"Haha, the color of the world written by Brother Yan Yulinling, all the Taoist friends are sad and sad for this parting, come, come, come, I will write an ancient poem for you, and send this rainy and lonely boat to ......"

With this sound, the dragons and phoenixes dancing in the distance appeared like the wind blowing, and these books fell in the rain, which was an ancient poem by Yang Wanli: After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.

"Brush" with the appearance of the book, a fist-sized lotus leaf section appeared, a moment will be covered with the sky, waiting for the last poem to be written, a round of red sun suddenly revealed in the lotus leaves, the dazzling red light illuminates the heaven and the earth, the sun passes, the clouds dissipate, Xu Zhi can see clearly, at the end of the rain, a painting boat quietly listening, the water waves are gradually disappearing!

"Wonderful, wonderful!" In the lotus leaf bush, an ancient old man stood in the middle with an ink pen, and the old man twisted his beard and said with a smile, "Brother Mi's handwritten book has obtained the true meaning of your ancestors, and I can't help but admire it!" ”

"Where, where, Brother Yan's regular script is really the samadhi of the ancestors, far from being comparable below." Beside the old man, another old man in Ge Yi appeared, he looked very thin, but he was holding an ink pen in his hand, and an indescribable bearing appeared again.

"Yan Xunyi and Mi Zhengxing?" Xu Zhi's eyes widened, and he secretly said in his heart, "One is a regular script master, and the other is a calligraphy master, all of them are famous calligraphy saints in Huaguo, no wonder, it turns out that they are all monks!" ”

"The calligraphy of the two predecessors has reached the pinnacle of this world, and it is difficult for others to look at it. There was a full voice from Xu Zhi not far away, Xu Zhi looked, it was a middle-aged man in a suit, he was holding not an ink pen, but a fountain pen, but heard him say, "The younger generation Liu Firefly Study Zhang Daoyi is not talented, and he has practiced hard pen calligraphy for many years, and now he is using it to offer ugliness, please ask the two seniors to advise ......"

"Yes, Jiang Xingyu, the junior, Jiang Xingyu, also came to ask the two seniors for guidance." A young man in his twenties also walked out, holding a pen in his hand, bowing to Yan Xunyi and Mi Zhengxing and said.

"Jiang Xingyu?" Xu Zhi said secretly, "Isn't this the disciple of the Jiang family who came to Fallen Leaf Island with Jiang Zibo?" ”

"Hehe, since it is a spring book ode, whether it is a brush or a fountain pen, whether it is a Chinese painting or a Western painting, you can take it out and talk about it, you don't have to have any scruples!" The ancient old man Yan Xunyi glanced at Mi Zhengxing, and said with a smile, "Our two old men are not so old men that they can't eat the ancient to the point of rejection!" ”

"Thank you two seniors!" Zhang Daoyi and Jiang Xingyu were overjoyed, and one person waved a pen and wrote in mid-air: "The Red Army is not afraid of difficult expeditions, and thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure." The five ridges are soaring and the waves are thin, and the Wumeng is majestic and walks the mud pills. The golden sand water beats the clouds and cliffs warm, and the Dadu Bridge is cold. I like the snow of Minshan Mountain for thousands of miles, and the three armies are happy after the end! ”

With the appearance of the words, a mountain range slowly revealed, although the mountain range has not been as delicate as the previous painting boat and lotus leaves, but the vague outline is heavy, when the snow peak, the wild stream is all appeared, a kind of courage to compete with the heaven and earth momentum will fill the space, the West Lake written by Mi Zhengxing in June squeezed aside!

Yan Xunyi and Mi Zhengxing glanced at each other, and both of them had a wry smile in their eyes.

Zhang Daoyi's poem "Seven Laws. The Long March has never been written in regular script, and Jiang Xingyu is even more unique over there, and the pen is written in "Qinyuan Spring. "Snow" is even more domineering, "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting." Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the big river, suddenly lost the surging ......", these fell into the air, there were great changes in the sky, the clouds were dense, a large area of goose feather snow fell, and a heavy ice not only broke through the lotus leaves, but even the mountains were shrouded in it!

Xu Zhi was speechless, he was not good at calligraphy, but he also knew that whether it was Zhang Daoyi or Jiang Xingyu, they were all stealing coincidences, their calligraphy could not be compared to the two masters, they just borrowed the momentum of the chairman's poetry and sentences, and the unparalleled poetry rhyme in the world made their hard pen calligraphy like a tiger.

"Not a son of man!" At this time, a reprimand was like a spring thunder, "The luck of the words of the fake founding emperor adds to the lack of your own heritage, how can you wait for a hundred feet to go further?" Let's look at my full Jianghong! ”

With the voice, another young man walked out, this person seemed to be dressed in a modern fashion, with a shawl in his hair, but he was holding a brush in his hand, and he wrote wildly under the young man's ink pen: angry hair rushes to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad......

I saw the sky rolling up the clouds, a rush of anger swept the heavens and the earth, straight to the bullfighting, the clouds were blown away, revealing the full moon, and the mountains were washed into a smooth road by roads with no beginning and no end.

However, the young man's cultivation is still a little worse, and the poetry is too charming, but he occupies the three parts of heaven and earth, and he can't expel the other heaven and earth that is frozen in ice.

"Haha, yes, Brother Ouyang, seeing your uninhibited appearance, I didn't expect that there was still righteousness in my heart, I was a little blind before! Come, come, I'll help you......"

Immediately, another man with an open chest and exposed breasts came out of the crowd, holding an ink pen in his hand in the ink pool, and then writing out of thin air. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. It is said that it is Haoran, and it is full of gloom. The royal road is clear, containing and Tuming Court. When the poor festival is seen, one by one. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong ......"

Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteousness", word by word, is revealed, everywhere in the space, countless breaths like clear streams rush to the sky, holding these words and sentences into everywhere, the righteousness of the world is over, the heaven and the earth collapse, the mountains are lodging, and the snow melts and the rain disappears! When the heavens and the earth are chaotic, there is turbidity sinking and clear qi surging up, and the previously collapsed heaven and earth begin to reappear, and a red sun hangs in the sky like a Dan's heart, and all kinds of stars dot it......

"Wonderful!" When Xu Zhi saw this, he couldn't help but slap his hands and praise, a kind of enlightenment of order rebirth came to his heart, he sat down cross-legged without thinking, and the kind of vitality and freshness that gradually emerged between heaven and earth poured into his heart.

However, at this moment, the star of the newborn sun froze, and the turbid qi that had just fallen began to tumble, and the clear qi also boiled and gradually fell! Opening the world is a legend, the condensation of the sun and the moon is also imagination, all mysteries are the secrets of heaven, how can this man's cultivation be revealed in this fantasy? Seeing that the previous victory was about to be ruined and turned into chaos, Yan Xunyi, Mi Zhengxing and the others raised their eyebrows, and said with a smile: "We are here to help you......"

Immediately, the two calligraphers splashed ink and waved their arms at the same time, and also wrote righteous songs in mid-air!

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