After talking about music for a long time, Grandpa Yiyi spoke: "Yunyun, you sent such a beautiful song to your grandmother, so you are not ready to send something to your grandfather?" ”

"You old man, how can you open your mouth and ask your grandson-in-law for something." Grandma Yiyi is unhappy, and now she is very precious to this grandson-in-law.

"Grandpa, I heard Yiyi say that you like calligraphy, I will write you a picture on the spot today, I hope you can like it."

Came to Yiyi's grandfather's study. Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Yun took out rice paper, brushes, and ink that had been researched in advance. Yiyi spreads the rice paper on the desk. Chen Yun dipped his pen in ink: "Grandpa, it's ugly." ”

Chen Yun wrote in block letters, which are horizontal and vertical, square, and have distinct angles, which is very suitable for the poem that Chen Yun wants to write.

Sixteen-character order three songs

Mountain, fast horse whip not under the saddle.

Looking back, three feet from the sky.

After the first que was written, Yiyi's grandfather's eyes widened.

The mountains, the sea and the rivers are rolling.

The galloping is urgent, and the battle of thousands of horses is still in full swing.

After the second que was written, Chen Junsheng's whole body trembled.

The mountain, piercing the blue sky, is not broken.

The heavens want to fall, and they depend on it.

The last que was written, and all the onlookers were epilepsy.

I would like to send this poem to my grandfather, and I wish my grandfather happiness such as the East China Sea, and longevity than Nanshan. --Grandson-in-law Chen Yun.

Everyone present could hear the sound of their heartbeats. Especially Grandpa Yiyi, who is already about to collapse. He likes calligraphy and majestic poetry, and he has seen both of them today! This poem is so shocking, just three small poems, the towering momentum of the mountain, broad and majestic, bold and free, all written. And it is a sentence that is natural and charming, a stroke of genius, showing the posture and style of the mountain. The person who can write such a poem is definitely a promising talent!

"Chen Yun, who wrote this poem?" Grandpa Yiyi asked with a big breath.

"Yes, which great man wrote this? How I've never heard of it. It's too atmospheric. It makes people's blood boil when they watch it once. Chen Junsheng also asked.

Forehead... This was written by the great founding president, but there is no such thing as him in this world, what should I do, it can only be written by me Chen Yun!

"Grandpa, uncle, this is what I wrote. It's not on the Internet, you can't find it. Chen Yun threw out a big bomb.

Everyone is speechless, can we not make trouble? Can this kind of heroic verse be written by a 16-year-old kid of yours? Although you are versatile, you don't have a good relationship with this.

"Don't make a fuss, let's talk about it, I'm too curious about which famous artist's work it is. Whoever can write such a poem will never be unknown. Wei Leying also urged.

"I really wrote it. If you don't believe it, the old rules, you can ask questions on the spot. I wrote on the spot, guaranteed to be majestic. ”

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You're going to be in heaven.

Chen Junsheng said suspiciously: "Are you really so confident? ”

Chen Yiyi: "Chen Yun is almost enough, you have played a little too much." ”

Wei Leying also chimed in: "Forget it, I'll wait for this calligraphy to be framed and hung in the study for my father." ”

"No! I have to know today who wrote it. Grandpa Yiyi's temper came up: "Yunyun, be honest, I'm really out of the question." Let me tell you, it's too late to regret admitting your mistake now, otherwise you won't be able to answer for a while, and the matter between you and Yiyi will be over, and the fate destined by God will not work. My grandson-in-law, no matter how good he is, his character is not good, everything is in vain! ”

"Grandpa, believe me, please ask the question." Chen Yun said confidently, just kidding, can we do something that we are not sure of?

"You use Yue Fei to bring me a song."

Yue Fei? Historical figures? That's not easy to write. Chen Yiyi looked at Chen Yun worriedly.

Chen Yun listened to it and wrote it directly.

There is also Yue Fei in this world, and he is also a loyal person who serves the country, but there are very few works about him in this world, almost zero, since I came to this world, then, let me write a strong stroke in cultural history for you!

Boil over! Leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests.

Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons.

Don't wait for the young man's head to be white, empty and sad!

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing; When will the courtiers perish?

Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain!

Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood.

To clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, towards the sky!

After writing a poem, in the dumbfounded eyes of Grandpa Yiyi, Chen Yun did not pause at all, and picked up the pen and wrote again!

The snow is boundless on the Shenzhou Road, and the wind is blowing the flags and beating the war drums.

Millions of loyal people serve the country, defending the three dynasties without holy masters.

Sit back and watch the flesh and blood humiliate, and endure watching the gold thief guard Middle-earth.

When will the anger of the heavens be aroused? The three armies smashed the Huanglong Mansion directly!

After the second poem was written, Chen Junsheng began to gasp, Chen Yun did not stop writing, and wrote again!

Pima came south to cross the Zhejiang River, and the Biancheng Palace was far away.

Whoever surrenders to the generals of Zhongxing will be the traitors of the country to discuss peace.

The yellow leaf ancient ancestral hall is cold and rainy, and there are many green mountains and barren mounds and white clouds.

How to say goodbye to Zhu Xianzhen, and don't see the general playing a triumphant song!

After the three poems were written, Wei Leying covered her chest with her hands, but Chen Yun still didn't stop, write again!

The general's burial place, passer-by-style heroic style.

The Northern Expedition was martyred before his death, and the name of Nanzhi was after his death.

Dry and different, tears are the same in ancient times.

On the hill, the sky is shining.

After the four poems were written, Chen Yiyi was crumbling, Chen Yun's brush was inked, and then he wrote!

The big tree has no branches to the north wind, and the thousand years of hatred weep heroes.

The edict of the class teacher has become three halls, and the shooting poem still says two palaces.

Every time I remember who asked for a sword above, the empty temple hid the bow.

Looking back on Qixia Ridge, I don't see the white fog of the tombs.

After the five poems were written, Grandma Yiyi couldn't hold the table, Chen Yun took a brush and wrote again!

It is easy to shake the mountain and difficult to shake the army, and the military number Yue family has a perfect strategy.

Yan and Song Dynasty had no supreme strategy, and Zhu Xian settled the Central Plains in a battle.

Huanglong smashed the minister's wishes, and the gold-lettered card came to the cold.

Infinite turmoil and infinite hatred, poor two saints will not return.

After the sixth song is written, let's stop here, make up a six-six Shun, Chen Yun put down the brush and looked at Grandpa Yiyi.

"Grandpa, I wrote a few random poems, do you think it's okay? Why don't I write a few more? ”

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Why is it okay?

Okay big deal!

Don't write it!

Don't write it!

Write about us people who should hit the road again!

I believe you wrote it!

What kind of species are you? People have to think about writing a poem for a long time, how did they get to you, it's faster than copying books!

Grandpa Yiyi slumped on the chair: "Junsheng, where did you find the demon to scare me, I'm too old to stand it." Get rid of him. ”

Chen Junsheng trembled: "I didn't know he was so wicked." Yiyi, why don't we change the object, and the demon object, you will be scared to death sooner or later. ”

Wei Leying shook her legs and said, "Chen Yun, which Wenqu star are you reincarnated, I will worship you, you should go to heaven quickly." Stop making waves in the mortal world. ”

Grandma Yiyi gasped: "Son-in-law, no, no, young man, our Chenjiamen Temple can't afford to support you as a god, so you should change it." ”

Chen Yiyi: "Chen Yun... I'm going to think carefully about the future of both of us... I'm a human, you're a demon, our children, you won't become a monster, right..."

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Who is the wicked? I'm not!