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Liu Yanchang holds a wolf's hair in his hand, and this dry ink pen is handsome and extraordinary, but it makes people's eyes shine and their minds are elegant.

Liu Yanchang's handwriting is good, but the poems he made are ...... It's a song with a subtle font, rich content, and a floating artistic conception... Huang Shi!

Seeing this scene on the side, the corners of Ding Quan's eyes twitched, and he even pinched himself to see if he was dreaming, and when he really felt the pain in his thigh, he couldn't help but pat his forehead, stepped forward to stop Liu Yanchang and said, "Brother Liu, you are..."

Liu Yanchang also wrote to the micro end at this time, and when he saw Ding Quan coming to ask, he didn't look back, but replied with a smile: "Seeing the fairy of the goddess, it was a whim, but it was a little ridiculous, and Brother Ding is not strange."

A whim?

Hearing Liu Yanchang say this, Ding Quan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the Song Dynasty scholars wrote some scattered poems with "taste", which was also a fine poem, and it was not a problem.

He was really afraid that Liu Yanchang would also go crazy, in that case, he should wonder if it was the mountain spirit in the temple that harmed the two people who were traveling with him.

Thinking like this in his heart, Ding Quan couldn't care about the matter of staying overnight that he had just discussed with Liu Yanchang at this time, and after thinking about it, he still spoke: "It's getting late at this time, why don't we go earlier?" ”

Ding Quan really doesn't want to stay in this goddess temple, today this thing from the inside to the outside is revealing a sense of evil, if he stays any longer, he is afraid that he himself will suddenly see this stone statue like a fairy after a while, and then he will fall in love with the two people in front of him, and he will not vomit unpleasantly......

God knows if there is a mountain charm in this barren mountain range?

panicked in his heart, but Ding Quan was a little more urgent, so he almost pulled Liu Yanchang's sleeve and left.

The pen and ink on the table have not been cleaned up, and Zhao Han on the side is still looking at the goddess statue in a daze, but Ding Quan's urgent appearance makes Liu Yanchang not know what to do.

With a wry smile, Liu Yanchang said to Ding Quan: "Brother Ding, don't worry, wait for the younger brother to clean up the pen and ink on the table, and we will go down the mountain."

It is also Liu Yanchang's chance to come, just when he turned around, the long tail of the coat behind him actually knocked over the ink table placed on the table, and a large piece of ink was directly scattered on the table, and when he wanted to clean up, there were already three or two drops on the shoes of the statue of the goddess.

"This ......"

Liu Yanchang was a little panicked, and then saw him directly wave his sleeves and wipe it on the shoes of the goddess.

The sleeves made contact with the boots, and the next moment, in Zhao Han's eyes, a fluorescent light fell from the sky, and it went straight to the Huashan where they were located.

"Is it really a goddess descending to earth?"

Next to the statue of the goddess, Zhao Han looked at this scene with wide eyes, not to mention the turmoil in his heart.

After a long time, I gave gold and showed my affection, but no one has soiled your shoes to deserve your attention?

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Han closed his mouth at this time.

I saw a flash of inspiration on the marble statue in front of him, and an invisible spiritual light rose from the body of this goddess statue, and it seemed that this Huashan goddess was actually a primordial god!

The Shinto Yuan Shen is not visible if he has no cultivation, and Liu Yanchang and Ding Quan are still cleaning up the mess on the side.

While cleaning up, Liu Yanchang also told his admiration for the goddess of Huashan.

Should it be said that it is a bad fate?

In Zhao Han's eyes, the first sight of this Huashan goddess was attracted by the scholar in front of her who wiped her boots with her sleeves, and on the other side, Ding Quan was still reciting the "obscene poem" made by Liu Yanchang, constantly boasting about Liu Yanchang's literary brilliance.

With Ding Quan's words, the goddess of Huashan really looked at the wall of the poem, and she still started chanting.

"The smoke and rain should be hazy, Qingshan will meet the red platform again, where is the half-body marriage, I can see the goddess in a dream, the red luan is soft and is solved by the green shirt, and a dream is free......"

The voice is warm and refined, such as Huang Li's name and emerald. With some natural arrogance, but also a little playfulness.

At this time, the goddess of Huashan, who has not yet come out of the cabinet, is really a rare wonderful person.

It's a pity that this wonderful person is for Liu Yanchang, and Zhao Han on the side has a table full of gold coins, but people haven't even looked at it.

What is fate?

That's fate!

Zhao Han's daughter can't get a daughter, but Liu Yanchang has a few sour poems that provoke the goddess's heart, and this Liu Yanchang also opened a plug-in!

For such a result, Zhao Han was not half surprised, if he could buy a fairy to marry with gold, then the emperor's harem would have been filled with fairies falling from the sky.

It looks like he's still doing his old job....

After a few words of emotion in his heart, Zhao Han slowly walked to Liu Yanchang's side and said, "Brother Liu, don't be busy first, I don't know if you can borrow pen and ink?" ”

Liu Yanchang turned his head to look at him, not knowing what Zhao Han meant.

Zhao Han touched his nose, and under the gaze of Ding Quan and the goddess of Huashan on the side, he said softly: "Originally, I planned to use all my family wealth to exchange it for gold coins to smile at the goddess, but I can see Brother Liu's actions, but I feel that the gold and silver are sour and smelly, I just want to spit out the love in my heart with pen and ink, and ask Brother Liu to help me."

While speaking, Zhao Han bowed to Liu Yanchang.

Just kidding, the goddess of Huashan likes poetry?

Don't know what I'm doing? I'm a great writer (plagiarism), I can even write (copy) the Baolian lantern, and I can be worse than you as a scholar with a few lines of poetry?

Zhao Han's thoughts Liu Yanchang doesn't know, but in his eyes, Zhao Han is just a rich man who is curious for a while, and the ink in his stomach is definitely not as good as his.

I have to say, sometimes serendipity is terrible.

Just when Liu Yanchang had a comparison mentality in his heart and handed over the pen and ink to Zhao Han, Liu Chan, who was originally attached to the stone statue, also looked at it.

This person seemed familiar to her?

It's like she's seen it before, and it's left some marks on her mind.

When......

Curious in her heart, Liu Chan looked at Zhao Han with a hint of interest in her eyes, it was a strange feeling mixed with curiosity and expectation, she wanted to see what poems the delicate scholar in front of her could make.

What can Zhao Han do?

He must have "composed" a poem that was appropriate to the occasion and impressive.

I saw that he took the pen and ink from Liu Yanchang's hand, and with a turn of his five fingers, the hilly wolf Hao turned around in his hand, stained with a little ink, turned his head and smiled at the statue of the goddess, and the wolf in Zhao Han's hand began to rush to the wall to write.

As soon as the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Pen and ink book and paper is the foundation, can go up to the wall is the ability, if you can write a good hand on the wall, that is ten years of hard work to get the skill!

Zhao Han has stayed in the White Snake world for a hundred years, and he is a guy who writes books for fun, but this hand of calligraphy is comparable to everyone in the world, and people can't jump out of many problems.

The wolf is swaying, the ink pen is thinking, the iron is hanging with silver hooks, the book is on the wall!

"Okay, Brother Zhao's pen and ink is no worse than his father"

"The tone of this ink pen is really admirable"

"It's a pity that there is no wine here, otherwise the two of us should give Brother Zhao a glass"

"Brother Ding praised this word, this word should be given to a thousand cups of wine, no matter what the gold list is in the future, just talk about Brother Zhao's writing, it should be in the forefront of the Weiyang Palace"

Words of praise and praise kept coming out of Liu Yanchang and Ding Quan's mouths, no matter what the two of them thought of Zhao Han, but this dragon and snake spirit should be obeyed, and the hundred words of poetry fell on the wall, no matter what the poem was, just the pen that walked the dragon and snake, with the man's tough and tough font, made Ding Quan and Liu Yanchang who were watching on the side excited and couldn't help but shout.

Zhao Han just smiled proudly at this.

Don't talk about anything else, but just talk about the artistic conception of this ink, he Zhao Han was also a well-known national player in the Great Song Dynasty, how can he wait for a hundred years to write a book?

There are no less than 10 million pen practice, and published books are popular all over the empire, if you don't have a good pen and ink, how can you make those arrogant literati stop and watch?

Not to mention the artistic conception in the words!

Looking at the entire empire, how many literati can be like him, charging into battle with guns, and driving three thousand miles with the director of the West Stygian Sea?

Ligatures are like practicing guns, and practicing guns are flying!

This handwriting and ink is the same as his marksmanship, which has been precipitated over dozens of hundreds of years, and how can it be compared with young people like Liu Yanchang and Ding Quan?

Compared with Liu Yanchang and Ding Quan, who were all in a mood for Zhao Han's words, the goddess of Huashan attached to the stone statue on the other side was shining at this time.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan, waiting for idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable... Don't wait, the young game is sad, the vicissitudes of the world, only sad and lovesick can not be seen, revisit the hometown, see the beauty is still the same, but the green silk is hard to break, today is fate, take care of the ups and downs to come to see"

After muttering to the end, when she turned her head to look at Zhao Han, her eyes became gentle.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan.... But this man's poetry is..."

A little strangeness flashed on her face, Liu Chan's gaze subconsciously swept to her offering table, and then her face couldn't help but become a little pink.

Why?

Because the daughter placed on the table has not been collected, and Liu Chan also felt what Zhao Han had just said to her at the table.

"What a disciple...."

After sensing it, Liu Chan, who was already a little blushing, couldn't help but feel a little hot cheeks, and gave Zhao Han a big roll of his eyes after groaning in his mouth.

Of course, Liu Chan at this time is not a secret promise, but Zhao Han must have left a deep impression in her heart, as for Li Yanchang, who just gave her a shoeshine?

Whether it is appearance or figure, even the martial arts are not as good as Zhao Han, and he has been completely ignored by Liu Chan at this time......