The top of the Phoenix Mountain, in the feast of flowers.

"It's going to be planted this time!"

"Not necessarily, maybe the Heavenly Maiden will do it herself!"

"No matter what, this face is going to be lost!"

"Who let him provoke our Jingzhou students!"

"Huang Shot Gongzi has already attained the great consummation of Confucianism, and he has stepped into the realm of Confucianism in half a step, and he can be a teacher for us, how can he be challenged by a mere coachman!"

All the eyes of Confucianism finally fell on Li Han's body, with lively eyes, sarcastic eyes, and joke eyes...... Li Han felt that these eyes were swords, and he suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

He looked left and right.

Among the flowers, there are countless famous flowers, and each one is in full bloom.

But he found a somewhat ordinary flower.

Lotus.

This lotus flower is not big, the whole body is blue, green and prosperous, it grows very vigorously, and it blooms in the midst of a golden chrysanthemum, and it is still born in the heavy silt.

Suddenly, Li Han had an idea in his heart.

He took a deep breath: "Mr. Lianxi, just borrow your masterpiece, don't blame me, you don't know anyway!"

The operation of the Taixuan scriptures in the sea of souls, the Taixuan Shentai flickered and shined, and the soul power came out of the eyes and merged into the pen.

Writing.

Dotted ink.

The ink fell into the paper bit by bit with Li Han's pen.

Water, land, grass and trees......

The four fonts are lifelike, into the wood three points, but peaceful and natural, if you have to describe it, floating like a dragon, delicate like a dragon.

"What font is this?"

"Haven't seen it?"

"The traces of the flying white body of Cai Sai Liquor I saw!"

"I seem to have seen Mr. Shuijing's water mirror body!"

"Not only that, this font has never been seen before, and it is quite good at it!"

The people here are basically Confucian students, and they are Confucian disciples with good cultivation, and when they see this font, even if they want to choose, it is difficult to pick one of them.

"How is it possible, his calligraphy skills are still above me. ”

Although Huang Jie was arrogant, his eyesight was good, and when he glanced at this calligraphy, he was immediately hit by a 10,000-ton injury, his eyes were blank, and his face was pale and bloodless.

"Miss, what kind of calligraphy is this?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it, but there is the shadow of the flying white body that my father thought I was, and there are many shadows of fonts, even Qin Seal has been integrated into it, not any family's font, maybe it is himself...... It shouldn't be possible, maybe he has his teacher. ”

Cai Wenji's eyes flickered, her face was calm, but her heart was extremely shocked, this was by no means any font she knew.

As Cai Yong's daughter, even if she focuses on the piano and calligraphy is not as good as the two senior brothers, she is by no means worse than anyone else in her understanding of calligraphy.

Before Qin, the text was confusing.

After Qin, the first unified font to appear was the Qin seal.

After the history entered the Han Dynasty, Lishu began to prevail, and now the most prosperous calligraphy of the Han Dynasty, one is Cai Yong's flying white font, one is Qiao Xuan's Qiao's font, and the other is the water mirror body of Sima Wei, each with its own strengths.

But this font is not a parody of any one.

It's better like gathering all the people to be the director.

It looks like the prototype of a new typeface, which means that the font is not yet mature and has room for evolution.

But when she thought that Li Han could create such an elegant and fairy-like font at such a young age, it was a little difficult for her, a proud daughter of Confucianism, to accept.

"Good words, good words!"

Zhou Yu's eyes were shining, and he clapped his hands: "It does not lose the elegance of the flying white body, but it has the steadfastness of Qiao's font, and you can also see the beauty of the water mirror body, this person is by no means an ordinary person, he must be very accomplished in calligraphy!"

"Such a font will inevitably become famous all over the world, but how can such a person be unknown!"

At the edge of the mountain, two young people from Yingchuan Academy stood side by side, looking down at everyone, they couldn't help but glance at each other silently, and their eyes were full of surprise.

......

While writing, Li Han listened to what everyone said, and secretly laughed in his heart: "It would be strange if any of you recognized this font!"

This is Wang Xizhi's first book in the world.

Of course, there is only one Wang Xizhi, even if he Li Han is talented, he has spent three years of hard work to imitate, and he is even qualified to be called a calligrapher in that world, after all, he can only learn two or three percent of his demeanor.

But it's enough.

Wang Xizhi can be called the saint of calligraphy, in calligraphy, for the sage, you can imagine the power of the world's first line of calligraphy.

"The flowers of land and water, plants and trees, the lovely ones are very rich. ”

He struggled to write stroke by stroke, after all, it was already very difficult to imitate Wang Xizhi's first line of books in the world, and he also used to integrate his soul power, even if the soul power of his Shentai realm was a little unbearable.

He plagiarized Ailian's said.

Because he found that the most suitable time was Ailian's words.

"Chu Qu Lingjun loves chrysanthemums alone, and since Ji Zhou, the world loves peonies alone. Yu Duai Lian is out of the sludge and not stained but not stained......"

Li Han made some minor revisions to the whole article.

He wrote, wrote, but felt a little struggling.

It's getting harder.

Soul power seems to be depleting very quickly.

A shrine platform is becoming more and more obscure in the rotation of the Taixuan scriptures.

"The fog has risen, the wind has moved, and the rain has gradually appeared!"

In the void, a thick fog emerged, the wind came from the hole, the wind had moved, the sky gathered clouds, the clouds gradually darkened, and the rain gradually fell.

"The pen falls into a storm!"

"Confucian realm!"

"A real Confucian teacher!"

The crowd looked around, and the change in the weather made them scream.

In Li Han's pen and ink, the wind and rain are sudden.

The wind is shaking the sky.

The rain is crying.

The wind and rain are present, that is to say, this article has triggered the manifestation of the Tao between heaven and earth.

Between heaven and earth, the Tao of Literature is an unstoppable avenue.

"Clear ripples but not demons, straight through the outside, no vines and no branches, fragrant and clear, pavilions and clean plants, can be viewed from a distance and can not be blasphemed......"

Ai Lian said that Mr. Lianxi's masterpiece is famous in history.

This kind of artistic conception has been written by Li Han.

Everyone felt that there was only one lotus flower in front of them, and the countless famous flowers present were suddenly eclipsed, and in their eyes, there was only one holy and unstained lotus flower that grew out of the sludge.

"The calligraphy is unique, the artistic conception of the article is far-reaching, and it is amazing!"

Someone quickly sobered up, broke free from the artistic conception of the article, and muttered to himself.

"It is called a chrysanthemum, and the hermit of flowers is also!"

Li Han continued to write, the pen in his hand was like a weight of ten thousand catties, and every time he put down the pen, he felt like the world was spinning.

His face was pale.

I felt dizzy in my head.

He knew that this was a manifestation of the exhaustion of soul power.

Isn't it just plagiarism, how can this be?

Li Han didn't understand it very much, but now he can only hold on to his scalp, he must hold on, he can't give up halfway.

"Peony, the rich and noble of flowers, lotus, the gentleman of flowers, also ......"

Li Han continued to write, and Ailian, who wrote the whole article, said that it was almost written silently, but he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Chirp!"

Suddenly, a fox cry appeared in his head.

A power is replenishing his soul power.

After his soul power was replenished, he quickly wrote out the rest of the silent writing with a stroke of the pen.

"Oh! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after bending. The love of the lotus, who is the giver? The love of the peony should be - - - - -

"!"

The last stroke fell, and a complete Ailian's statement appeared.

And at this time, God seemed to be angry.

Rumble!

The sun thundered, thundered and flashed.

"The sky thunders, and the ghosts and gods cry!"

Cai Wenji raised her head and looked at the sky, in the light rain, a lightning thunder swept across the sky, as if it was about to blast down.

This is a precursor to the article crying ghosts.

"Poof!"

Li Han finally couldn't hold it anymore, the dark golden brush in his hand exploded suddenly, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fainted.

Cai Wenji's eyes were quick, and she scooped him up with a big hand.

"Jingzhou fellow students ask for advice, on Lumen Mountain, I will definitely return, don't do it this year!"

In Cai Wenji's cold words, a seven-colored rainbow appeared at her feet, taking Sakura and Li Han with her, and floated away.

There was a cold silence above the peak of Phoenix Mountain.

Pang Lin's face was pale.

This result is already obvious.

There is no need for referees, even if they are shameless, the Confucian elders in Jingzhou still have face, losing is losing, they lost too obviously, and they didn't have to turn over at all.

Huang Jie's face was even more earthy, and he lost to a little coachman, and his face as the eldest son of the Huang family was lost.