The scolding was even louder, and everyone didn't know what trick he was going to play, even Mu Yanrong and Huang Yingying, who were watching the battle on the platform, pinched a cold sweat for him.

The cursive writing of the sage king is not only calligraphy and ink is extraordinary, but also has a Taoist momentum, which is ininimitable and Yi Shaotian appreciates it the most.

He had seen the authentic work of this immortal worship sticker when he was young, although he had only seen the first half of the sticker, but the realm power contained in it made him dizzy and almost vomited blood to death.

I am afraid that there are very few people in the world who can leave the realm Dao momentum on the words, not to mention that they can keep it for thousands of years, this kind of Tao is already extraordinary.

He gulped and drank a big sip of wine, but he always felt that something was missing in his heart, and he couldn't lift that strength, and he couldn't feel the surging blood.

Suddenly, a voice like a silver bell came from the tall building in the distance. "Brother Yi, come on!" like a fairy sound, his heart fluttered, as if he saw a ray of sunshine in the darkness, making him feel like a spring breeze and facing the rising sun.

"It's Rong'er. A warmth rose in Yi Shaotian's heart, and her voice lingered for three days, which suddenly filled him with strength.

He geared up and became energetic, and finally took out two iron pens from his arms, one was a Fengxing pen, the other was a fine iron pen, looking at the Fengxing pen in his hand, Yi Shaotian's heart and blood were high, and a fanatical power went straight into the sea of spiritual consciousness, because this was the real fame weapon of the book saint king back then.

"Can he really draw and write with two brushes?"

"I've only heard of it, but I've never seen it. ”

"Ah, if that's the case, then we're not betting in the wrong place. ”

"Calm, if you hold two pens, you may not be able to write with two hands, brother, you say yes?"

"That's right, it's like I take two pig-killing knives, but to be honest, I'm not selling pork. ”

"And what do you do?"

"I'm a chicken seller. ”

"Cut ......"

There was a lot of talking.

The paper on the table is not ordinary paper, it is a kind of thick old book paper.

I saw that half of the incense had burned half.

Yi Shaotian's hands moved vividly, a gust of wind whistled, faintly starlight sprinkled, and Shen Jianglai, the dean of the Donglin Academy, finally fell back in his throat.

His two strokes danced wildly like a dragon, and a sense of literature and Taoism permeated his body, and only his vague figure could be seen turning.

A momentum no less than Zhou Chenghai danced on the table with his gestures, like two swimming dragons flying at the tip of the pen, swallowing the world naturally, and the heavy figures were dizzying, only to see his light and shadow in front and back.

"Alright. Just as Zhou Chenghai applauded loudly, Yi Shaotian had already stopped.

The two finished writing at the same time, and when everyone applauded and cheered for Zhou Chenghai, they were also shocked at the same time.

Then Xie Qing, Chu Tianxiang, Wen Youdao, Zhu Donglai and others also got up.

Everyone was surprised, and someone lost their voice and said, "Yi Shaotian is so fast, it can't be a ghost drawing talisman, right?"

Because the time he took was obviously half that of Zhou Chenghai, although this was not counted, because the time was calculated from the beginning to the submission of the papers, but the audience was shocked.

When the time is up, the examiners begin to score.

Yi Shaotian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at this time he was already sweating, almost collapsed, when he looked up at Rong'er on the railing of the building, he saw her smiling, like a hibiscus out of the water, and suddenly felt like a spring breeze.

Huang Yingying, who was beside Rong'er, also had beautiful eyes at this time, smiling again and again, and her eyes showed surprise and admiration.

When they entered the Accord, leaving only Pian's back, he sighed alone: "With them, my wish is fulfilled, and I will welcome Rong'er and Ying'er when I am the top student of high school in the coming day." As soon as he thought of the Nine True Pictures given to him by Master Bukong, his mood became bad again.

"Brother Yi, I just saw that you are passionate and extraordinary, and you must have a chance of winning this competition, congratulations. It was Xie Qing who spoke, and he was polite with a folding fan in his hand.

As soon as he saw him, Yi Shaotian was inexplicably a little embarrassed, this Xie Qing, who was neither male nor female, always made him a little inexplicably throbbing, so that he always thought that there was something wrong with his emotional orientation, he couldn't help but take two steps back, and said: "It turned out to be Brother Xie, cough, Xiaosheng just played on the spot, thank you for your appreciation." ”

Seeing this, Xie Qing took a few steps forward with a smile and leaned towards him.

Yi Shaotian inexplicably took two steps back and said, "Cough, Brother Xie, it is really a blessing in the world to have a talented and beautiful student like you, do you plan to gain a fame?"

Xie Qing snorted and said, "Fame, I don't have much interest in fame, but I ...... you."

Yi Shaotian was shocked and said, "Brother Xie, what do you mean by this?" He was startled and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Xie Qing actually had a sense of teasing in his heart, he took a few steps forward and said with a smile: "Haha, why is Brother Yi so afraid of me?"

Although it was a break at this time, and everyone had begun to disperse, there were still many people waiting anxiously outside for the results of the competition.

Yi Shaotian said: "Cough, the man is not kissed, Brother Xie, please stop." ”

Xie Qing chuckled: "The sage said, men and women don't kiss, but no man said it, Xiaosheng just wanted to say that he admired your literary talent very much, but in the afternoon competition, we are about to see the real chapter." ”

Yi Shaotian laughed and said, "I see, then I'll rest assured." "It seems that I am thinking too much.

Xie Qing's expression changed slightly, and she smiled, "Why do you think?" She took a few steps closer.

Yi Shaotian hurriedly smiled and said: "Yesterday, you and I fought poems, Xiaosheng has made the next poem, but Brother Xie suddenly got drunk, I see this landscape overlapping love, why not chant a poem?"

Xie Qing said discoloredly: "Yesterday was indeed a small student who was not strong enough to drink, can you still remember Brother Yi's poem? ”

Yi Shaotian said with a smile: "Since you have forgotten, why do you need to remember it again." ”

"Brother Yi, let me think about it, spring...... Two or three people in the mountain stream, fine wine...... Tanhua stone to make a pavilion. Mirror Lake is a line of water and clouds, and the jade girl of Qionglou loves mortal dust, yes or no?"

Yi Shaotian exclaimed: "That's right, Xiao Sheng's memory and talent for Brother Xie are really admired. ”

"Why don't you ask Brother Yi to listen to this poem by Xiaosheng too?"

He pointed to the mirror lake with a fan, and his thoughts were like springs, and he opened his mouth and chanted: "The spring in the mirror is as clear as the sky, and there are no mountain boats on the small bridge." Wait to see the plum blossoms spitting incense, who is the mandarin duck in the water?"

Yi Shaotian heard this poem, his face turned blue, look at this meaning, this Xie Qing is still as good as Longyang, this is amazing.

When he looked up, he saw someone pointing behind him, and he secretly said in his heart that it was over, and my reputation as a scholar was really finished.

"That's not Xie Qing, the great genius of the Holy Hall Academy, this is Yi Shaotian of the Donglin Academy, these two days, what is the situation?"

"Sure enough, is it really as the rumors say, oops, it's really dirty. A fat man with a full beard twisted his ass and stomped on the ground.