Chapter One Hundred and Two

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, the moon would meet. The white-haired old man read aloud: "Okay, what a poem! Using clouds, flowers, dew, jade mountains, yaotai, moonlight, etc., a pigment and light words, praising the princess's appearance, but without revealing traces, seconds, seconds! The words are also good, although the skills are a little insufficient, but the heroic spirit is compelling!"

After the old man commented on the first song, his eyes moved to the second song: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable." Shattered void, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if it is difficult to get acquainted, the shape has changed, and the appearance is flying.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, Xiaoxuan window, and now I cherish makeup. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

After the old man finished reading, he frowned slightly, and looked at Sanshao with a hint of inquiry: "Words are good words, rich feelings and straightforward brushwork complement each other, blending sorrow and self-sighing, sincere feelings, sad and heartbroken, and tear-jerking to read......! What we're trying today is poetry! It's a pity, it's a pity...... Tang Gongzi, may I ask what this is...... Why?"

The words are good words, but except for Yang Tian, who can really understand them, even if it is poetry, everyone can't understand all the intentions expressed by Sanshao.

The "Zhen" in "Xianzhen Makeup" actually means "true", and the meaning that Sanshao wants to express is to restore his daughter's body and meet Yang Tian.

Hearing the old man's question, everyone's eyes were focused on Sanshao's body, waiting for Sanshao's answer.

But at this time, the third young man's eyes were fixed on Yang Tian, as if he hadn't heard the old man's question at all.

Yang Tian was also quietly staring at Sanshao.

The two of them have already begun to look at each other when Sanshao's poems are displayed.

When Yang Tian saw Sanshao write the "word". Already surprised. But when I saw the content of the "word", I was even more surprised. The meaning of the words is evident between the lines. Let him understand. The clever Sanshao seems to have seen through him!

"It's you!"

San Shaodi's voice appeared in Yang Tiandi's mind with a hint of trembling.

"What?"

"Bastard. I know you just turn to ashes! Don't think you've changed. I don't recognize you!

"Ahem. No way. Can you recognize the little third son? How do you do that?" heard San Shao's unusually affirmative tone. Yang Tian no longer insisted.

"Sure enough, it's you...... Fortunately, I know that you can't be measured by common sense, perverted ......," Sanshao said, struggling to control his emotions and expressions.

"Uh...... I haven't seen you for ten years, but I didn't expect my little third son to be so smart...... And it's getting prettier......"

"Why are you doing this?" asked San Shao, puzzled.

"I'll explain it to you then, I can't expose it now...... Don't stare at your brother!"

It was at this time that the white-haired old man asked Sanshao.

......

"This ...... It's really inspiration, and the younger generation has to be in love, and they don't want to let this inspiration disappear, so ...... I have to ...... like this," San Shao thought for a moment and said in a deep voice.

"Inspired...... Indeed, it is...... Well, although you are using words instead of poems, which is against the rules of the competition, you are really good at words, and it can be called a quatrain! The old man made an exception and still gave you 90 points! Calligraphy 90, poetry 90! Everyone should also rate it!"

"Thank you!" San Shao bowed slightly.

......

At the beginning of this game, San Shao looked at Xuanyuan Nan's relaxed appearance, and the smile on the corner of his mouth, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was wrong, after she wrote the first poem praising the little princess, Yang Tian's past still kept coming to mind, thinking of his shamelessness, perverted, and the incredible again and again, as well as the gaze that looked at herself yesterday, and the performance of the past two days, Sanshao finally made a bold guess, because of this, she removed the poem that was originally prepared for free play, and wrote the first poem in her life!

Because, she believed that as long as Yang Tian's pervert was there, Shi Wa Tianyu would not achieve the final victory no matter what, so she dared to change the poem into words so boldly!

......

"Swatianyu works!"

After finalizing the score of the three less, it was finally Schwatianyu's turn. Yang Tian really wanted to know how good this guy was.

When the girl put Schwatianyu's work into a special crystal, the two poems suddenly entered everyone's eyes.

Suddenly, many referees widened their eyes in surprise, as if they didn't believe what they were seeing, including Yang Tian.

"Good words! There are people in the world with such strong pen power! Such words, such poems...... It's still done within the time limit, it's really not easy!" many referees praised.

Words are like people, a person who is a reader with insight into human feelings, looking at the other party's writing on the ground, can basically determine a person's ability, all the literati present have not seen such a powerful person! Every stroke, every stroke, is like a dragon soaring over the nine heavens and earths, and the dragon veins of mountains and rivers! Dragon tendons, dragon bones, dragon blood, and dragon meat! Contains a majestic artistic conception that makes people suffocate!

Although it is a black word, it is invisible

People have a feeling of emitting a golden light, and just the words carry a kind of contempt > strictness!

"Luopu returns to the snow, Wushan is like a cloud; The eyes are shy, the lips are smiling, the wind is swept by the grape belt, and the sunshine pomegranate skirt. ”

"What a 'good one has heard of in the past'! good, good!" commented the white-haired old man.

After the white-haired old man shouted twice in a row, he continued to read the next poem: "Is Jin Lin a thing in the pool, it will turn into a dragon when it encounters a storm;

"Ask who the heroes of the world belong to, talk and laugh, my lord ups and downs! What a powerful momentum!! words, 100 points! Poetry, 100 points!" The white-haired old man was the first to take the lead and said.

"One hundred!" ......

Immediately afterwards, all the judges did not hesitate to show the words of 100 points, such words, such poems, have exceeded their expectations!

Seeing such a high score of Shi Wa Tianyu, Yang Tian didn't care at all, but he had to admit in his heart that this kid's words were indeed extraordinary, and his poems were quite good.

There was no trace of smugness on Shi Watianyu's face, but after hearing the score, his eyes glanced at Xuanyuan Nan indifferently, and he was also looking forward to what kind of performance Xuanyuan Nan's words and poems had!

"The last one, Xuanyuan Nan's work!"

With the chief examiner shouting, the girl slowly came to the special magic crystal in front of the attention of everyone, and skillfully put Xuanyuan Nan's two works into the magic crystal.

Xuanyuan Nan's amazing performance in the piano competition, as well as the unusually alternative and B-strong performance at the time of this competition, have already aroused everyone's interest, no questions asked, among all the contestants, his expectations are the highest!

"Ahh

At the moment when Xuanyuan Nan's calligraphy and painting just entered everyone's eyes, an exclamation came out of everyone's mouths, even the cultivators who didn't understand calligraphy and poetry widened their eyes in surprise!

And Emperor Huafeng, Xuanyuan Shang, and many powerful people, as well as dozens of judges, even including the top literati white-haired old man, all of them were instantly stunned the moment they saw Yang Tian's calligraphy and paintings!

There is no word to describe the mood of everyone at this time, only the shock ripples in their hearts!

What is perfection? This is perfection!

"Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving;

Just one sentence "clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving" surpassed everyone's praise for the little princess, because there is no sentence more in line with the little princess's cuteness and innocence. But this is not the most amazing, the most amazing thing is the words that Yang Tian wrote this poem!

The words of this poem do not have the heroic spirit of the three less, and there is no majesty of Shi Wa Tianyu, but every word gives people a kind of detachment out of the mud and not stained, but also with a trace of elegant atmosphere, it is not feminine, nor masculine, but it is perfectly integrated with the artistic conception of the poem!

A fusion of words and poems!

Perfect!

The white-haired old man was in a daze for a few minutes before his gaze reluctantly moved to a poem by Yang Tianxia!

"Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery. The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields!"

When the old man finished reading this poem, he ......took a few steps back, sat on the ground, stared at the calligraphy and painting with his eyes, and couldn't say a word anymore!

The same is true for many referees!

Not only the madness, madness, free and easy, and suaveness in the poem, but also the completely different font from the previous poem shocked them!

Like a flower falling into water, a piece of nature, fifty-six words turned out to be done in one go!

At first glance, I only feel natural and smooth, and the pen is like the water of the Yangtze River, which is also not majestic or elegant, but it contains a sense of arrogance and arrogance!

However, when everyone's eyes saw the last word and suddenly turned back to taste it carefully, they suddenly realized that the whole of 56 words in one go was like a sword out of the sheath!

But...... This is still not the most shocking to them!

It seems that an inexplicable thing, in the artistic conception that involves everyone constantly entering the calligraphy and painting, naturally integrates the calligraphy and painting of the two poems into one and enters the eyes of everyone!

The first poem in praise of the little princess has undergone a strange change!

Originally, the words of ** seemed to be linked together at this moment, and the calligraphy contained in each word was broken, and it turned out to be ...... under the overall observation In the feeling, it is the same as the second pair, and it becomes a whole, and it is like a fairy in the world, and the second pair of swords form a shocking picture!

Beauty by the side, heroes fight with swords!

Calligraphy and painting, calligraphy and painting, this is the real calligraphy and painting!