Bu Dongwu was talented, watched the Su family's family paintings, and wrote the strange poem "Red Cliff Fu" in one go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After reading through Bu Wuwu's poem, even the talented girl Su Lianqin was amazed, admired, and praised Bu Wuwu for his talent, this poem can be called a superb poem.

However, Su Lianqin's poems still used cloth to use martial arts, and did not resonate with the family paintings, and she did not plan to let go of Long Aotian.

For a while, the people on both sides were at a stalemate, and the atmosphere became a little solemn.

"Miss, there is movement in the family painting!

At this moment, the two Martial King guards of the Su family suddenly shouted in surprise, their voices filled with excitement.

The two of them suddenly let out an excited shout, which instantly attracted the attention of those present, and they all looked at the treasure painting on the wooden table.

Bu Dongwu also looked at it curiously, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his eyes showed surprise: "This painting ......"

At this moment, the red mural, which was originally placed flat on the wooden table, seemed to have been enchanted and began to glow.

The treasure painting turned out to be like a treasure artifact, the seal had been unlocked, or it had just been consecrated, and there were amazing changes.

First in the upper right corner of the treasure painting, it was originally a blank picture, and there were no other brush and ink embellishments. At this point, it was like a trick, the white part suddenly disappeared, and gradually the text was revealed, and it turned into a poem.

"There is a poem hidden in the treasure painting!"

When everyone saw that there was an incredible poem hidden in the treasure painting, they were surprised and shocked.

And when everyone saw clearly, hidden in the painting, the content of the poem suddenly emerged, the shock on the face was magnified again, and the pupils were dilated, as if seeing a god.

"This ...... How can the poems that appear on the Su family's paintings be exactly the same as the "Red Cliff Fu" written by Bu Dongwu just now?!"

Someone let out a shocking scream, his face full of surprise and incredulity.

Because they found that the poem that appeared on the painting was exactly the same as the "Red Cliff Fu" written by Bu Qiwu just now, there was no word difference, as if they had copied it.

"How so?!"

Bu Wuwu was also full of surprise, looking at the scene in front of him in shock, the more he thought about it, the more incredible it became, and the more he thought about it, the more amazing it became.

The song "Red Cliff Fu" just now was improvised by Bu Qiwu and was written in one go. In the past four books and five classics, among the 300 Tang and Song poems, I have never read this poem.

But this scene happened with his own eyes in front of him, doesn't that mean that the master who painted this painting wrote the same poem as Bu Dongwu thousands of years ago?

This feeling can't help but make Bu Wuwu amazing, shocking, and feeling mysterious.

Could it really be that when Bu Wuwu looked through the introduction of ancient books, he would write an extra line, if there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence?

Long Aotian, who was holding Bu Dongwu's thighs, opened his mouth even more exaggeratedly, enough to stuff two big fists.

The two eyes stared at the boss, looking at the poem that suddenly appeared on the painting, and then at the poem that Bu Dongwu had just written. With an expression of looking at the monster, he looked at Bu Wuwu.

Stunned: "Brother-in-law, shouldn't you be a thousand-year-old monster?

"And this picture is what you drew it, otherwise how could it be the same punctuation?"

Long Aotian really had a big mouth and a rich imagination, and he actually regarded Bu Wuwu as a thousand-year-old monster.

Then he showed a serious face, and said to himself: "No, I want to tell my imperial sister about this." If you are really a thousand-year-old monster, then your marriage to my imperial sister will have to be reconsidered......"

"Get out of the way, cool off!"

Bu Wuwu was also shocked, and when he heard Long Aotian's muttering in his ear, his face suddenly darkened. With a kick of his right foot, he almost kicked Long Aotian directly.

His chest exploded: "If I were a thousand-year-old monster, would I still need to be hunted down and killed by the royal clan every day?

"This is also the case, a thousand-year-old monster is being chased and beaten, this is indeed impossible......" Listening to Bu Wu's explanation, Long Aotian was thoughtful.

"The poem that appears on the painting has the poet's signature!" At this moment, Su Lianqing suddenly exclaimed, pointing to a place.

Everyone looked over again, and sure enough, in the last line of the poem, they saw the signature of the poet.

There are three words engraved on the seal -- Su Dongpo!

"This painting was actually painted by Su Dongpo, and the poem was also written by him!"

Seeing the signature of the poem, Bu Wuwu's face was undoubtedly moved again, full of surprise.

He came to the Su family to ask about the story of Su Dongpo, but he never expected that the family painting of the Su family was painted by Su Dongpo, and he also wrote a poem exactly the same as Bu Dongwu!

Of course, the changes in the treasure painting are not only that, after the appearance of the poems on the painting. The mountains, rivers, and boats that were originally stationary in the painting actually moved!

Everyone was surprised, as if they saw a miracle, and felt that the painting in front of them was no longer a calligraphy painting, but a mirror. A mirror that seals the landscape of Chibi thousands of years ago.

The river is swimming, the water is drifting, lapping the waves, and the sails are moving forward, riding the wind and waves in the river water, full of momentum. The strange mountains and strange rocks on both sides of the strait are close in front of you, and apes, birds, and beasts appear from time to time, and they are immersive......

This is definitely not everyone's fantasy just now, but it really appeared in front of everyone, because everyone saw the picture exactly the same.

For a moment, everyone's expressions were glazed, their thoughts were short-circuited, and they felt like they were dreaming, or were they being manipulated?

Immediately afterwards, a small boat with a lone sail appeared in the swimming painting and came into everyone's sight.

The small sailboat was ten meters long, and there was only one person standing in the bow.

This person is wearing an ancient robe, shaking a paper fan in his hand, and has a bundle of ancient people's long hair. Yushu is in the wind, giving people an otherworldly temperament, and is enjoying the red cliff scenery on both sides of the strait alone.

When Bu Dongwu saw this person, his eyes froze again, revealing shock. Because he has seen this person, it is Su Dongpo, who met Bu Dongwu not long ago!

"The man on that little sailboat is exactly the same as the portrait of the ancestor of my clan, he is the ancestor of my Sioux clan!"

Immediately afterwards, Su Lianqin also exclaimed, shouting that the man was the ancestor of the Su family, full of excitement.

Then he ordered the doorman behind him: "Hurry up...... Go and ask the Great Elder! Just say that someone has successfully written a poem, which resonates with my clan's family paintings!"

Su Lianqin looked very excited, looking at the completely changed treasure painting in front of her, her face showed joy that she had never felt before.

"Haha...... Qin'er, which noble person made me crack my Su family's heart disease for thousands of years?"

"Let the Su family's family paintings wait for thousands of years, and finally have a resonance?"

After a while, the door of the Su family in the distance was completely opened, and a long laugh, full of excitement, came from the Su family's mansion.

Immediately afterwards, I saw several figures, and they flew out of the mansion with excited expressions, led by a hundred-year-old man, full of white hair, and fairy wind bones.

With a teleportation, he stood in front of the treasure painting, his eyes flashing with excitement, and he also watched the changes in the scenery in the painting......

(To be continued.) )