"Okay, old leaf, give me the willow branch just now. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Su Lin looked at the willow sap full of vitality, and his heart already had a bottom, and then took the willow branch, held it in his hand, as if it was an ordinary Wenbao brush, and dipped it in the willow leaf juice.

"Wicker is a pen, willow juice is ink, this Su Lin, is he really going to use willow juice to make poems......? How do you make a poem?"

Prefect Huang Hezhang said in surprise, and the head of the courtyard next to him, Fang Zhengye, stared at him and said, "It's not simple......! He did not intend to use the power of the Divine Force, but to compose poetry with pure thought, the Living Power...... Yes, that's right, Su Lin saw the living thoughts in the willow branches...... Poetry with thoughts? This ...... Will this work?"

Although Fang Zhengye guessed Su Lin's intentions, he had never seen anyone who could compose poems with pure thoughts, so he began to look forward to it, not knowing if Su Lin could succeed.

"Do you really want to paint with wicker and willow juice?

Zhao Hong couldn't see through Su Lin's approach at all, and with a skeptical attitude, he questioned, "Can he make Zhenguo poems like this?"

"What kind of plan does this Su Shizi have? Using wicker and willow juice is unheard of? Could it be that he is a person who sells his reputation and fame, but just pretends to be profound, and fools us?"

Even Ye Mingxin was suspicious of Su Linlai, after all, such a practice was really incredible.

As for the onlookers, they were very disappointed. Although they didn't know if wicker and willow juice could be used, Surin didn't use ink to paint, so they lost a good opportunity to collect Surin ink treasures.

At this time, at the bottom of the Yellow River, the eldest princess of the Dragon Clan also used spell images to watch the various dynamics of Su Lin on the bank, and she also asked the Prime Minister of the Turtle next to her with a curious face: "Prime Minister of the Turtle Clan, Confucian of the Human Race, who writes and composes poems with wicker and willow juice?"

"Unheard of! Eldest Princess, as far as I know, Confucian scholars of the human race usually use Shengli ink to write poems and lyrics, which can increase the role of poetry. And if there is a dragon's blood coral ink similar to our Dragon Palace, this kind of material will be used instead of holy power...... However, this willow juice has no power at all!"

Prime Minister Gui Cheng was also misty, and said strangely, "It stands to reason that Su Lin has the dragon blood coral ink given to him by the eldest princess, even if he wants to write a poem, he has to take out this dragon blood coral ink! Not to mention anything else, if he uses dragon blood coral ink to write poems about Zhenguo, maybe it will still be possible to break the ice." Just with this willow juice, even if it is Zhenguo's poetry, it is unlikely to break the ......"

For the unique cold ice beads of this bitter cold land in the far north, Prime Minister Turtle is very aware of its power. It was frozen by cold thoughts, and after thousands of years of condensation, it was possible to have such a bead. The cold contained in it, even if it is released in the scorching desert on the edge of the continent, can make the temperature in it lower and freeze the ice.

It is precisely because of such a cold ice bead that Prime Minister Turtle and the eldest princess of the Dragon Clan are proud that they can confidently let Su Lin use the Qiankun Ding Weapon Spirit.

"Hmph, in that case, let's see what kind of poem Su Lin can write with willow juice, anyway, he can't break our ice. This princess is just spending it with him here, if the Qiankun Ding Weapon Spirit is really on his body, he will definitely be unable to help but take it out and use it. ”

The eldest princess of the dragon clan looked proud of her victory, and stared at Su Lin in the spell image with a smile. At this time, Su Lin had already picked up a wicker pen, dipped it in willow sap, and then spilled it on the ice of the Yellow River very casually.

"Sprinkle? What is this Surin doing? Isn't he writing poetry? Why is he throwing willow juice on the ice? Is this writing?"

"Even if you hold a wicker, you can write! But what's the matter with him swaying willow juice?"

"Is he painting? Look...... The willow juice on the ice seems to be slowly gathering on its own......"

......

Everyone didn't understand Su Lin's actions at this time, writing didn't look like writing, just casually swaying willow juice on the ice, anyone would!

"Shizi, you are ......"

Ye Hongye couldn't understand Su Lin's approach, but he was closer to Su Lin, but he had already felt a strong vitality around Su Lin and began to move majestically.

"Look...... Draw...... It's really a painting! It's amazing! The willow juice that Surin swayed at random actually formed a painting on the ice surface......

"What paintings, get out of the way, I'll take a look...... Didn't you say that you were writing poetry?

......

As soon as they heard that portraits were beginning to form on the ice, everyone rushed to the shore to watch.

I don't know if I don't see it, but I'm really shocked when I see it. On the mirror-like transparent ice, the willow juice that Su Lin spilled down was green and shiny, but after falling on the ice, it seemed to have life and began to gather.

One drop!

Ten drops ......

100 drops ......

As more and more willow juice was swayed into the ice by Su Lin, everyone also opened their eyes and saw that the images gathered on the ice gradually had an outline.

"Willow ...... This is the willow tree, and Surin painted a willow tree......"

"That's right! It's really a willow tree, and the willow juice that Su Lin sprinkled at random can actually form a painting of a willow tree by itself...... It's amazing......"

Someone could see at a glance that the image of the formed was a willow tree, a crystal jasper willow tree, with ten thousand branches and leaves hanging low. What's even more amazing is that the willow juice that makes up the willow branches is still rolling back and forth in small increments, and when you look down from the shore, it looks as if the willow branches are being blown by the breeze, which is really lifelike.

"Celestia! look...... The willow tree painted by Surin is actually on top of our heads......! What a powerful vitality of thought......"

As soon as Prime Minister Turtle looked up suddenly, he saw the image of a huge willow tree on the ice above his head, and the vitality in it pressed on top of their heads, making him feel very stressed.

"What's going on? Prime Minister Turtle, didn't Su Lin only use willow sap? How could the sap of the willow tree have such a powerful oppressive force?"

The eldest princess of the dragon clan also frowned, he actually felt a strong threatening aura from this painting of the willow tree.

"Interesting! Interesting! Huang Zhifu, you see...... Instead of composing poetry, Su Lin painted such a picture of a willow tree, wonderful!

Fang Zhengye, the head of the courtyard, couldn't help but applaud, but the prefect Huang Hezhang was confused, and asked: "The head of the courtyard, this mansion is confused, didn't Su Lin say that he wanted to write poetry before? Why has it changed to painting now? and...... How did he break the ice with this painting of a willow tree?"

"Haha! You wait! The best is yet to come! After the painting is finished, I think Surin will be able to write poetry. I just don't know what kind of poem Su Lin will accompany such a lifelike and vibrant painting? The old man is really curious!" Fang Zhengye, the head of the courtyard, said with a smile.

"Poetry with paintings, it seems that Su Lin can still write poems, can it be Zhenguo?" prefect Huang Hezhang was also surprised.

"After working on it for a long time, Su Lin came up with such a painting? It's too insulting to his reputation, isn't it? Didn't he say that he had written several poems about Zhenguo? Could it be that he was done today, and he couldn't write poems, so he deliberately used a painting to perfunctory us?"

Among the students of the palace, Ye Mingxin saw that Su Lin had not yet started to write poems, so he first pouted and said dissatisfiedly. He admired Su Lin before, in order to use Su Lin to fight Zhao Hong, in fact, in his heart, he has always been very jealous of Su Lin, so he naturally has an expectation that Su Lin will not be able to write poetry.

"No! Su Lin is going to paint with poems, and paint with poems. In this way, with the artistic conception of painting, the power of poetry will be even more terrifying. It's ...... go hand in hand."

Zhao Hong saw the clue, squinted his eyes, and said in surprise.

"Painting with a poem......?"

Before Ye Mingxin had time to think about the relationship in his head, Su Lin on the shore had already shouted, picked up the wicker, jumped onto the ice, and quickly began to write next to the willow tree in the painting.

"Song of the Willows"

Jasper made a tree high,

10,000 hanging down green silk.

I don't know who cut out the leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

Brush and brush, put pen into a book, this time, Su Lin did not use wicker to dip willow sap, but directly carved it on the ice with wicker. Forcefully carved out this song "Yongliu" in the ice.

"Wrote poetry...... Quick look...... Surin wrote a poem......"

"It's not writing, it's carving, he can even carve words on hard ice with wicker......"

"What kind of poems have you written? Get out of the way, I'll take a look...... Huh? "Yongliu"? Isn't this an ice-breaking poem? What did he do when he wrote a "Yongliu"?"

......

Everyone on the shore has seen Su Lin's poem, but few people can understand Su Lin's poem, not to mention other literary issues, just the theme of this poem is "Yongliu", what does it have to do with breaking the ice?

However, just when everyone on the shore was puzzled, the Great Wall shook, and nine sacred bricks of poetry were lowered, which was a sign of Zhenguo poetry, and another Zhenguo poem was born. Moreover, more than that, in the midst of Su Lin's shout, the entire ice surface began to tremble, and the poems and paintings instantly became one, and the vitality of the poems and paintings burst out.

"Willow ...... Look...... What's wrong with the willows on the shore......"

"Ahh......h Scissors...... On the ice, a huge pair of scissors appeared......"