"Now you know, if you can't write poems that are too talented, it's a waste of them, you know?"

When the little old man said this, he was very serious, very serious.

Wu Shan nodded, understanding that the little old man was worried that Wu Shan was not talented enough and wasting the good things in front of him.

However, talent is not too easy for Wushan.

"That's it? Don't worry, I'm afraid that this ink and paper won't be able to withstand the talent of the poems I compose! ”

When the little old man heard Wu Shan's unashamed words, he blew his beard and glared, and he was not lightly angry.

"Little doll, don't be ashamed to speak, be careful to say too much and make mistakes to flash your waist!"

Wu Shan waved his hand and shook his head, completely letting go of himself.

After talking nonsense with the little old man, Wushan can understand it, and this Huxin Pavilion is estimated to have been prepared for this little old man.

As for why Wushan was attracted here, it is not known what is boring.

These Wushan are not going to pursue it now, and Wushan is now excited that after getting the permission of the little old man, Wushan can really use the four treasures of the spiritual study in front of him.

Wu Shan came to the square table, lifted the spirit pen, and dipped it in the blue spirit ink of the enchanting queen who looked incomparably demonic.

But when Wushan was about to put pen to paper, he was stunned.

"Old man, what is the theme of this Yuehua Poetry Meeting?"

Wu Shan was a little embarrassed, and cheekily turned his head sideways to ask the little old man about the theme of this poetry meeting.

Wushan's actions can make the little old man angry.

"Whoever calls you here is the subject!"

When Wu Shan heard this, he nodded, his eyes lit up, and his brain was successful, and he understood!

Wu Shan took a deep breath, breathed steadily, calmed his emotions, and his thoughts were brewing in his mind.

About a stick of incense, Wushan put pen to paper.

Wushan's font is biased towards the book, and the pen is powerful, giving people a heavy and resolute visual effect.

And between the words written by Wushan, there is a curvilinear soft beauty, and the whole looks strong and free.

The little old man couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Wushan writing down and looking focused, and unconsciously came to the square table, and saw that Wushan wrote a poem word by word, and read it out sentence by sentence.

"There are beauties, and they will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. ”

"The phoenix is soaring, and the four seas are seeking the phoenix. Helpless beauty, not on the east wall. ”

"Pronounce the words for words, and talk about the heart. When I see Xu Xi one day, I am hesitant. ”

"I am willing to match virtue and join hands. I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed. ”

"Phoenix Seeking Phoenix, Chu Garden, Love Song, Wushan."

Lake Pavilion, deathly silence!

Wushan closed his eyes and his face was full of spring, this is a love poem he wrote to Chu Qingyi, a Chu girl.

Of course, Wushan hadn't even seen the whole picture of Chu Qingyi, and was automatically filtered by Wushan.

"Good words! Good words! ”

As soon as the little old man's voice fell, a talent qi about four feet tall flew out of the spirit paper and went straight into the Chinese Dou in Wushan's chest.

"Four feet and three feet!"

"A masterpiece?"

The little old man exclaimed again, but quickly closed his mouth, for fear of affecting Wushan's refining talent.

As for Wushan, after feeling the talent of four feet and three feet into his body, he was ecstatic.

The talent of four feet and three feet means that it can be transformed into more than four liters of literary energy.

To put it bluntly, Wushan can take the opportunity to step into the first realm of Wenqi and become an official student of the academy.

Wushan is excited, Wushan is happy, and Wushan is drowsy.

At this moment, Wu Shan felt how wise his previous decision to devour the blood of the Great Goblin was.

After the qi and blood entered the late stage of the second realm, Wushan's body became stronger and tougher, and his spirit and spirit were abnormally full.

These are the things that make Wushan have the confidence at the moment, and he can transform his talent into a literary atmosphere in one breath.

For a long time, Wu Shan withdrew from the state of transforming his talent into his temperament, and found that the [Wen Qi Dou] in his chest was already full, and there were still some excess Wen Qi gathered on Wen Dou, and it did not disappear.

Wu Shan had a lot of doubts in his heart, and when he wanted to ask the little old man for advice, he found that the Huxin Pavilion had been empty.

Only a small servant silently stood outside the Huxin Pavilion, waiting for Wushan to wake up.

As for the little old man, he had already run away with the four treasures of the study and the lyrics of Wushan.

"Wu Gongzi, you're awake!"

"Well, what about the old-timers?"

"Chu Lao just left, Chu Lao said that when you wake up, you will definitely be very tired, let me wait here and send you back in a carriage."

"Old man Chu...... Did Chu Lao say anything else? ”

Wu Shan opened his mouth to be the old man Chu, but he immediately reacted and changed his mouth to say Old Chu.

"No more!"

The little guy shook his head and said nothing.

Wu Shan nodded, he had just transformed more than four liters of Wenqi, he was indeed tired to death, and he didn't shirk, followed the little guy out of Chu Garden, got into the carriage, and returned home in about half an hour.

As for the so-called Yuehua Poetry Club, where will Wushan care about it at the moment, as long as it can improve the literary atmosphere, where is it different to compose poems?

Of course, Wushan also remembered and hated the mastermind behind Wushan's stumbling block today, and this revenge will not be avenged.

Can quietly enter the Wushan of Chu Garden, and introduce a quiet place in Chu Garden, think about it with your ass Wushan knows that the enemy is not easy to provoke, and he is very smart.

If the mastermind behind the scenes was to attack Wushan head-on at the poetry meeting, using all kinds of stumbling blocks, all kinds of slander, and all kinds of slapping in the face, Wushan would not be worried, because that kind of enemy Wushan would be able to slap his face back at that time, and the enemy would not even know his parents.

But tonight's cold treatment of Wushan made Wushan's back chill.

Sooner or later, the enemy standing in the sun will be defeated.

And the enemy hidden in the shadows will make people tremble and be unguardable.

Wushan was really tired, and after eliminating the only enemy he knew, Ling Liyuan, Wushan fell asleep in a daze.

Wushan was asleep, but the Chu family, which held the Yuehua Poetry Meeting in Chu Garden, was 'lively'.

The scholars who came to participate in the Yuehua Poetry Club, chanted poems in the Wenqu Palace, and sang to the literati, and finally found that the best poems of this Yuehua Poetry Club were not from the Wenqu Palace, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Of course, many people don't care about the first place, they care about the four treasures of the good study room that are provided for free at the poetry meeting.

Chu Garden, deep boudoir in the inner courtyard.

Chu girl, Chu Qingyi, wore a veil and stared at the lake with reflected lights, her voice was cold.

"Aunt Xiao, tell me what the situation is!"

Aunt Xiao, the housekeeper behind Chu Qingyi, was silent, wanting to speak again and again, and then silent.

In the end, Aunt Xiao sighed helplessly, and then slowly told what she had investigated.

"Today, the maid who is responsible for entertaining at the door, the maid who is in charge of entertaining at the door, is taken away by the personal maid of the male son with a golden hairpin, and the personal maid of the male servant of the male son of the cover receives the young man of the Wu Gong instead of the bottle, and the maid should also be unintentional, leading the young man to the Huxin Pavilion dedicated to a clan elder."

"What happened later is the same as what the clan elder said to the young lady!"

Chu Qingyi was dressed in white and light yarn, and her sideburns were as beautiful as clouds.

"Bottle...... Bottle ......"

Chu Qingyi kept chanting this name in his mouth, which seemed to be very contradictory and unbearable...... I can't make up my mind.