Immediately, Yun Zhongge sent a divine message to Yue Ziling: "Brother Ziling, don't be frustrated, with this masterpiece alone, you already have an excellent impression in Fairy Qin's heart." Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info just this point, it's already worth it, isn't it?"

Yue Ziling couldn't hear the song in the clouds, this was to remind him, don't be angry with him because Shicai's poems failed to open the poetry leaves of the fairy song tree, and not fulfill his previous promise.

He secretly laughed at the small instrument of Yun Zhongge in his heart, and said in his heart: "Brother Yun, don't worry, what Yue said has not been unfulfilled." ”

Although he failed to open the leaf of poetry, there is a sentence that Yun Zhongge said well, at least Fairy Qin had a good impression of him, and it was worth it.

Yun Zhongge said in his heart: "Then thank you Brother Ziling." ”

Just when the two were exchanging thoughts, Zheng Shizi and the others comforted Qin Qing.

Qin Qingdao: "The Immortal Song Tree can no longer display the leaves of poetry, it seems that it is the will of heaven, thank you for your efforts, I keep it in my heart." With that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait. Yun Zhongge said loudly: "Maybe Yun has a way." ”

Zheng Shizi said coldly: "Since you have a way, why don't you take it out early, waste so much time for no reason, the leaves of the poetry of the Immortal Song Tree can open for a breath, that is also good......"

Qin Qing raised his hand to stop Zheng Shizi, turned his eyes to Yun Zhongge and said, "Brother Yun really has a way. ”

Yun Zhongge said: "I don't dare to mention it, but I can barely give it a try, the time is urgent, and Yun won't say much." ”

As soon as the words fell, a set of four treasures of the study room and a golden incense burner appeared in the air, and everything was held up by the song in the clouds with divine thoughts, and even the wide and soft silver paper was spread smoothly in the air, as smooth as a paved on the case.

"Please ask the fairy to grind ink and burn incense on your behalf, and Yun Mou must condense his thoughts and cultivate inspiration. ”

As soon as Yun Zhongge said this, Zheng Shizi frowned and said, "I'll help you." ”

He couldn't see Yun Zhongge like this, but he knew what Qin Qing was thinking in his heart, so he couldn't help but not scold Yun Zhongge.

"I'll do it. ”

Qin Qing's voice fell, and his thoughts swept towards everything.

The water vapor is automatically drawn out of the air and merged into the blood-colored inkstone, and the black and shiny ink blocks are grinding against the inkstone.

There was no firelight bursting out, and in the golden incense burner, a faint smoke gradually floated out, curling incense.

Yun Zhongge sat cross-legged in the air, closing his eyes and contemplating, as if he was really searching for poetry and inspiration.

Everyone stared at him, not knowing what to think.

When the thick ink in the inkstone melted, Yunzhongge jumped up, grabbed the wolf's big pen, dipped the thick ink, and walked on the noisy silver paper.

But see him write: "The willow leaves are singing on the green bank, and the lotus flowers are red at sunset." ”

As soon as these two sentences appeared on the paper, everyone couldn't help but shout, "Wonderful sentence!"

Qin Qingyi's eyes were bright, staring at the song in the clouds, full of anticipation.

Everyone is a person who knows the goods, and these two sentences only enter the eye, and they open up a world, with rich images, thick ink and color, bright color, and appropriate movement and stillness.

These two sentences alone have a famous atmosphere.

Yun Zhongge was proud in his heart, and his pen was not slow at all, and the third sentence also fell on the paper in an instant, which was: "Thirty-six spring water." ”

Everyone was waiting for the fourth sentence with great anticipation, but they heard a voice, like a hammer, Huo Ran smashed it: "Baitou wants to see Jiangnan." ”

The sound was in the ears, and Yun Zhongge, who was writing the word "white", shook his hand, and the tip of the millimeter dipped in thick ink pulled out a long ink mark on the rice paper, and the whole ink treasure was destroyed.

No one paid attention to the strangeness of the song in the clouds, and they were all hit by the strange wind flying like "white-headed want to see Jiangnan".

All of them are secretly together in their hearts, and they feel that the end of this sentence is perfectly combined with the three sentences made by the song in the clouds, which is natural.

Lord Su was surprised: "There is such a miracle in the world, and it is really rare for a poem written by two people to be so perfect and seamless." ”

She has a straightforward personality, but she doesn't think deeply.

Zheng Shizi glanced at Yun Zhongge, and said with a cold smile: "It is indeed a miracle, it is said that writing poems and lyrics pays attention to the line of literature and heart, and feelings come from the heart. ”

"Now something strange has happened, not only is it repaired seamlessly, but the sequel and the original work have actually thought of one place. I fancy the unfinished fourth sentence of the song, the word at the beginning, it seems to be a white word, could it be that you also want to add a sentence in the fourth sentence of the song: Baitou wants to see Jiangnan?"

Zheng Shizi and Yunzhongge's friendship is general, but they are close to each other, and they will meet on occasional communication occasions, but in fact they are just nodding friends, and he has no good impression of Yunzhonggeben, nor does he have any bad feelings.

Originally, Yun Zhongge really made a wonderful poem, and he would not be jealous.

Just because of the right talent, Yun Zhongge was so rampant that he asked Fairy Qin to grind ink and burn incense for him, so blasphemous to the fairy, as if he touched his scales.

At this moment, seeing that Yun Zhongge was embarrassed, how could he still have a reason to let it go, and sneered at it together.

Qin Qing's face turned cold, stared at Yun Zhongge and said, "Brother Yun is telling the truth, this poem is really Brother Yun's original?"

Rao is Yunzhong Song is rich and wise, and the city is very deep, but such a huge embarrassment suddenly struck, and under the turmoil in his heart, all the negative emotions came to his heart, and a handsome face was about to burn.

Yue Ziling stared at Xu Yi, who was walking slowly, and exclaimed, "It's you, rat generation!

Xu Yi is a thousand feet away, drinking under the tree, and enjoying the moonlight as if no one is around.

With such a close distance, his existence naturally couldn't be concealed from Fairy Qin and the others.

But on Lanyue Peak, there are dozens of people who sit in seclusion like Xu Yi, and there are dozens of people who climb high and look into the distance everywhere.

Shicai banned the venue, and only banned the other three peaks, because there were few people in Lanyue Peak, and Qin Qing and others were there, Yunzhongge did not order the ban.

And these dozens of people are scattered everywhere, and they don't disturb each other, yes, Qin Qing and the others don't care.

At that time, Yue Ziling was all concerned, all about how to show his face in front of Fairy Qin, where to take care of the side.

It wasn't until this moment that Xu Yi revealed his true face, and he didn't recognize Xu Yilai.

Xu Yi smiled slightly: "If I heard it correctly, this should be one of the eight great immortal sects, the disciple of the Ziji Pavilion, the brother of Yue Ziling, who is disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

Yue Ziling snorted coldly: "I think you have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, and you dare to eavesdrop on us." Rats, if it weren't for the inconvenience here, it would definitely make you look good. ”

Xu Yi said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if I look good or not, but I know that it won't be long before Brother Yue's face will be very ugly." ”

Yue Ziling's eyebrows suddenly froze: "What are you talking about?"

Xu Yi said: "The wind is not over, the rain is coming, the battle is already in full swing, it is really not safe, the north of the world looks at the south of the city." Good poetry is really good poetry. Yun San Gongzi, Yun San Gongzi, pity your masterpiece before you died, but you were plagiarized like this. ”

As soon as he said this, Yue Ziling was like being struck by lightning, how could this secret hidden in the darkest corner of his heart be so easily exposed.