It is unknown whether the emperor's inner expectations come from his own position, or some unknown grievance, or for some other reason.

But what can be known is that this battle between Wang Xizhi and Su Shi, no matter what the result is, will show all the saints present some scenery that they have never seen before, and they have never been to distant places.

Although the saints were a full hundred miles away from the shore of the Drinking Horse Lake at this time, and they couldn't even see the figures of the two sides of the battle, it didn't prevent them from feeling the process of this battle.

The path of the Holy Path, more important than seeing, is enlightenment.

The so-called enlightenment is feeling.

Whether it is to feel the changes in the fluctuations of talent qi in the air, or the rise and fall of the temperature in the air, or even the strength of the purple gold brilliance on the Immortal Domain, it is an extremely rare experience.

As for how much you can realize in the end, it depends on your personal wisdom.

At this moment, the emperor raised his neck slightly, swept his empty and godless eyes towards the immortal barrier in front of him, and said three words in a deep voice.

"Here we go. ”

For a moment, all the saints were silent.

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On the shore of Yinma Lake, Wang Xizhi and Su Shi stood opposite each other, no more than five feet apart from each other, if you look at it according to the general standards of civil warfare, such a distance seems to be too close, it is not suitable for the stimulation of war literature, but more suitable for the sneak attack of warriors.

But this battle was not an ordinary civil war in the first place.

The two sides of the war were not ordinary literati.

One of them represents the highest calligraphy attainment in the world, and the other is the first person in the world.

As long as they want, then the battle can be within any distance. Happens at any time, but before that. Wang Xizhi still bent down and said, "Please give advice"

At this, Su Shi accepted it calmly. Because he entered the holy realm earlier than Wang Xizhi, and saw the scenery above the holy steps before Wang Xizhi, in addition, there was a more important reason.

Tu Sheng first taught him to compose lyrics, and then taught Wang Xi to write.

So he is Wang Xizhi's senior brother.

Therefore, in the face of Wang Xizhi's etiquette, Su Shi just bowed his head slightly and said with a smile: "Please." ”

As this word fell, the ink pen in Wang Xizhi's hand moved, and an ink line that was hundreds of miles long appeared in the air.

It stretches from the shore of Lake Drinking Horse to the end of the Immortal Domain.

Bai Jianqiu said to Su Wen. One of the keys to determining the victory or defeat of a text is the speed of writing and reciting, for example, the wolf killing in Bai Jianqiu's hand only needs three strokes.

So, how many strokes does it take for Wang Xizhi to write a calligraphy?

The answer is, one stroke.

In a single stroke, the ink line in the air will voluntarily condense into a graceful and subtle ink character, like a frightening flood, graceful like a swimming dragon, like a light cloud covering the moon, like the wind returning to the snow.

This is the stroke of genius.

"Twenty-six years of separation. Although I am now asking, I don't understand it. Save the next two books, but sigh. The snow is cold, and it has not been in 50 years. It's business as usual. I hope to come to the summer and autumn, or I can ask my ears again. It's like a long one, how can it be said. ”

"Snow Freezing Post".

Under a post. Snow fell in the air, and the cold wind blew the clouds in the air with an awe-inspiring meaning. The ice on the surface of Lake Yuma reflects the murmuring of the water below, and the whole world seems to be immediately returning to the winter night of a few months ago.

Meantime. This is also the dual realm of calligraphy, flowing clouds and water.

The weeping willows on the shore were hard to bear, and suddenly pressed their waists lower, and the willows were carved deep marks by the ice, even if they were covered by the snow, they could see the grooves, which made people's hearts palpitate.

This is the threefold realm of calligraphy, and it is divided into three parts.

The three realms of calligraphy, which are out of reach for ordinary people, are easy to come by in front of Wang Xizhi, and they can come with the book even without him deliberately stimulating them.

With a stroke of God, it immediately turned the shore of Yinma Lake into a cold winter within a hundred miles, and the night became even colder, even if the scorching sun was at this moment, it could not melt the ice and snow here.

Because Wang Xizhi's sage Wenxin is called eternal.

So Su Shi didn't try to melt the overwhelming cold, even at this time he was covered in snow, and from a distance, it looked like an eternal snow sculpture.

He simply recited one of his most famous lyrics in the world.

"The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the eternal romantic characters. To the west of the base, humanity is: Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. ”

This is the Shang Yin of "Nian Nujiao - Chibi Nostalgia", and its allusion comes from the history of the Three Kingdoms created by the Demon Lord Tu Sheng.

So in the next moment, the ice and stones on the surface of Yinma Lake shattered in response, and the blizzard piled up on the willow branches on the shore of the lake staggered and condensed, and rolled straight up, straight towards Wang Xizhi.

In this regard, Wang Xizhi just flicked his sleeves lightly, so the heavy ice stones and magnificent wind and snow all fell, smashing three feet in front of him, only splashing the bleak cold and patches of snow and mist.

But at the same time, from a radius of a hundred miles, a violent snowstorm suddenly blew, all the way from the end of the Immortal Domain, and soon appeared in front of Wang Xizhi's eyes.

The blizzard crushed the ice surface of Yuma Lake, blew up the stiff branches of the weeping willows on the shore, like an avalanche of dangerous peaks, like thunder on the horizon, and fell down violently, pressing on Wang Xizhi's body fiercely.

This is the dual realm of words and dao, and the atmosphere is majestic.

However, Wang Xizhi didn't realize this, his wrist flicked slightly, and the purple gold on the ink pen became more vigorous, so the ink line on the horizon became a little deeper.

Immediately afterwards, the holy post over Yuma Lake was like a black cloud pressing down on the city, and it was like an inconspicuous fishing line, one end was connected to the holy sky, and the other end was pulled by the wind and snow that was intended to be photographed.

The blizzard does not disperse for a long time, but it can't fall, like a raging giant whale, struggling and unable to get out.

At this time, Su Shi's voice sounded again as if it was just right.

"Back then, when I thought about Gongjin, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic. Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone. The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early. Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon. ”

This is the lower run.

Immediately, the cold ice and snow that originally covered Su Shi's body began to melt rapidly, and soon turned into a cold stream to the ground, leaving only a piece of light snow on Su Shi's forehead and turning into a white bandana, and a piece of cold ice condensed into a fan held in Su Shi's palm.

Then, Su Shi raised his hand and waved his fan, making a light move towards the air.

So the fishing line in the air collapsed and disappeared, and he could no longer pull the raging snow whale, so he could only let it fall towards Wang Xizhi.

This is the threefold realm of words, and every word is beautiful.

Seeing this, Wang Xizhi's expression finally moved slightly, and the ink pen in his hand waved more rapidly by half a minute.

"Xi Zhiduan: When the snow is fast, it is sunny, good. I want to be good. If it doesn't work out, it's not enough. ”

This post is called: "Sunny Post When the Snow is Fast".

So in the next moment, the wind and snow in the air suddenly stopped, the winter night died, the warm wind hit, and a round of real and illusory scorching sun poked its head out of the clouds.

Shine brightly.

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ps: Thanks for the 100 tip of 'Fireworks Easy to Cool', this chapter is very difficult to write, really difficult...... (To be continued......)