The number one demon general under the command of the Star Sea Demon Emperor turned out to be a man in a green shirt who was a master of the world, not only could he drink freely in the peach blossom forest, but also had a literary fight with Lin Feng.

"It's a pity that my generation of monks rarely has time to feel the elegance, and if I really want to fight, my chances of winning are not great. Lin Feng smiled humbly.

"It doesn't matter, you have to overcome me before I can pass from now on. In this way, the Star Sea Demon Emperor won't be bothering me. Besides, we can be regarded as friends with words, which is much better than swords!" said the man in the green shirt with a chic smile.

The majestic wind blows, the peach blossom forest falls into a red array, and the crimson peach petals in the sky are like red rain, which is very beautiful and spectacular.

Both of them were silent for a moment, quietly feeling this strange scene in the majestic wind with a fragrance.

"Since Brother Tai has such a Yaxing, then I, Lin, can only sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman. Lin Feng said.

"It's really bold, so let's have a three-win and two-loss ratio, including music, poetry, and ink landscapes?" said the man in green shirts.

Lin Feng nodded and said, "My name is Lin Feng, and I haven't asked for the name of Brother Tai yet." ”

"Xiao Yuanqiao, let's compete in the first game! I know you must be very good at music, because if you want to pass the level of the fifth demon general Jun Mochou, you must defeat her piccolo. Let's start now!" Xiao Yuanqiao, a man in a green shirt, flipped over his hand and took out a Jiaowei guqin from the storage bag.

He flicked his green shirt and carefully wiped the already dusty strings, his expression was very gentle, and he treated the Jiaowei guqin as if he were a sweetheart.

"Then you will be ugly. Lin Feng turned over and took out the blue Xing Muqin from the storage bag.

Then the two of them reached out almost at the same time and twisted slowly, moving the strings, and the sound of the dingdong was like mountains and flowing water, pouring out from both sides.

Although he is not an elegant person, he can still hear the string song and know the meaning of elegance.

The ethereal and clear sound of the piano lingers in the sky above the peach blossom forest, and the peach blossoms are flying all over the sky. Some fell on the skirts of men's garments, and some fell in streams.

Falling red with the flowing water, there are thousands of sorrows.

Because Lin Feng and Xiao Yuanqiao hit it off at first sight and sympathized with each other, they just compared the rhythm alone, and did not add a trace of anger to the piano sound. So. This is a purely textual meeting of friends, so that the beautiful sound of the piano permeates the island.

And in the ancient temple ten miles away, on the gilded throne sat a man wearing a gold mask and a black robe, he was the Star Sea Demon Emperor.

On either side stood two beautiful women, one red-haired and the other blue-haired.

There was a person kneeling respectfully below, it was none other than the Eighth Demon General, who was listening to the instructions of the Star Sea Demon Emperor.

"There were two sounds of Qingyue's piano coming from the island of the First Demon General. This intruder also has some real skills, Yaksha, what do you think about this?" said the Star Sea Demon Emperor's voice in a rather majestic and deep voice.

"Returning to the Demon Emperor, this intruder should have consumed a lot of combat power by defeating Jun Demon Chou and Sikong Hai in a row, and now it is the end of the strong crossbow, and it is impossible to wear it. Besides, there was no murderous intent in my listening to their piano sounds. IMHO, whether the first demon general is friendly with it or not. Reluctance to fight. "The Yaksha will tell his opinion.

The Star Sea Demon Emperor was wearing a gilded mask, and he couldn't see his expression, but his eyes flickered, and he was very profound.

"Since you say so, go and see for yourself, if necessary. You can help the first demon general kill this outsider. The Star Sea Demon Emperor said coldly.

"Subordinates obey!" the Yaksha demon said goodbye respectfully, and then the corners of his mouth went up, and a sneer flashed, he loved to harvest life.

In the peach blossom forest, Lin Feng and Xiao Yuanqiao, two masters of the world, are still playing the guqin. At this time. The sky is clear, the wind is smooth, the sound of the piano lingers around, and the peach blossoms are fluttering, and a qiē is as beautiful as this.

After a long time, the sound stopped. Both of them pressed their hands to the strings and looked at each other.

"Hey, it's still Brother Xiao's skills. On the guqin, I still put too little effort into it, and the artistic conception of playing the qin just now was completely pulled by you. Lin Feng sighed.

"Then I will accept it below. Xiao Yuanqiao smiled and brushed away the peach blossoms on the guqin and put away the guqin.

Lin Feng also put Xing Muqin away, then looked at Xiao Yuanqiao indifferently, and said, "Then let's have the second poetry competition!"

After being silent for a moment, Xiao Yuanqiao nodded and said, "Then how about we take peach blossoms as the theme and chant a little poem at will?"

Xiao Yuanqiao looked at the peach blossom forest like clouds, brewing poetry.

Lin Feng waited calmly, dressed in white like snow, blowing in a majestic wind, very chic and elegant.

"The east wind outside the peach blossom curtain is soft, and people and peach blossoms are not far away. Flowers are also worried, and the news of the curtain blows through. The door of the moss courtyard is empty, and the slanting sun railing is self-contained. The people on the fence cried to the east wind, and the peach blossoms stood in the skirt. The fog is wrapped in smoke and seals 10,000 plants, and the walls of the baking building are red and blurred. Xiao Yuanqiao chanted this poem in a sad tone.

Lin Feng clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Sure enough, it is a good poem, the scenes are blended, and the artistic conception is charming." ”

"Brother Lin, it's time for you to compose poetry. Xiao Yuanqiao stared at him and said.

"If people's tears are compared to peach blossoms, tears will grow and flow from flowers. Tears are dry, tears are dry, and spring flowers are haggard. The haggard flowers cover the haggard people, and the flowers fly and the people are tired and easy to dusk. As soon as Du Yuchun returned, the lonely curtain was empty and the moon was scarred. Milliduan Yunxiu Linshuang wrote, and the mouth was fragrant to the moon. Lin Feng leisurely recited the poems made by flashes of inspiration.

The peach blossom forest is very quiet, and the quiet atmosphere makes people feel at ease beyond the transcendent red dust.

Life is rare is to be comfortable, if you are dedicated to the pursuit of the goal in your heart, you will often suffer many setbacks, and seek falsehood, which can be said to be more than worth the loss.

You can try your best to pursue, once you fail, there is nothing unwilling, after all, you have pursued it wholeheartedly, and you are worthy of it, it is enough.

In fact, the result is often unimportant, and this process of pursuit is often worth remembering forever.

Therefore, Lin Feng feels that pursuing with a given mentality will not be biased towards attachment, which is a kind of detachment.

Lin Feng has always been a person who is tenacious and persistent in his goals, but he also has an attitude, that is, when he is tired, find a quiet place, drink in the wind, and be a master of Yishi.

"It's really a wonderful poem, Brother Lin's writing is brilliant, I admire it very much. Xiao Yuanshan said heartily.

"We both use peach blossoms as the theme, and the poems we make are so sad that it's hard to distinguish between the superior and the inferior!" Lin Feng said.

"Whereever! I bow down, for your verses are more beautiful and transcendent. Xiao Yuanqiao groaned: "Although I know that good poetry is the same as music, sad but not sad, but I was too sad in the first half of my life, so I failed to be sad but not sad." This one is considered my defeat, so we each won one game, and there is no competition left for the last ink landscape. ”

"I still have some knowledge of music and poetry, but I am very unfamiliar with Danqing, especially the ink landscape you proposed, I haven't painted it for a long time. Lin Feng smiled.

"Don't worry, let's fight each other with text, if you lose after all, you can continue to challenge, and you can choose the next challenge item, as long as it's not a sword to each other. Xiao Yuanqiao flipped over and took out pen, ink, paper and inkstones from the storage bag, all of which were very delicate treasures.

Lin Feng felt a little funny in his heart, after all, Xiao Yuanqiao, as the first demon general under the Star Sea Demon Emperor, actually did not have a fierce fighting spirit, but chose Wendou.

Xiao Yuanqiao spread out the rice paper on the stone table, lifted the wolf's hair, dipped it in thick ink, and then walked around on the rice paper, which was quite meaningful.

He didn't ask Lin Feng why he didn't mention the pen to paint, and the artistic conception was immersed in the artistic conception of the landscape he created.

The mountains and rivers are rippling, the artistic conception is far-reaching, and it looks like a fairy abode in the shroud of clouds and mist.

"Could it be that Brother Xiao once lived in a hilly area? Such a beautiful landscape is diametrically opposed to the scene of the sea and sky of the sea of stars. Lin Feng smiled.

"That's right, this is my hometown, but unfortunately it was destroyed many years ago, and the vicissitudes of life have made it swallowed by the sea after all. All I can do is to depict the landscape of my hometown in my memory. While carefully painting the landscape painting, Xiao Yuanqiao told Lin Feng about this faint nostalgia and nostalgia.

After a stick of incense, Xiao Yuanqiao finally drew the last peak, put his pen on the inkstone, looked up at Lin Feng, and said: "My painting scroll has been completed, Lin Feng still hasn't mentioned the pen, is he going to admit defeat?" Actually, I really want to see the landscape of your hometown, Brother Lin!"

"Since Brother Xiao said so, it would be wrong for me not to mention the pen again. Lin Feng put the Yanlong Sword on the grass next to him, then jumped up, and waved the Dragon Slashing Sword casually, the clear sword was extremely gorgeous, and it turned into a sword curtain to scrape a large number of peach blossoms into a splendor of peach blossoms, and the surrounding ground was covered with a thick layer of peach blossoms.

"What are you going to do here?" Xiao Yuanqiao asked with a frown.

"Of course, it's to make a place to put rice paper, the stone table is too narrow, how can it be used well?" Lin Feng fell to the ground and put away the dragon slaying sword.

Xiao Yuanqiao looked at Lin Feng suspiciously, he now felt that Lin Feng was more suitable to be a hermit than him.

But see, Lin Feng chose a large pair of rice paper and spread it on the peach blossoms on the ground.

Then, Lin Feng gathered his spirit, polished the ink a few times, and then held the inkstone in his left hand and the pen in his right hand. He used the unique technique of his hometown, splashing ink landscapes!

Splashing ink is a painting method of Chinese painting, also known as freehand painting, which is a painting method that uses a pen dipped in ink to sprinkle a large piece of ink on paper or silk to draw the image of an object, like splashing ink on it.

Lin Feng has already become a bamboo in his chest, according to the landscape scene imagined in his heart, he is very arbitrary and chic to splash ink and paint, very free and easy, without rigorous techniques, but it is extremely wonderful, like an antelope hanging horns, no trace can be found.

It only took half a stick of incense to complete Lin Feng's ink-splashed landscape painting, which was three zhang long, depicting the winding and majestic mountains and ravines of the Green Wilderness, as well as the Chen River running through it.

The painting scroll is the epitome of the landscape, which is painted with splashed ink and is more freehand and expressive.

Xiao Yuanqiao was simply amazed, he didn't know that the landscape could also use the technique of splashing ink, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. (To be continued......)