"Water tune song, or is it a masterpiece? Zhang Yi, I really look forward to your lyrics. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Hearing this, Zhang Changgong's eyes looking at Zhang Yi became more and more peculiar.

Zhang Yi quickly calmed down and smiled at Zhang Changgong: "Ancestor, don't worry, I will start writing lyrics after I polish the ink, and I will not disappoint you." ”

"Heaven and earth are paper, and the tone is ink, so why do you need to sharpen ink?" Zhang Longbow chuckled lightly and waved his right hand.

I saw that the Wen Qi between the nearby peaks was quickly drained, and it gathered into a huge paper and Wen Qi inkstone above the ancestral tomb. There is infinite flow of literary qi in the inkstone, which is a manifestation of the peak of cultural qi control, and the literary qi is condensed.

Chen Dongting, who was not far away, frowned slightly, and Zhang Longbow's move was naturally a deterrent to himself. He shook his head slightly, but did not make a move, that black chess was the Wenbao he condensed when he was promoted to the Great Confucian, although it was not a good thing, but it was much stronger than the ordinary Hanlin Wenbao.

No matter how talented Zhang Yi is, he can break the great Confucian treasure with his body, it can only be wishful thinking.

Zhang Yi bowed down and said, "Thank you, ancestors." ”

He straightened up, his eyes were clear, and everything was abandoned outside his mind, reaching a state of transcendence. He stretched out his right hand, and his index finger became a Wenbao pen, and the aura between heaven and earth became ink, waving on the huge paper.

"Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting", Zhang Yi waved his right arm, and a series of wild and heroic literary qi condensed in the air, and a layer of original treasure light suddenly emerged, shrouding several peaks below.

"The old man talks about juvenile madness, leading Huang on the left and Qingcang on the right. Brocade hat mink fur, thousands of horses roll flat gang. In order to repay the city, follow the Taishou, shoot the tiger in person, and watch Sun Lang. ”

Thirty-five big golden characters appeared in the air, and the five-layer treasure light reappeared, and the upper half of the gate was already in Mingzhou, and the surrounding onlookers let out bursts of cheers.

"Banque Mingzhou, Zhang Zhenguo is really Zhang Zhenguo, he is simply the leader in the poem and the emperor in the words. For 5,000 years, there has been no such poetic talent. ”

Let the old man also express his youthful madness for the time being, holding the yellow dog in his left hand and the goshawk in his right arm. Wearing a hat made of brocade on his head and a coat made of mink, he led more than a thousand fat horses to sweep through the small hills, majestic and majestic. In order to repay the Taishou, people poured out of the city and followed closely behind. I'm going to shoot the tiger with a bow myself, look! We are more like our predecessor Taishou Sun Lang, heroic and bold. Haha, Zhang Zhenguo called the longbow Confucian, an old man, which really made me laugh. You must know that the longbow Daru was too punctual in Mizhou back then, but he was only over forty years old, where can he be called an old man. ”

Zhang Zhenguo is a descendant of the Longbow Confucian, and calling him an old man is a real honorific title. Could it be that as a descendant, you still have a kid to talk about juvenile madness?"

"This brother is reasonable, and he is extremely true. Xiaosheng Meng Lang!"

"Good words, good words, really pioneered words. Since ancient times, most of the lyrics have been graceful and low, and this poem has washed the state of Qiluo Xiangze, which is refreshing to read. ”

Everyone discussed the first half of the lyrics and were amazed. Although this word is only half a word, it seems to be a precedent for the opening of the word, breaking the previous routine and opening up a new path.

The faces of the people in the Chen Mansion are extremely ugly, most of the poems made by Zhang Yi are the second half of the thick accumulation, if two layers of treasure light are added, then Zhang Yi will make a poem again.

Chen Donggu frowned slightly, wanting to run the black chess piece to crush Zhang Yi, but he was afraid that Zhang Longbow would go crazy, so he had to look at Chen Dongting.

Chen Dongting shook his head slightly, Zhang Yi's words made him have to praise him, but such a lyric work, if he wants to defeat his own Great Confucian Wenbao chess piece, it is just a fool's dream. If Chen Donggu makes a move now, it can only make people look down on the Chen Mansion, and there is no benefit.

Chen Donggu saw Chen Dongting shaking his head, so he had to give up, but he was slightly worried in his heart. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chen Shuwen prepared a poem about Zhenguo, but he didn't expect to be made by Zhang Yi to make a hand-me-down water tune song, which made him vomit blood, break his heart, and become a waste.

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Zhang Yi's face turned pale, and he wrote out the first half of the que in one breath, and the literary qi in his body was exhausted. This kind of practice of using heaven and earth as paper and culture as ink looks extremely domineering, but it is extremely consuming of cultural energy in the body.

Even if he wrote a hand-me-down song before, it was not so miserable.

Zhang Changgong obviously noticed this situation, and he waved his hand to inject Wen Qi into Zhang Yi's body.

Zhang Yi's face regained its rosiness again, and he waved his right arm to write again.

"The wine is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what's the matter. In the clouds, he sent Feng Tang on the same day. ”

Twenty-two golden characters resurfaced, and seven layers of treasure light appeared in the whole poem, only one layer was left to control the country, and everyone waited with bated breath. It's just that they are a little disappointed, these two sentences use allusions, but they only add a layer of treasure.

Zhang Changgong was appointed as too punctual in Mizhou, and Feng Tangzhou, not far away, was attacked by a water demon. He really wanted to go and kill the water demon, but as a state guard, he couldn't leave his post without permission, and he was very bored in his heart.

Chen Donggu smiled in his heart, Zhang Yi's poems have always been higher than the first half of the poems, but I didn't expect that something went wrong today, the two sentences only added a layer of treasure light, maybe adding the last sentence, it can't control the country.

Chen Dongting is just a wisp of soul, and his vision is countless times higher than Chen Donggu. He could see that Zhang Yi's poem could definitely control the country, but there was still a long way to go before he broke his Wenbao chess pieces.

Thinking of this, Chen Dongting breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and only then did he react, could it be that he was still worried about this young man before?

Just as everyone was sighing, Zhang Yi's internal qi recovered again and wrote the last sentence.

"Will hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, shoot the wolf!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the seventy big golden characters in the sky were like mountains, pressing the mountains and bowing their heads, and thousands of trees bent down, and many scholars and people felt a strong oppressive force.

Two layers of treasure light reappeared.

Nine layers of treasure light, only a trace is missing to spread the world.

But everyone is not worried, this word has created a heroic precedent, a reversal of the traditional concept of poetry and charm, a wash of Qiluo Xiangze, get rid of the degree of silk and turn, broaden the realm of words, and set up another banner of word style and style. In time, it will be famous all over the world and immortal.

"When the wine is strong, the mind is more open-minded and the courage is stronger. The two temples have already grown gray hair, what is this! Feng Tangzhou is in the midst of a fierce battle, when will the imperial court let me hold the knots and hang my armor and go to slaughter the water demons? At that time, I will also be able to draw the carved bow and be as round as the full moon, keep an eye on the northwest vigilantly at all times, and bravely shoot sharp arrows at the invading enemy. When I read this word, I can think of how heroic the longbow Confucianism was back then, no wonder thousands of water demons are willing to face the great sage rather than the longbow Confucian. Zhang Zhenguo's poem completely writes the heroism of the longbow Confucian, which should be transmitted to the world and spread the deeds of the Confucianism through the ages. ”

The readers sighed.

At this moment, the seventy large characters in the sky slowly changed to form a pattern.

ps: I have an inexplicable admiration for Su Xian, this word created a precedent for the bold school, I have to write it, I have to praise it.

(To be continued.) )