ”

It was only later that Poor Dao discovered that these runes were only written by Poor Dao, and they were of some use. Someone else writes it, even if it is a Taoist priest who has practice, it is useless! ”

So in the end, the poor road was just a few years wasted. It's a shame to think about it! ”

All the scholars in the building lamented in unison!

The dream is shattered!

Only Li Wenqing's eyes were still shining: "In other words, what the little fairy wrote by himself still has some mana?" ”

The little Taoist priest nodded.

Li Wenqing was overjoyed, but before he could put away this ink treasure, someone who understood it had already grabbed it with one hand: "Well, this song "Cruel Love" is deeply liked by me, Brother Wenqing, give me this pair." As an exchange for my family's treasures, Brother Wen Qing can take a copy at will. ”

Li Wenqing was furious: "What are you doing, don't rob it, this is the old man's." Whoever dares to rob it, the old man will definitely turn his face, he will really turn his face. ”

Seeing that there was a sudden mess in front of his desk, the little Taoist priest was dumbfounded:

I'll go, it seems that Dao Ye and I won't sell spirit talismans in the future, and if I sell this ghost painting talisman, I can also earn a mountain of gold and silver!