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Bai Ziyue's spiritual thoughts became more and more intoxicated, he didn't drink, but his thoughts were a little drunk, the ghost and fairy thoughts of the Six Tribulations and Thunder Tribulations were drunk in this poem, snow, and plum scene.

How terrible is that? Even the creator of seven or eight eons can't make him indulge in thoughts, his thoughts will be destroyed, they will be struck, they will be defeated, but it can't be like this.

It's not just Bai Ziyue who is drunk with this, even Wang Daoyi himself, who chanted this poem, was also hooked into the intoxication of this poem accompanied by the scenery of Xuemei, and the others, Hong Yi, Hong Xuejiao, Yongchun County Lord, and those servants and guards behind Yang Tong and Jing Yuxing, who have a certain foundation of talent, are all drunk.

The first person to wake up from this artistic conception of nothingness was Wang Daoyi himself, which is not surprising, although he is a mortal at this time, but after all, the essential realm is not a mortal.

The second one is not Bai Ziyue, who is the highest cultivator in the field, but Hong Yi, at this time, as soon as he woke up, he rushed into the house like a demon, picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the room, came to the wine table, squeezed open the empty wine jar on the wine table, laid out a blank picture scroll, and the inkstone was placed, and it was too late to pour water, so he directly poured Huangyun wine to grind the ink, grinding out thick black ink, licking the tip of the brush with his mouth, staining it with ink, or splashing ink, writing in a hurry, and actually started to paint.

Hong Yifu drew out the artistic conception of nothingness just now, only to see that in the black and white landscape painting in the scroll, there were three houses, a group of servants as the background behind him, five or six people around the wine table, and three drunken foxes and stoves. Cook wine, enjoy the snow, and enjoy the plums. Snowflakes are falling in the sky, plum blossoms and snowflakes bloom outside the house, as if there is a very far world on the horizon, this painting has just been made, Hong Yi has thrown away the brush used in painting, replaced it with a smaller brush, and dipped it in ink. On the left side of the painting, the preface is mentioned in the blank, and the events of today are roughly written, as well as the dispute between Mei Xue and Meixue. Then, the two poems were written out with a pen at the bottom of the right side of the painting, and the poems were written separately: Xuemei 1, Xuemei 2.

Finally, he inscribed the title of this poem and painting - "Title West Mountain and Friends Appreciate Snow Plums". At last. signed his name next to the poem, Hong Yi.

As soon as the painting was completed, Hong Yi collapsed to the side, picked up the wine jar, drank the wine, and handed the brush to Wang Daoyi before pouring.

"Brother Dao, this painting is made by me, but this poem is made by you. When signing alongside. ”

Wang Dao's eyes were like lightning, and he didn't say anything. Crossing the collapsed Hong Yi, he took the brush and wrote his name next to Hong Yi, Wang Daoyi.

Stampede Tread...... The sound of the snow treading was heard.

I saw that the largest mastiff came over, it was the one possessed by Bai Ziyue, and when he walked over, Yang Tong, Hong Xuejiao and others were also awakened one after another.

Yang Tong, Hong Xuejiao, Jing Yuxing, and the four of Yongchun County Lord were taken aback, as well as several martial arts master-level guards who were secretly protecting behind them, all saw the difference in the eyes of this mastiff, that actually had a spiritual aura, and was no longer a beast, and then Jing Yuxing shouted urgently: "This is a ghost immortal, a means only for the possession of ghosts and immortals, who is Your Excellency?" ”

"Junior, I have some eyesight...... I came to Xishan just to visit my friends of the Pure Fox Clan, and I found that a few of you came here to hunt, but fortunately you didn't do anything, hum, otherwise no one would have been able to leave Xishan today...... Don't panic, you juniors can't let me make a move, Yang Tuo and Hong Xuanji are almost the same. ”

"Don't get in my way, I can witness and hear the birth of these two ancient Xuemei poems here, and this kid surnamed Hong cleverly painted the artistic conception just now, the owner of this painting and the poem have signed, I, the witness, can not miss this lively, this is a beautiful story that can be passed down through the ages in the future."

The mastiff possessed by Bai Ziyue, like a human being, temporarily opened the mouthpiece acupoint, spoke human words, after finishing speaking, ignored everyone's attention, came to the painting table, stopped, and the mastiff carefully appreciated the painting, as if the artistic conception just now resurfaced.

"Good poems, good words, good paintings, and the artistic conception just now is drawn into three points, this poetry and painting really want to snatch it...... It's just that this kind of thing is too indecent, and no matter what, I will put pen to paper as a witness, and it is not in vain that I have come here, which is really a great blessing......"

Mastiffs only have claws, how can they hold a pen? But seeing its mastiff head condensed, he looked at the brush that Wang Daoyi had just signed on the table, and the pen floated silently, as if someone was holding it invisibly, and then he also wrote its name next to Wang Daoyi's name on the painting, Bai Ziyue.

"Oh, this word, hiss, this word is so peculiar, the handwriting is thin, thin and does not lose its flesh, and the turning point is to see Zangfeng, what a strange thing! Is this your word? Do you have an original font? Ah, yes, yes, people who can make such eternal Xuemei poems have their own majestic ravines in their hearts, wonderful, wonderful, just this word is worth the trip. ”

After Bai Ziyue finished mentioning the words, he just wanted to leave directly, but after his eyes saw Wang Daoyi's words, he immediately sucked his eyes, why? Because the calligraphy used by Wang Daoyi is the slim body created by Song Huizong, the most famous Song Emperor in China.

At that time, Song Huizong, the penmanship was thin and hard, he first learned Huang Tingjian, and then learned Chu Suiliang, Xue Ji, and Xue Yao brothers, and mixed the strengths of each family and their own ideas, and finally created a unique "thin gold book" style.

This font is very strong in color, and it can be described as "like bending iron and breaking gold". It is a kind of calligraphy that must be learned in the modern calligraphy world.

Wang Dao learned calligraphy when he was a primary school student, which was very envious of this beautiful word, but unfortunately, his personality jumped out at that time, and he didn't have the heart to practice words with perseverance, and when he grew up, he was busy working to earn money, and the word was like that, not to say ugly, that was about the same.

Until Wang Dao became the master of the infinite super-god space, after cultivating for the depths of the day, in the days of the earth, he practiced back to this font in his spare time, and finally reached a realm that ordinary people could not reach in calligraphy, not to mention the great grandmaster level, that is almost the same, and the great grandmaster-level calligrapher is not as high as the royal road, the Yuan Shen period is a master, and the kung fu of practicing a word for a day is more outrageous than the kung fu of a mortal for a year.

Today's signature, he subconsciously wrote it, but it was the thin muscle calligraphy he used, which made Bai Ziyue, who had never seen this kind of font, admire again.

Bai Ziyue's exclamation attracted Yang Tong, and Jing Yuxing was curious for a while, but because of his fear of this unknown possessed ghost immortal, he didn't dare to come up for the time being, so he had to hold back his curiosity and not dare to move.

And Bai Ziyue didn't stay for long, he read the poems and paintings again, as well as Wang Daoyi's words, and then returned to the snow to lie down, and the next moment, the mastiff shook all over, and a pair of dog eyes had lost that aura, Yang Tong and the others knew that this ghost fairy had left, at least on the surface, as for whether there was any monitoring nearby, I don't know.

…………………… (To be continued......)