The chess game is like a battle game, deceitful and ever-changing, and once the wrong judgment is full of powerlessness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info you are deceiving me, I am not lying to you, the key to victory and defeat lies in the grasp of the timing, when it is time to shoot, do not hesitate, this is related to the character of the heart, so, although you have exhausted the organs, it is always not yourself who laughs at the end. Lu Suifeng said with contempt: "This is just the beginning, looking at the appearance of your gentleman, you won't even have the measure of losing a game, right?"

Murong Jinghong ruined the chess game, not because he was cheating, the chess score of this game had been recorded according to the routine, but because he was full of chagrin and unwillingness to do this gaffe.

Lu Suifeng is indeed slightly inferior to the opponent in the chess lane, this game has been at a disadvantage from beginning to end, the reason why he won by a narrow advantage of three-quarters of the son is completely dependent on the deep understanding of the weakness of human nature, everything is done by people, and if you understand the commonality and personality of a few people, you will have a few chances of winning.

The chessboard hanging high on the stage was quickly removed, the chess path was Murong Jinghong's strength, he thought that he could win the first place, but because of his arrogance, he looked down on the enemy, and when he was surprised, he was already a force to return to the sky, and the next competition must not be taken lightly, and the victory or defeat of each game is related to the overall situation.

Murong Jinghong was originally a proud person, his heart was quite high, and he suddenly felt that he had no face when he was at a loss for chess, and he thought in his heart that he was quite talented in poetry, and he was inspired from time to time, especially this improvisation on the spot is his advantage, if there is no accident, he should be able to save a place.

As soon as I thought of this, I quickly emptied the negative emotions in my heart, and regained my previous calmness and self-confidence. It is proposed that a poetry competition be carried out, and it is an impromptu poem to fill in the lyrics, and the other party will make a proposition.

Murong Jinghong made a gesture of invitation very gracefully, meaning to let the other party come to the proposition first.

Lu Suifeng nodded when he heard this, and then casually threw out the word "month" without thinking.

With the title of "Moon", it sounds very ordinary, how many people have admired the moon throughout the ages, talked about the moon, and chanted about the moon, but it is still an endless love of the wind and flowers and the moon, and it is really not an easy task to blend the scenes in the poems to the fullest.

Murong Jinghong frowned lightly when he heard the sound, paced back and forth with a folding fan lightly, exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, his mood suddenly became empty, there was a flash of spiritual light in his mind, his whole body shook slightly, and there seemed to be a red light bursting out between his expressions, and his eyes seemed to appear in the sky at this moment, raising his head slightly, his voice seemed to be intermittent, but it was sonorous and powerful, rich in a special rhythmic beauty.

"Alone in the west building without a word, the moon is like a hook,

Lonely sycamore late at night, lock Qingqiu.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful.

Don't have a taste in your heart...... ＂

The voice swirls around, and the sentence "go up to the west building alone without words" introduces people into the picture, as if seeing a melancholy and lonely image jumping in front of him, silently climbing the stairs, looking up at the sky, the new moon is like a hook, but it is how many old hatreds and new sorrows are hooked. Lowering his head and seeing the deep shade of the paulownia locked in the courtyard in late autumn, how much hatred and sorrow are contained in the poignant scene......

"Good words! There is love in the scene, but the love overflows outside the scene, this so-called silence is better than sound, this kind of wordless intention is better than the pain of crying out. The old ancestor muttered a comment in his mouth, and it seemed that he also hooked up a lot of hatred and sorrow in his mouth.

Ziyan couldn't help but whisper: "Sure enough, the hatred hooked by a crooked moon has been expressed to a vivid realm. It also vividly presents the complicated emotions that are indescribable, unclear, unclear, and lingering. However, this pampered young city lord, where comes so much hatred and sorrow like blood and tears?"

Lu Suifeng clasped his palms together and struck lightly, but he was shocked in his heart, but he didn't expect that even the words of Li Yu, the ancestor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, appeared in this world.

Looking at Murong Jinghong, who had a smug face, although he knew that this song "Seeing each other" was not a talented improvised work, but it was just a plagiarism of someone's immortal lyrics.

"Poetry and songs are all shouts and outpouring from the depths of the heart, I don't know how many vicissitudes of life you have experienced, why are there so many sorrows, sorrows and hatreds in your heart?" Lu Suifeng said with a playful smile: "Words, absolutely too good to be better! It's just that the traces of disease-free ** are too heavy, not because of feelings, too fake, I really dare not compliment!"

When Murong was shocked to hear this, a trace of anger flashed on his face, he folded the fan and snorted coldly, "Just as you are a medicine servant, how can you comprehend the profound realm? That is an art that is higher than life." Don't pick thorns here, I'll take the word "sorrow" as the title here, if you can come out without disease, this will be considered my loss!"

"Really?" Lu Suifeng shrugged his shoulders and stood up from his seat, there was no nervousness in his expression, and many poems expressing sorrow appeared in his mind, and he soon locked on a poem by Li Qingzhao, a talented woman in the Song Dynasty, and then deliberately brewed a mood, and then whispered softly and naturally......

"The red lotus root fragrance remnants of the jade mushroom in autumn, lightly relieve Luo Shang, and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returned, the moon was full in the west building. The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this. I frowned, but I was on my heart. ＂

A good sentence: "There is no way to eliminate this situation." I frowned, but I was on my heart. Almost everyone in the city was infected at once, and there seemed to be a faint melancholy in the air.

The words and sentences contain a special rhythmic beauty, the color is beautiful, the mood and scenery are blended, which not only depicts the surrounding scenery, but also highlights the feelings of people, and plays a role in dyeing the autumn season of the Qing Dynasty. The artistic conception is cool and quiet, quite fairy aura.

The sadness and sorrow of flowers blooming and falling is not only a natural phenomenon, but also a symbol of joy and sorrow, and the coolness of the pillow is not only the touch between the skin, but also the inner feeling of desolation and solitude.

The gloomy and poignant mood is like the scenery and feelings that a person touches from day to night. "Relieve Luo Shang lightly and go on the blue boat alone", boating alone on the water, sad and sad. Then followed by "when the word goose returns, the moon is full in the West Building", it constitutes a kind of artistic conception of blindness.

It should be when the moon is full, go up to the west building, look at the clouds, see the wild goose, but it is the bright moon complacent, the people are not round, the word goose is empty, and this look at the end of the world, the feelings and reverie of the world, all the time lingering in the heart.

In particular, the sentence "flowers float and flow freely", the scene of flowers falling and flowing is a symbol of life, years, love, and parting, and it gives people a desolate and helpless hatred.

For a long time, there was no applause and support, but there was a sigh and sigh from all over the place, including Murong Jinghong on the stage, who seemed to be touched by this poignant word, and couldn't help but sigh.

is also plagiarized someone's immortal work, but it has a different disease-free **, which has led to the hatred in the hearts of countless people, and Murong Jinghong has to admit that he is deeply infected, and he seems to have lost another chip in the battle of words.

In the next poems and painting competitions, Murong Jinghong showed an extraordinary literary heritage, and brilliantly suppressed Lu Suifeng and regained the lost advantage, maybe it was deliberately done by Lu Suifeng, but it is unknown?

In the previous confrontation, both sides have two wins and two losses, and it seems that they have returned to the starting point again, and the last remaining battle of Wendao is "calligraphy", and they will no longer have reservations about each other, especially Murong Jinghong's face is full of energy, and he seems to be full of confidence in calligraphy, and the younger generation in the calligraphy industry is absolutely quite famous.

At this time, Murong Jinghong no longer pretended to have any self-cultivation demeanor, this last game would not allow the other party to take the lead again, so he simply picked up a scroll without humility and slowly unfolded the scroll, the momentum of the whole person changed, and there was no sadness or joy in his expression, giving people a kind of emptiness and freedom, lonely and forgetful.

The unity of mind and mind is concentrated on the end of the pen, like a gentle breeze blowing willows, and like a stream and spring flowing through the green grass, the stone crevices between the rocks, the gentle and slow and urgent complement each other, the clouds and flowing water, and the clouds and rivers are rolled up in one piece; ＂

The ink is handsome, strong and proud, swaying with the wind but still the same. The charm of the wind and bones reveals the ethereal and distant artistic conception of the high mountains, with clouds and mist, flickering light and dark, and the mountains are scattered and distributed.

Poetry and paintings are hidden everywhere between the lines, which can be described as a blend of poems, paintings, and words, introducing people into the two scenes of quiet beauty and magnificence, quiet and close to emptiness, secluded and slightly quiet, just like the primeval realm, exquisite.

Murong Jinghong took a deep breath, as if he was very satisfied with his masterpiece, he had the ability to win the heavens, and it was almost impossible for the other party to surpass himself in calligraphy. couldn't help but look at Lu Suifeng with great ambition, and made a childish "please" gesture in a chic manner.

There was a lot of praise from the ground, and the exclamations and sighs were endless, and even Lu Suifeng couldn't help but clapped his hands softly and applauded again and again.

"It's so wonderful that it's very unlikely to be surpassed. It seems that in this last game, it is difficult for Lu Gongzi to win. Old Ancestor sighed with regret.

Ziyan just smiled faintly when he heard this, with his understanding of Lu Suifeng, Murong Jinghong's attainments in Wendao were more than a star and a half behind, and the two victories he had won before were all deliberately hiding and releasing water. If the edge is too strong, it will inevitably make the other party vigilantly realize that this is a set set in advance.

This can be seen from Lu Suifeng's calm and quiet expression at this time, he slowly came to the center of the stage, and then made a dazzling move, only to see that he took a scroll very casually, and suddenly threw it into the air, drawing a long arc, ten meters above the ground, and then it stopped abruptly, as if it was manipulated, and the scroll was unfolded habitually.