"Good. ”

Xiao Daogu nodded vigorously in agreement, and at the same time took the wooden box handed by Xia Xun, turned around and walked back to the stone road with small steps. Seeing this cute little figure, Xia Xun couldn't help but think of the little watermelon in Yueyang, they also had such a pair of bright and dark eyes, and they were so well-behaved and cute.

"Hey, you still can't write?!"

Just as his thoughts were in his mind, the Confucian students who were watching around him suddenly drank impatiently. The person who drank the words had thick eyebrows and thin eyes on the Hanlin Confucian robe, and the expression on his face was full of contempt. Xia Xun glanced at it lightly, ignored it, gently opened the wooden box and took out the brush inside, and put the ink on the ground.

Looking up at the red silk on the left stone pillar...

"The phoenix is crying, and the birds are all winged. ”

As he looked, he muttered a couplet on a penny silk and pondered for a moment.

After a while, Xia Xun probably already had an article in his heart, so he bent down and dipped the pen in ink, and said with a smile: "Senior brother help me pick up the paper." ”

"Good. ”

Xiaodaogu, who was far away, walked to the martial arts arena, and the woman in white led her little hand away from people's field of vision.

Mo Xianying retracted his gaze, then took a few steps and grabbed the top two corners of the red silk on the ground with both hands, and picked it up to half the height of his body. When the paper was raised, the white hair turned black, the ink was full and moist, and under the gaze of the Confucian scholars, Xia Xun lifted the pen and walked to the front of the red silk. Take a deep breath and concentrate. When the frequency of Xu Xu's heart beat calmed down a little, his eyes suddenly lit up!

Raise your right hand lightly, and then go down!

"Boom..."

The pen follows the wind, the wind rises, and the dragon and tiger are trending.

The swarthy pen barrel is waved with the arm, like a dragon flying in the sky. The ink is flying, the clouds are flowing and the masculine brushstrokes are like a loose horse on the red satin, soaring into the air, and leaving the dust! In an instant, Xia Xun seems to be a completely different person, his plain face is arrogant and not inferior, and there is a domineering spirit between his eyes!

The momentum is compelling, and it is the power of the world!

"Hang on. ”

"Huh!"

Pen mention, pinching the edge.

Ink into a sword, break the paper out!

In just a few breaths, the pen walks the dragon and snake, the iron draws the silver hook, and the eleven big characters of the dragon and the tiger are all in one go!

As soon as Xia Xun drank his pride, Mo Xian immediately responded. Then he turned around and faced the archway of the mountain gate of the Hanlin Academy, stepped on the ground with his front foot, jumped up with his back foot, and jumped several feet high with red silk. In mid-air, he pushed out with both hands, used his fingers as a sword, and "poked" twice, quickly embedding the two corners of the red silk into the stone pillar!

"Wow..."

A roll of red silk slowly unfolded with the falling trend.

From top to bottom, eleven big black ink characters were like a terrifying thunderbolt, slashing down on the stone pillar from the nine heavens!

"The dragon is watching, and the beasts are crawling all over the mountain!"

Words are like words, words are like words, meaning into a dragon!

At first glance, this supreme majesty of the lower couplet is really like a dragon that fell here with thunder from the nine heavens, looking down at the mountain gate, all the Confucian students looking up to it!

Horrified, speechless.

Majestic...

The bystanders were overwhelmed by the contempt!

How many talented people think deeply, admiring and shame!

It is admiration from the heart, but it is also shame and anger that is difficult to speak.

admired the literary brilliance of the green shirt. "The phoenix is crying, and the birds are all winged. The dragon is staring, and the beasts are crawling all over the mountain!" "The two are opposite, and they are extremely public and powerful, which can be called absolute in the world." And what is more important is this word. Xia Xun's eleven words are written in one go, without interruption, extremely strong, with the breeze blowing, the red silk fluttering, it is like a real heavenly dragon being imprisoned on this small piece of red silk, constantly revealing the supreme deterrence! Even compared to Yu Youran's cold arrogance and lonely frost, like the endless vast snow-capped mountains, it can also be better. With this coupling in front, the name of Xia Xun's genius is that even the Martial Confucian Supreme Hanlin Academy can't hide its light. Who can not admire such a genius?

And shame and anger are even simpler. Luan Feng to the dragon, cry to the eye, birds to the beast, wings to prostrate. The former couplet compared the visitor to a foreign bird, and told him to put away his wings and not to be shy. Later, the couplet boasted of being a dragon, and compared the Hanlin Confucian students in front of him to the beasts of the valley, and they all had to kneel and bow down. Comparing the two couplets, the next link is undoubtedly to step on the face of the Hanlin Academy! Humiliated at the door of his own house, who can not be ashamed or angry?

"Senior brother, let's go. ”

"Good. ”

There was a shock around them, and no one had anything to say.

Xia Xun put away his pen and ink, crossed the archway again with the ink and walked back into the Hanlin Courtyard. It's just that the trees want to be quiet and the wind doesn't stop. In front of everyone's eyes, you and pee at the door of other people's homes, and now you still want to go into the house to worship the mountain, how can the people of this Hanlin Academy be so easy to bully?

"Wait!"

“......”

The words came with anger and rage.

Come on, I've had a literary comparison, and I have to compete in martial arts...

Xia Xun and Mo Xian stopped and looked back when they heard the sound. But I saw that the person who was talking was the sturdy man with thick eyebrows and thin eyes, and at this time, his face was full of anger, and he held a six-foot black steel heavy sword, and walked out of the crowd: "What kind of bullshit are you writing? It stinks! I am such a big person, and I have never seen anyone dare to fart in front of my house..."

"Excuse me, are you alone?"

"Huh?"

Xia Xun suddenly asked a word without a second step, cutting off the second half of Lu Tatar's words.

Lu Tatar didn't understand what Xia Xun meant, and grinned and asked: "What are you farting, what do you mean by me?"

Xia Xun said: "I mean, are you the only one who wants to use a knife with us?"

Direct, is quite direct.

Lu Tar smiled disdainfully: "Heh, whoever insults me Hanlin, everyone will be punished by the disciples of Hanlin." I'm not the only one who wants to use the knife against you?"

"Then you all go together. ”

“......”

"So arrogant!"

"The man in black does have some ability, and I don't blame him for being arrogant. ”

"I've heard that he used to fight three thousand at a time..."

"So scary?"

"Humph!"

Xia Xun's arrogant words immediately caused a group of Confucians to make a noise.

Lu Ta was even more surprised, he didn't expect Xia Xun to show the carriage and horses so directly, and he didn't expect that on the territory of the Hanlin Academy, he would dare to say such arrogant words, that is, he didn't take the students of the Hanlin Academy in his eyes at all. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be angry, raised his sword in his big hand, and Lu Tatar gritted his teeth and shouted: "Cut the rotten grass mustard, why do you need others to do it for you?

"Oh well. ”

Xia Xun didn't answer anymore, and took half a step to the side and directly got out of the way.

Mo Xian understood, then walked to the front of Xia Xun, clasped his fists with both hands towards Lu Ta, and said coldly: "I don't want to talk nonsense with you, if you want to fight, please." ”

"Humph!"

"Rush!"

Lan Mang was vigorous, and he couldn't help but say that he really wanted to fight.

Mo gossip, Lu Tatar on the other side snorted coldly, and immediately burst out! The back foot stepped on the ground and raised two feet of fine sand, and the heavy sword in both hands was raised high, and the whole person was like a rising lion, and he jumped towards Mo Xian at once!

And then...

The other end.

"Poof!"

There was a sword roar, and the cold light shimmered.

Under the attention of everyone, Mo Xian disappeared directly out of thin air!

No one could see how he disappeared because it was so fast. When others can see Mo Xian's figure again, it will be a blink of an eye...

In the blink of an eye, it was all over.

The heavy sword made it hover in mid-air, but Lu Tatar forcibly stopped, and it was difficult to be confident in his jaw-dropping. Mo Xian's figure appeared seven zhang away from the original position, the sword eyebrows were handsome and cold, the three-foot Qingfeng palm stretched straight forward between his hands, and the tip of the sword was half an inch in front of Lu Tatar's throat!

There's only one blink of an eye...

"What a fast sword!"

"Just... What just happened!?"

"It's too fast. ”

Fast, too fast.

Mo Xian only made a sword, but almost no one could see how this sword came out. Lu Tar couldn't either, because he stepped forward before he landed, and before his back feet were padded, Mo Xian's sword was already resting on his throat...

Half an inch further, and he will surely die.

"Poof!"

Qingfeng moved upwards and slowly retracted the scabbard.

Flicking his hands and rolling up his sleeves, his sword eyebrows swept coldly inside and outside the mountain gate: "Who else is coming?"

“......”

There was no echo of the words, and the stone sank into the sea.

The people around him were worried, and few people looked at him, and no one dared to stop him again. With such a fast sword speed, can you wait for a heads-up?

So, Mo Xian turned around and walked into the stone road, followed by Xia Xun.

The other end.

To the southwest, the small building is by the railing.

"Why didn't Senior Brother Bai make a move?"

"Boom..."

Write in front of the door, paint here.

Turning and pressing, Zang Feng leaked sideways, and a dragon soared into the air with anger. The dragon tail pans the mountain gate, the dragon head leans down on all beings, splashes ink into clouds, suddenly frustrates into bones, the posture is majestic and the demeanor is majestic! The painter is wonderful, and the charm of the sword of the ink leisure is engraved in the seven-foot danqing, the wind becomes a dragon, the momentum becomes a tiger, and the speed is imprisoned in the shape and meaning, and it is lifelike. Such a perfect painter can be a national hand!

In comparison, the words hanging in front of the mountain gate are not inferior.

"Why do you want to make a move?"

The pen is raised, the ink is brushed, and the clear pool is instantly blackened.

The clear-eyed speaker looked at the dragon in the painting and chuckled and continued: "I have already reminded him that he has to go his own way, and I have no choice." ”

"But this is the Hallym Academy. ”

"That's why I can't make a move. ”

"Why?"

"We are literati. ”

“......”