"Do you still want to kill the Jade Emperor?"

Xie Hanwen was stunned for a moment, and she was even more angry in her heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She didn't expect Mu Yun to be so lawless, and even said that it was for herself that she didn't kill the Jade Prince.

Immediately, Xie Hanwen puffed out her cheeks and sat on the chair angrily, too lazy to talk to this Mu Yun.

Her silence made Mu Yun a little embarrassed.

At that moment, Mu Yun glanced at the scene......

That Sun Zhiqing was now staring at Mu Yun with a frightened expression, worried that Mu Yun would throw him into the river.

Huangfu Bai's eyes flickered, and his heart was furious, after all, Mu Yun was brought by him, but he smoked the Jade Emperor and threw it into the river.

And the Lord Yushi didn't dare to look at Mu Yun, as if he was afraid that Mu Yun would swallow him directly like a demon king.

The others stared at Mu Yun with frightened expressions, after all, now Mu Yun's identity has been exposed, and he is the famous overlord of the Northern Regions.

Seeing the scenes, Mu Yun suddenly became angry and a little bored.

"Xie Hanwen, you can continue to hold the cultural meeting. ”

"If it's okay...... I'll go first. ”

Mu Yun immediately turned his head and prepared to leave.

"Wait......"

Xie Hanwen called Mu Yun softly.

"How?"

Mu Yun glanced back at Xie Hanwen.

"You...... When you come to this meeting, do you really know how to write poetry and songs?"

Xie Hanwen asked suspiciously.

He saw that Mu Yun's outfit was indeed a scholar, if he put aside the tyrannical and bloody things he had done...... In Xie Hanwen's heart, he is still a pretty scholar.

"I understand a little. ”

Mu Yun let out a faint voice, and his heart was a little dark.

"Can you write me a poem?? Give it to me...... No, give this Wangjiang Pavilion?"

Xie Hanwen looked a little flustered and whispered.

And at this time, these literati and scholars on the scene also looked at Mu Yun's back with hopeful eyes...... Obviously, they want to see Mu Yun make a fool of themselves, and they want to get some superiority from this Mu Yun in literature!

"Compose a poem and give it to this Wangjiang Pavilion?"

Mu Yun was a little stunned.

Wangjiang Pavilion is called the Poetry Tower, and the scenery above this attic is also a famous scenic spot in the entire Tianlai Empire. There are many talented people who generally like to climb high and look far away, and then leave some of their own poems and songs...... For posterity to taste.

Therefore, in the poetry building, there are many poets' songs, many ......

Some of these poems can be passed down through the ages for future generations to admire.

Thinking of this, Mu Yun suddenly became a little hot.

But......

If you want to get a unique poem for the ages, the 57-point head of 'Scholar Muyun' is absolutely not enough, so you can only ask for help from the system.

"System...... You can write a poem that says "there is an attic and a river", and the name of the poem is "Wangjiang Pavilion". You're omnipotent anyway. ”

"By the way, remember to sign my name with the author's name, and use the font of 'Wang Xizhi', and print it directly with ink, and it must look like it is written, not printed. ”

Mu Yun said lightly.

"Ding. ”

System prompt: It's okay to compose poems in the invincible seckill system, but ......

Piracy signature fee: 100,000 gold.

Font usage fee: 10,000 gold

Ink writing fee: 1000 gold.

A total of 110,000 and 1,000 gold coins, does the player Muyun agree?

The voice of the system echoed in Mu Yun's mind.

"Nani?"

"The system is my xx, and you charge me a pirated signature fee, but I support the genuine one, I agreed, and started producing. ”

Mu Yun had some warm and angry silent thoughts towards the system in his heart.

Mu Yun has always been willing to spend money in order to pretend to be a little forced.

"Ding. ”

"System Prompt: The production is successful, congratulations to the player for obtaining the 'Calligraphy Poetry Made of Xuan Paper'. ”

Hearing the sound of the system, Mu Yun was relieved.

And at this time......

"Mu Yun, forget it, I won't embarrass you. ”

A hint of loss appeared on Xie Hanwen's face.

He also noticed the eyes around him, and he also knew that this Wangjiang Pavilion, which had countless writers, asked Mu Yun to compose poems, which was obviously difficult for the other party, and it was to make Mu Yun ugly.

Xie Hanwen felt a little sorry for Mu Yun.

"Huh. ”

"Don't be ...... that way"

Mu Yun turned his head and glanced at Xie Hanwen, and shook his head lightly.

"Xie Hanwen. ”

"Actually, at the beginning, I was drinking and enjoying the scenery on the high platform with my brother Huangfu, and I felt a little feeling, so I had already composed a poem at that time. ”

"However, my words are very valuable, about 10,000 gold per word...... However, if you propose it, then I will give it to you. ”

A smile crossed the corner of Mu Yun's mouth, and then his hand shook, and a pair of calligraphy works flew directly into Xie Hanwen's hands.

"We're destined to see you again. ”

Immediately, Mu Yun's toes lightly touched the ground, and his whole person leaped up...... He jumped down from Wangjiang Pavilion and left directly.

"Gone?"

Xie Hanwen looked at Mu Yun who disappeared into the rolling river, and there was a touch of joy on her face.

Immediately, she looked at this volume of calligraphy, her hand shook, and suddenly the volume of calligraphy unfolded, suspended in the air.

"This calligraphy, this poem ......"

Xie Hanwen's narrow and beautiful eyes, this look away, suddenly her beautiful eyes appeared a look of surprise.

Wangjiang Pavilion

Wangjiang High Pavilion Linjiang Zhu, Pei Yu Mingluan sang and danced.

The painting building flies to the south of the clouds, and the bead curtain rolls up in the west mountain rain at dusk.

The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and the stars change a few degrees of autumn.

Where is the emperor in the pavilion now? The Yangtze River is empty and artesian outside the threshold.

Looking at this poem, as well as the beautiful calligraphy and the seal printed with the word 'Muyun', Xie Hanwen sank into this poem and into this beautiful calligraphy.

And at this time...... Mu Yun left, and the literati and scholars suddenly relaxed.

"A thousand words? ”

"Right...... Thinking that if you can chew words, you can write good poems? That must be bullshit poems, messy calligraphy. ”

Sun Zhiqing and the Lord Yushi were both secretly scolding, although they were very lacking in morality...... But he is proficient in poetry and songs, and even the rhythm is extremely proficient.

Immediately, the two of them walked in the direction of Xie Hanwen, wanting to see what bullshit Mu Yun wrote.

And as the two of them moved forward, Huangfu Bai and a group of literati and scholars also came over, wanting to see the calligraphy with thousands of dollars.

When Sun Zhiqing and Master Yushi walked in front of the calligraphy and poetry that was suspended and laid flat, they just looked at it and swept it......

"Good poems, good words!"

Sun Zhiqing and Lord Yushi sat directly on the ground, they looked at the poems and calligraphy on the rice paper, and they were directly and completely shocked.

Because they know poetry and calligraphy, they know how wonderful this poem is, and what meaning this line of 'calligraphy' represents.

This represents the eternal poetry, or the unparalleled 'first line of calligraphy in the world'!

This is the existence of the eternal generation!!

"Miss Xie. ”

"The old man begs you to leave this 'Poetry Ink Treasure' to my Heavenly Empire. ”

"This kind of work must be passed down through the ages and read by countless people who love poetry!"

"He will also become the treasure of the first town pavilion of Wangjiang Pavilion in my Tianjing City. ”

Lord Yushi hurriedly got up and looked at Xie Hanwen.

"Yes, that's right. ”

"Although Muyun's character is not very good. ”

But this poem is the best of the short song, and the calligraphy has reached the pinnacle. ”

"I kindly ask Miss Xie to leave this 'Poetry Ink Treasure' in our Wangjiang Pavilion. ”

Yang Zhiqing, whose face was swollen, was also pretentious and asked sincerely

Although Yang Zhiqing did not recognize Mu Yun's character in his heart, he was conquered by his good poems and good words.

Hearing the praise of these great Confucians......

"Mu Yun is so powerful, and his literary attainments are so high?"

Xie Hanwen's heart jumped.

However, there is also one person who doubts......

"I didn't see Mu Yun writing poems on the balcony?"

Huangfu Bai was puzzled on the side, but he didn't dare to say it, otherwise he would definitely be scolded to death by the Shangshu and the imperial history.

PS: Wang Xizhi is the first calligrapher in Chinese history and is known as the 'Saint of Calligraphy through the Ages'.

PS: As for the poem...... I wrote it, do you believe it?

ps: In short, why do you care so much, it's cool!

ps: I won't write essays in the future, and a lot of brain cells of the author have died. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )