After a slight pause, Ye Xiao said slowly: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is dim, and the young man listens to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, what is the next sentence." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Xu's eyes lit up at first, and then walked around quickly, he vaguely remembered this sentence of poetry, as if he had heard and read it somewhere.

But now I can't think of anything.

patted his head angrily, and finally could only look at Ye Xiao helplessly: "I forgot, you win this game!"

"The broken goose is called the west wind, and now I listen to the rain monk under the furnace, the temples are already stars, and the joys and sorrows are always ruthless!" Ye Xiao glanced at Jiang Xu: "This is the three unique geniuses?"

Jiang Xu's face trembled when he heard this, and the onlookers also looked at each other, but he didn't expect Jiang Xu to lose in the first round.

It's luck, it's bad form.

"I'll come first, chant a poem!" Jiang Xu couldn't wait to say, he must find the field: "The wind and rain are difficult to wash the scars of the heart, the vicissitudes of life will not extinguish the emotional wounds, don't talk lightly about eternity, and only when you are separated can you see desolation!"

After speaking, he looked at Ye Xiao very proudly: "How about it, did you do it?"

Some of the onlookers who knew the poem couldn't help but nod, the poem rhymed neatly, and the parting feelings contained in it were sentimental.

It's a good poem to get into the house.

Being able to write such poems at such an age is really a genius, and it is enough to blow yourself up when you reach the National Poetry Association.

Ye Xiao smiled slightly, and groaned softly, "A touch of autumn wind, a wipe of tears, a song of Xiao and a song of drunkenness, no matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they are easy to be cold, and the sound of the blue rain is waiting for you!"

Gao Yue and Gao Lan suddenly felt a little sentimental for some reason, and some wanted to cry.

At this time, Ye Xiao's temperament suddenly changed.

is no longer so aggressive, no longer so arrogant, very melancholy, and his eyes are very confused, as if he is missing a lover from afar.

I remembered the soft voice of the phone on the train.

I remembered the little pillow I carried with me.

This is a man who interprets affection in arrogance.

Gao Yue and Gao Lan believe that at this moment, Ye Xiao is the real Ye Xiao.

The room was quiet, and after a while, there was the sound of everyone's admiration and exclamation, if Jiang Xu's poems before were sentimental.

That Ye Xiao's poem directly made people cry.

The feelings contained are too strong, and Ye Xiao is still better in terms of the neatness of the corresponding poems.

So there is no doubt that it was Ye Xiao who won again.

Although Jiang Xu was unhappy, he had to admit that he was indeed inferior to Ye Xiao in terms of poetry.

Everyone was amazed, they didn't expect that the first martial arts wizard of the Guwu family, the master of acupuncture, could also write poetry, it was really a hell.

It is said that he can also calligraphy, piano, and drag racing.

Is it really all-powerful, as it has been rumored?

If yes, it's so perverted.

"I haven't lost yet, I still know how to paint, let's compare ancient paintings!"

Jiang Xu said in a panic.

"Okay, whatever you want!"

Ye Xiao sneered all over his face: "The purpose of his life is to destroy all his pride, and then step on it hard, so that it is cool!"

Jiang Xu brought a seven-color brush, a blank picture scroll, opened, flattened, grinded, and embellished.

Then take a deep breath and concentrate on the painting.

One stroke and one hook, one god and one painting, are extremely charming!

It can be seen that Jiang Xu is indeed very accomplished in ancient paintings.

Soon Jiang Xu stopped writing, picked up a bottle of wine from the side and took a sip, and then sprayed it on the painting scroll.

The crowd exclaimed.

Jiang Xu painted on the Qingming rain.

A small river, a flat boat, an old woodcutter, drizzle, the whole picture scroll looks psychedelic and mysterious, especially the few drops of wine on the scroll.

plays the role of the finishing touch, making the whole picture scroll witty.

There is a feeling of feathering and ascending to immortals.

", Jiang Xu has won now, I bet that if this picture scroll is put up for auction, it will definitely be worth tens of millions!"

"Isn't this nonsense? The painting scroll of the eldest young master of the Jiang family, even if it is rubbish, there will be many people rushing to buy it, but, frankly speaking, the level of this painting has definitely reached the level of Chinese painting!"

"666, this painting is really vivid, it gives me the feeling that this river is really in front of me, this is the realm!"

Ye Xiao smiled slightly, this painting is really good, but it is far from qualified to win him.

Ancient paintings are actually similar to calligraphy, and even the artistic conception contained in them is exquisite.

Even if the painting is a little worse, but as long as the artistic conception is strong enough, it is a good painting, he doesn't know much about painting, and he can't do it if he wants to paint a good picture.

Because among the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, carving, and fishing under his control, the least used is painting.

But that doesn't mean he's going to lose.

Picking up the brush at the moment, Ye Qing hurriedly grinded and spread out the scroll.

Everyone's eyes were burning, and they were very curious about what Ye Xiao would draw.

The sword glint in Ye Xiao's eyes flickered, and then the brush in his hand waved quickly, the pen was very heavy, and the bristles of the brush were almost completely sunken and scattered.

The ink is sprinkled all over the scrolls.

There's a graffiti feeling.

Everyone was stunned, .et This is self-defeating, not to mention the effect of painting, such a heavy brush force is not as attractive as the light brush force brought by the painting style.

At this time, the picture scroll gives people a dirty feeling.

Jiang Xu also sneered, this kind of action is a layman at first glance, with such a heavy pen power and so much ink, it is very likely to penetrate the drawing paper, and it is not a crazy grass, stupid X.

Immediately, my heart was light, and I finally found the field, and this time I won!

But immediately everyone was stunned, only to see that as the brush danced wildly in Ye Xiao's hand, the ink was swaying, and a sword was being formed.

At the same time, Ye Xiao's sword momentum became stronger and more terrifying, and the sword flashes in his eyes kept shuttling, and he completely changed this game.

It became a state of cultivation in the wasteland.

The sharp edge is exposed, and the cold stars are shining.

With the formation of the sword with the brush, the next Mai swordsman gradually appeared.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he couldn't see his face or eyes clearly.

The scroll is also only black and white.

But it is more attractive than Jiang Xu's colorful picture scrolls.

There is quite a feeling that one person and one sword can smash all things and despise the common people, powerful, terrifying, and all people shudder.

Some people who don't know martial arts vomit blood collectively, and they can't stand this momentum at all.

Everyone looked at Ye Xiao in shock, and the sky was gone.

It blew up.

You can kill people with pictures alone.

To be able to interpret the momentum of kendo to such a realm, how strong is this understanding of kendo?

How terrifying.

really has the style of a supreme swordsman.

Laugh at!

After the painting scroll was completed, Ye Xiao stopped writing, and everyone didn't dare to look directly, Ye Xiao said slowly: "This painting is called a sword-shaped picture!"

The second more is delivered, there will be three more in a while, the first day of hand Q free, I hope you will support a lot, thank you!

(End of chapter)