Li Changan's invitation to fight shocked a thousand waves with one stone.

Even in the second half of the night, the master hall of Songyue Academy was still brightly lit.

"What the hell does that Taibai want to do? How dare he? ”

"Just said a few words to him, can't you help this little thing?"

"Now that everyone is looking at us, what should we do?"

Lu Wenliang paced back and forth, his voice eager.

There are also three other masters.

The four of them were all masters of Songyue Academy, and they thought that even if they taught Taibai a lesson, Taibai would not dare to fight back.

But who would have thought?

Taibai not only returned the favor, but also went even further.

First write poems and scold, but now it is a direct invitation to fight!

Who dares to fight?

Every master has gone through the rigorous test of the literary saint list before he can become a master, and it is impossible not to have a few poems in his hand.

But the problem is that the current opponent is Taibai.

A newborn calf who is only capable of murder!

The two poems that Taibai took out, each of which has a master's level, and "Ascending the Ninth Floor" even thinks that it has touched the threshold of Wenzong.

No one knows what level Taibai's follow-up poems can reach.

Before he fails, even if the master confronts him, he will be terrified.

In January and March, how many masters have been cut down by him?

This is a demon who is not inferior to Su Yuantian!

"We have been roasted on the fire, and it is okay to fight, but if we do not fight, I am afraid we will be laughed to death."

"But what if you lose the war? All of what we said before fell on us. ”

"What do you say over there in the capital?"

"This is too white, it's really a big rebellion."

Just when the four masters were in a hurry because of Li Changan, Li Changan was sleeping and sleeping very sweetly.

On the sixth day of the third month, early in the morning,

After the family finished breakfast,

Li Changan pulled Liu Zhiyin into the study.

"Erlang, why do you have to practice calligraphy early in the morning? Don't you go to the academy? Liu Zhiyin asked puzzledly.

Li Changan's face was filled with a heartfelt smile, "Sister-in-law, have you forgotten what day it is?" ”

Liu Zhiyin blinked, "What day?" I remember that the academy was restless today. ”

Li Changan grabbed Liu Zhiyin's hand and pulled Liu Zhiyin closer together, and the two almost stuck together.

"Happy birthday, sister-in-law." Li Changan approached Liu Zhiyin's ear and said softly.

Liu Zhiyin's earlobes quickly became ruddy, and then the flush spread to the entire pretty face.

"Erlang still remembers......" Liu Zhiyin's heart overflowed with joy, and a pair of eyes smiled like a crescent moon.

Li Changan took out a brocade box from the cabinet in the study.

"...... this?"

"Open it and take a look."

Liu Zhiyin opened the brocade box as he said, and when he saw the light purple jade bracelet in the brocade box, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"Erlang...... It's expensive, right? ”

Li Changan grabbed Liu Zhiyin's slender hand, "I'll put it on for my sister-in-law." ”

Liu Zhiyin pursed his lips and chuckled softly, and the whole person seemed to be bathed in light.

The pink wrist lined with the lilac jade bracelet became more and more delicate and fair, and Liu Zhiyin smiled coquettishly like a child who had gotten his favorite toy.

Li Changan's index finger moved, and he couldn't help pinching the tip of Liu Zhiyin's nose, "Do you like it?" ”

"Hmm." Liu Zhiyin lowered his head, gently leaned on Li Changan's shoulder, and fiddled with the lilac jade bracelet on his wrist.

"Hey, are there any words in there?"

Liu Zhiyin hurriedly raised his hand and put it in front of his eyes, for fear that he had seen it wrong.

"There are really words......"

Liu Zhiyin seemed to have discovered a new continent, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise every time he saw a word.

"Doesn't my sister-in-law want to read my poems?" Li Changan let go of Liu Zhiyin's hand and walked to the desk, "Yuzhuo is a poem I wrote." ”

"Really?" Liu Zhiyin's eyes widened in surprise, looking at Li Changan, his lips slightly opened, and he was happier than he got the jade bracelet.

"I'll write it to my sister-in-law." Li Changan spread out the rice paper and carefully studied the ink.

Liu Zhiyin's eyes have been following Li Changan closely, unwilling to leave at all, and his heart is all tied to Li Changan.

Li Changan took a deep breath, and the literary qi in the Wen Palace suddenly boiled and made a loud noise.

Lifting the pen and dipping it in ink, Li Changan seemed to want to vent the strong feelings in his heart, and put pen to paper.

"The Evil Spirit: Giving a Bosom Friend"

"Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. ”

"The mountains are edgeless, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are together, and you dare to be with the king."

With each stroke, the floor of the study seemed to shake with it.

When the last stroke was over, the whole piece of rice paper could not bear such a strong tone and emotional catharsis, and trembled wildly, as if there was a pair of invisible hands trying to tear the rice paper to pieces.

Li Changan's face was pale, and he pressed one hand on the rice paper, and there was less than forty percent of the literary qi left in the Wen Palace, all of which poured out, stacked on the rice paper layer by layer.

He never expected that the full use of master calligraphy would consume so much.

The consumption of literary qi is just a trivial matter, and the key is that the spirit has become extremely weak, as if it is a serious illness.

A round of poetry and civilization in the Wen Palace, a steady stream of literary atmosphere, and the poetry and literary stars representing "Acacia Two" are generating literary atmosphere, which is filling the already empty Wen Palace.

Half of the poems "Will Toast" and "Evil Gifts" have not yet been publicized to the public, so the corresponding poems and stars have not produced any literary atmosphere.

The movement of rice paper finally subsided.

Li Changan propped his hands on the desk and breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Zhiyin hurriedly stepped forward, supported Li Changan, and asked anxiously, "Erlang, how is it?" ”

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, I'm fine." Li Changan patted the back of Liu Zhiyin's hand, "I'll tell my sister-in-law this poem." ”

"Hmm." Liu Zhiyin looked at the poem in front of him, the whole person seemed to be suspended in mid-air, and his head was a little dizzy.

"Evil, I want to know you and live a long life."

"Oh my God, I want to know and love you every day, never exhausted and never ended."

Li Changan's voice was very soft, but word by word was like thunder, falling on Liu Zhiyin's ears.

"The mountains are edgeless, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are together, and you dare to be with the king."

"Unless the mountains become flat, the surging rivers dry up and break off, the cold winter thunders, the scorching heat and heavy snow, and the heaven and earth intersect and return to chaos, I will be willing to abandon my affection for you."

Liu Zhiyin raised his head blankly and looked at Li Changan, who had a gentle face, his smiling eyes kept blinking, and the tears in his eyes slid down.

Liu Zhiyin's nose trembled, and there was a hint of crying in his voice, "Erlang ......"

The paleness on Li Changan's face improved slightly, lowered his head, and reached out to wipe away Liu Zhiyin's tears.

Yet the tears grew.

"Like it? Bosom friend ......"

Liu Zhiyin nodded vigorously, "Woo...... Loved ......"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Li Changan held Liu Zhiyin's face with both hands and carefully held her soft lips.

It's so fragrant, so sweet, the heavens and the earth seem to be spinning.

Liu Zhiyin was drunk, as if he had drunk a pound and two pots, and the whole person was floating in the air.

Li Changan wanted to continue to ask for it, but was interrupted by a voice from the door,

"Ah, my brother and sister actually kissed me behind my back!" Liu Linglong crossed her waist and shouted angrily.

Liu Zhiyin's face was flushed, and he buried his head in Li Changan's chest shyly, and didn't look up.

Li Changan is half a pity, half helpless, "exquisite......"

Just wanted to complain, but there was a sudden pain in his waist, and it turned out that Liu Zhiyin pinched it shyly.

"Brother, I want to kiss too!" Liu Linglong ran to Li Changan's side, seriously broke Li Changan's face, and then stood on tiptoe and printed it hard.

"Hmm......"

"Hmm......"

Two cries of pain rang out before and after.

Liu Linglong's strength was too great, and the kiss was kissed, but the noses of the two people also collided together.

Liu Linglong covered her nose, her eyes were full of sore tears, and Li Changan did the same, inhaling in pain.

Liu Zhiyin, who was so shy that he couldn't do it, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Liu Linglong rubbed her nose, glared at Li Changan hard, and pouted, "It's not allowed to be like this in the future, you know?" ”

"If you want to kiss your sister, you have to kiss me!"

"I'm going to eat sweet and sour tenderloin at noon today, as well as braised pork ......"

After saying that, he ran out of the study again.

Li Changan couldn't cry or laugh, and Liu Zhiyin looked at each other and smiled, and the charming atmosphere had long since disappeared.

Liu Zhiyin gently got up from Li Changan's arms, and his face was so ruddy that Li Changan couldn't help but take a bite.

"Erlang ......" Liu Zhiyin shrank his neck and exhaled.

Li Changan smiled and smacked his lips, then lifted the rice paper on the desk.

The thick ink not only penetrated the rice paper, but even the two lines of poetry were engraved on the table.

Power through the back of the paper!

Penetrating!

Looking at the desk, filled with poems with a smart and free artistic conception, these two words popped up in Li Changan's mind.

Especially three points into the wood.

It does not involve the use of grammar, and only top calligraphy masters can do it.

It's not the kind of beginner who enters the threshold, or enters the house, but the real top, the pinnacle of calligraphy masters.

"Words and emotions are blended, and form and spirit are one." Li Changan muttered softly.

Liu Zhiyin held the rice paper babyishly, "Erlang, you help me frame it, I want to treasure it." ”

"Okay, I'll give all my time to my sister-in-law today."

"By the way, Erlang still has to go to the academy, but he must not be late." Liu Zhiyin suddenly remembered that the academy was restless today, and he exhaled nervously, and hurriedly urged Li Changan to go to the academy.

Li Changan nodded the tip of Liu Zhiyin's nose, "I took leave yesterday, and I am at home with my sister-in-law today." ”

Liu Zhiyin lowered his head shyly, his heart was full of joy, and he couldn't hide it.

"Bosom friend."

"Hmm."

"Bosom friend."

"Hmm."

……

The two of them called each other's names like this, and the other responded gently, but they didn't feel bored at all, but felt that the air was filled with a sweet smell.

"I'm going to clean up and I'll go out into the street later to buy things for framing." Liu Zhiyin said softly.

Li Changan reluctantly let go of his hand.

Sitting on the chair, Li Changan summoned Wen Zheng, and the literary atmosphere that had just recovered in the Wen Palace turned into a pen tip, and wrote "Shang Evil: Gift to Bosom Friend".

After thinking about it, I wrote another sentence under "Two Lovesick Songs",

"The new poem "Evil Spirit: Gift to Bosom Friends" has been released...... I was happy today, and suddenly remembered that the four masters were all from Songyue Academy, so it was naturally inappropriate to invite the battle in March. ”

"If the four masters feel that they are not happy, we will have another one in April, Taibai is waiting for you at any time!"