"Haha, the color of the world written by Brother Yan Yulinling, all the Taoist friends are sad and sad for this parting, come, come, come, I will write an ancient poem for you, and send this rainy and lonely boat to ......"

With this sound, the dragons and phoenixes dancing in the distance appeared like the wind blowing, and these books fell in the rain, which was an ancient poem by Yang Wanli: After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is not the same as the four seasons. The pen "fun" pavilion www.biquge.info receive the lotus leaves infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.

"Brush" with the appearance of the book, a fist-sized lotus leaf section appeared, a moment will be covered with the sky, waiting for the last poem to be written, a round of red sun suddenly revealed in the lotus leaves, the dazzling red light illuminates the heaven and the earth, the sun passes, the clouds dissipate, Xu Zhi can see clearly, at the end of the rain, a painting boat quietly listening, the water waves are gradually disappearing!

"Wonderful, wonderful!" In the lotus leaf bush, an ancient old man stood in the middle with an ink pen, and the old man twisted his beard and smiled, "Brother Mi's handwriting has obtained the true meaning of your ancestors, and I can't help but admire it!"

"Where, where, Brother Yan's regular script is really the samadhi of the ancestors, and it is far from being comparable below. Beside the old man, another old man in Ge Yi appeared, he looked very thin, but he was holding an ink pen, and an indescribable bearing appeared again.

"Yan Xunyi and Mi Zhengxing?" Xu Zhi opened his eyes wide, and said secretly in his heart, "One is a regular script master, and the other is a Xingshu master, both of whom are famous calligraphers in Huaguo, no wonder, it turns out that they are all monks!"

"The calligraphy of the two predecessors has reached the peak of this world, and it is difficult for others to look at it. There was a full voice from Xu Zhi not far away, Xu Zhi looked, it was a middle-aged man in a suit, he was holding not an ink pen, but a fountain pen, but heard him say, "The younger generation of Liuying Shuzhai Zhang Daoyi is not talented, and he has practiced hard pen calligraphy for many years, and now he is used to offer ugliness, please ask the two seniors to advise ......"

"Yes, Jiang Xingyu, the younger Jiang family, also came to ask the two seniors for guidance. A young man in his twenties also walked out, holding a pen in his hand, bowing to Yan Xunyi and Mi Zhengxing and saying.

"Jiang Xingyu?" Xu Zhi said secretly, "Isn't this the disciple of the Jiang family who came to Fallen Leaf Island with Jiang Zibo?"

"Hehe, since it is a spring book ode, whether it is a brush or a pen, whether it is a Chinese painting or a Western painting, you can take it out and talk about it, you don't have to have any scruples!" Yan Xunyi, the old man, glanced at Mi Zhengxing and said with a smile, "Our two old men are not so old men that they can't eat the ancients to the point of rejection!"

"Thank you two seniors!" Zhang Daoyi and Jiang Xingyu were overjoyed, and one of them waved a pen and wrote in mid-air: "The Red Army is not afraid of difficult expeditions, and thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure." The five ridges are soaring and the waves are thin, and the Wumeng is majestic and walks the mud pills. The golden sand water beats the clouds and cliffs warm, and the Dadu Bridge is cold. I like the snow of Minshan Mountain for thousands of miles, and the three armies will be happy after the end!"

With the appearance of the words, a mountain range slowly revealed, although the mountain range has not been as delicate as the previous painting boat and lotus leaves, but the vague outline is heavy, when the snow peak, the wild stream is all appeared, a kind of courage to compete with the heaven and earth momentum will fill the space, the West Lake written by Mi Zhengxing in June squeezed aside!

Yan Xunyi and Mi Zhengxing glanced at each other, and both of them had a wry smile in their eyes.

Zhang Daoyi's poem "Seven Laws, Long March" was never written in regular script, Jiang Xingyu was even more unique over there, and the "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" written by the pen was even more domineering, "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting." Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only the remnants are reckless, up and down the big river, suddenly lost the surging ......", these fall into the air, there will be great changes in the sky, the clouds are dense, large pieces of goose feather snow fall, a heavy ice not only breaks through the lotus leaves, even the mountains are shrouded in it!

Xu Zhi was speechless, he was not good at calligraphy, but he also knew that whether it was Zhang Daoyi or Jiang Xingyu, they were all stealing coincidences, their calligraphy could not be compared to the two masters, they just borrowed the momentum of the chairman's poetry and sentences, and the unparalleled poetry rhyme in the world made their hard pen calligraphy like a tiger.

"Not a son of man!" At this time, a scolding was like a spring thunder, "The luck of the words of the fake founding emperor adds to the lack of his own heritage, how can you wait for such a secret to go further?

With the voice, another young man walked out, this person seemed to be dressed in a modern fashion, with a shawl in his hair, but he was holding a brush in his hand, and he wrote wildly under the young man's ink pen: angry hair rushes to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad......

I saw the sky rolling up the clouds, a rush of anger swept the heavens and the earth, straight to the bullfighting, the clouds were blown away, revealing the full moon, and the mountains were washed into a smooth road by roads with no beginning and no end.

However, the young man's cultivation is still a little worse, and the poetry is too charming, but he occupies the three parts of heaven and earth, and he can't expel the other heaven and earth that is frozen in ice.

"Haha, yes, Brother Ouyang, seeing your uninhibited appearance, I didn't expect that there was still righteousness in my heart, I was a little distracted before! Come, come, I'll help you......"

Immediately, another man with an open chest and exposed breasts came out of the crowd, holding an ink pen in his hand in the ink pool, and then writing out of thin air. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. It is said that it is Haoran, and it is full of gloom. The royal road is clear, containing and Tuming Court. When the poor festival is seen, one by one. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong ......"

Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteousness", word by word, is revealed, everywhere in ......the space, countless breaths like clear streams rise to the sky, holding these words and sentences into everywhere, the righteousness of the world passes, the heaven and the earth collapse, the mountains fall down, the snow melts and the rain disappears!

"Wonderful!" Xu Zhi couldn't help but slap his hands and praise when he saw this, a kind of enlightenment of order rebirth surged into his heart, he sat down cross-legged without thinking, and the kind of vitality and freshness that gradually emerged between heaven and earth poured into his heart.

However, at this moment, the newborn sun star froze, and the turbid qi that had just fallen began to tumble, and the clear qi also boiled and gradually fell! Opening the world is a legend, the condensation of the sun and the moon is also imagination, and all mysteries are the secrets of the Heavenly Dao, how can this man's cultivation be revealed in this illusion? Seeing that the previous victory was about to be destroyed and turned into chaos, Yan Xunyi, Mi Zhengxing and the others raised their eyebrows and said with a smile: "We are here to help you ......."

Immediately, the two calligraphers splashed ink and waved their arms at the same time, and also wrote righteous songs in mid-air!

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