Xiahou Zhenjun looked at the three big characters written by Lin Hu in a daze, and at first glance, he felt that they were very powerful and powerful, but when his mind sank into the period, there was a faint vast and grand aura rushing towards him, as if there was a giant spirit standing there, looking down on all beings.

He knew that this was not an illusion, and in terms of his cultivation, the impact was negligible, and what he really cared about was the will contained in it.

That's right, Lin Hu actually imprinted his spiritual will on it when he wrote the signboard of this academy, although it was still very weak, but it was real.

To put it bluntly, if Lin Hu does not fall, the spiritual will in this painting will continue to grow and grow.

When one day Lin Hu becomes a giant who can look down on the common people, just by sacrificing this character, he can live forever.

As for whether there will be a day or not, Xiahou Zhenjun has a full grasp of this weak crown age, who is already a well-known bachelor in the world.

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, Lin Hu coughed twice, interrupting Xiahou Zhenjun's thinking.

Seeing that Lin Hu's face was quite pale, Xiahou Cheng hurriedly said: "Ah, Master Lin has really worked hard for you, you don't have to be so ......"

"It's okay! If you want to do it, you have to do your best!"

For Lin Hu, the academy solemnly invited him to write an inscription, which is both an honor and a responsibility, if he is sloppy and casual, not only will he lose the face of the academy, but even his reputation will be affected.

Fortunately, the effect of this inscription is not bad, although there is no anomaly such as the wind and clouds, the sky is falling and so on, but only in terms of font, it has indeed reached a certain level.

With the improvement of Lin Hu's realm and long-term practice, just from the perspective of calligraphy. Compared to when he was in Qishan Town, he really couldn't talk about it in the same year.

At that time, Lin Hu was simply imitating Yan Zhenqing's font, although it had a level of about six or seven points, but it always felt like something was missing.

And now, Lin Hu knows that what he lacks between the lines is his own soul, Feng Gu.

After years of hard practice, coupled with the monk's agility and learning ability far beyond ordinary people, he is not as good as those famous calligraphers in calligraphy, but he can be regarded as a master.

This is why he dared to accept Xiahou Zhenjun's invitation. Ran to the reason for the inscription.

Today, his calligraphy has been born out of Yan Ti and has become a family of his own. Even if you have seen the Lin Hu font before, it is difficult to recognize that it was written by the same person.

Although this didn't seem to be good for Lin Hu, just looking at Xiahou Zhenjun's face as if he had won a treasure, Lin Hu was very satisfied.

It's a sense of identity from others, which is a big hit than those novels. I am glad that the Psalms have been sung by countless people.

After all. This is Lin Hu's real ability, those are just cheats. Thanks to the legacy of the previous life.

Hmm?

Lin Hu shook his head and cleared these strange thoughts. He clearly knew his ability, if it weren't for being a traverser, he would have been out of the crowd.

This is a treasure trove that comes with me at birth. Others can't envy him, and these things are not given to him to use casually, and he has to work hard to transform them into his own strength, so there is nothing to feel guilty about.

Suddenly, Lin Hu noticed that Xiahou Zhenjun looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and chuckled: "I don't know what makes Xiahou Zhenjun so hesitant?"

"This, I originally wanted the bachelor to write a poem or something for my Haoran Mansion, but I seem to be a little ...... when I see you."

"Haha, since you're here, let's do it together!"

Hearing this, Lin Hu was very bold and authentic.

One sheep is also herded, and two sheep are also driven, since they are here, they don't mind spending a little more pen and ink.

Just, what should I write?

I think that the poet Li Junyao told him very clearly that after he was canonized as a scholar, once there are any new works, most of them will be published in the Holy Dao Monthly, and if they are extremely brilliant, maybe they will be recorded on the monument of literature and Taoism such as poetry history.

Don't underestimate the role of this, there are many people in this world who have been canonized as scholars because of one or two extremely brilliant works, but most of them have reached the top.

Lin Hu became a scholar at a young age, and whether the future is a fleeting meteor or a superstar that is high above and blooms with eternal brilliance, this is still a mystery in the hearts of the people of the world.

Now that Lin Hu is in full swing, his luck is almost on par with that of the top True Monarch powerhouse, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the expectation of the public.

If his previous work is still the pinnacle of Tang poetry, but the next work is just a limerick poem, this will have a great impact on his literary name and literary movement.

Therefore, the next works that come out are not more than "Will Enter the Wine", but they can't be too bad.

Of course, if he can write two amazing works in succession, his reputation and luck will rise again, reaching a point where the world can only look up to.

Seeing that Lin Hu was silent, he just paced vigorously in the study, and Xiahou Zhenjun didn't bother him, thinking that he was brewing something big.

"Haoran Mansion...... Haoran ......"

I only saw that Lin Hu kept whispering in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying, and suddenly, his eyes flashed, as if he had thought of something.

"By the way, this is it!"

Xiahou Zhenjun looked at Lin Hu with a happy face, but he felt that he had a bottom in his heart, and waited for him to watch, not daring to disturb him more.

This time, although Lin Hu was not as dignified as before he put pen to paper, he still paid more attention to it.

I saw that the tip of his pen tapped the spirit paper, and then the pen walked up like a dragon and a snake, and Xiahou Zhenjun, who was standing beside him, stared at the white paper without blinking.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. ”

"Good poetry!"

Just looking at the first sentence, Xiahou Zhenjun almost shouted excitedly, he had a hunch, as soon as this poem came out, let alone Lin Hu, even Haoran Mansion would be famous all over the world, and then maybe he would be able to directly call himself Haoran Mansion to the outside world, instead of adding a prefix Zhuang Yu Haoran Mansion or something.

However, reason told him not to disturb Lin Hu at the moment, be calm, and be calm!

I was about to continue reading, but I found that Lin Hu, who was lifting the pen, was stagnant and had no movement.

What's going on?

"Boom!"

At this moment, an astonishing scene appeared, and a silver-white heavenly river suddenly appeared in the sky above the mountain range where Zhuang Yuyuan was located.

No, it can't be said to have come out, but the silver river has torn through the void and descended here.

Countless people were shocked and inexplicable, but at the moment when Changhe appeared, all the people nearby only felt an extremely strange feeling welling up in their hearts.

The Great Wilderness is full of fighting, hunting, and there is no right or wrong in this kind of fighting, but natural selection, and you have to fight in order to survive.

However, at this moment, those creatures of the Great Wilderness who were close to Zhuang Yuyuan only felt that they were cute, and they had become righteous and awe-inspiring, majestic, and fearless......

Not mentioning the strange thoughts of those creatures, Lin Hu only had one thought at the moment, Nima, to get rid of it...... (To be continued.) (。 ))