When Yang Yi experienced the small world of martial arts, it was not all about fighting and killing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He has learned a lot, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, medicine and astrology, all of which are proficient and refined.

The way of calligraphy and painting is naturally very good, especially in the ten years when he was the emperor of the Yitian world, he has collected ancient and modern calligraphy and paintings, watched and copied, speculated on the handwriting of his predecessors, and gained a lot.

If this is just it, it's okay, the key is that in the martial arts world he went to, sometimes there will be many famous people in the world, just like in the Tianlong world, Dongpo monks still exist in the world, this person's poetry, calligraphy and painting, that is really all incomprehensible, all refined, Huang Laoxie is still a few points worse than him.

Since he knew that there was such a surviving person, Yang Yi would naturally go by the way to make friends, discuss poetry and articles by the way, and use pen skills, which is also the proper meaning.

At the same time, he also made a lot of friends with calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry, and exchanged calligraphy and painting experience with each other, and he always gained something.

Therefore, when Yang Yi is in the realm now, his vision and knowledge are high, and it is difficult to match anyone in the world.

He himself is a master of calligraphy and painting, and he can naturally know the quality of the font at a glance.

Although the calligraphy of the man in front of him is good, it is still much worse than that of a real master.

Therefore, when he saw the scholar in front of him vigorously saying how rare his painting was, Yang Yi was a little uncomfortable, and he was not very polite when he spoke.

"You can write better with your feet than I do?"

Hearing Yang Yi say this, the middle-aged scholar on the opposite side had a red face, a blue tendon on his forehead, and a halberd scolded: "Crazy! Don't be ashamed! At a young age, what do you know? Dare to say such a big thing!"

Yang Yi shook his head and said: "Yelang is arrogant, sitting in a well and watching the sky! Why are the few people I met today all of them have this kind of virtue?"

He didn't bother to talk to this person more, so he came to the drawing table, took out a large piece of paper, picked up the brush and licked the ink on the inkstone, hung his wrist to pick up the pen, and began to write.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, the middle-aged scholar picked up his pen and wrote, and snorted, "At a young age, even if you can write a few words, how much skill can you have?

Gu Caiyu said: "No matter how good you are, it's better than what you wrote!"

The middle-aged scholar said: "What are you kidding! The way of calligraphy and painting is easy to learn and difficult to master, and you also look up to him!"

As he spoke, he looked down at the table, and saw that Yang Yi had already written four big characters on the paper: Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang.

The middle-aged scholar originally wanted to laugh at Yang Yi's font, but after seeing the four words "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang", his mouth suddenly closed, and his little eyes opened wider and wider, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

Gu Caiyu saw that after Yang Yi finished writing the words "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang", he then wrote the words "Universe Flood". Then the pen did not stop, "the sun and the moon are shining, and the Chen Su column is ......" an extremely beautiful font continues to form from under his pen.

Yang Yi wrote a thousand-character essay.

The first few sentences of this thousand-character essay are extremely imposing, and there are no historical allusions, which can be applied to any world.

There are too many words in the thousand-character text, and Yang Yi just wrote the first few sentences, and did not write in "The cold comes and the summer comes, and the autumn harvest and winter are hidden".

In the world of Yitian, the world gave Yang Yi a nickname, called "calligraphy and painting, literary and martial arts, and the leader of the Great Light Saint".

This title is certainly related to his respect as an emperor, but in poetry, calligraphy and painting, there are very few flatterers after all, and the literati and writers in the world of Yitian are very backbone, and many people have scolded Yang Yi in the court because of different political views, Yang Yi is angry to death, but there is nothing to be done.

But even these literati who have always been tough have never objected to Yang Yi's nickname of "calligraphy and painting, literary success, and great light saint master", which shows Yang Yi's high achievements in calligraphy and painting.

Seeing the scholar in front of him boasting about himself, Yang Yi felt ridiculous, the so-called preaching with words, conveying God with a pen, Yang Yi thought about it, and this emotion naturally appeared from the font.

After the text he wrote was formed, every font revealed a great sense of ridicule, like a cold-eyed spectator, like a cynical hermit, rolling his eyes and looking disdainful.

Since the scholar saw the words written by Yang Yi, his eyes never blinked, his breath was short, and his face was flushed, showing that he was extremely excited.

He has also seen a lot of famous posts, but it is the first time he has seen a font like Yang Yi.

When he first saw the word "Tian", he felt a shock in his heart, as if this "Tian" was extremely unkind to him, and a disdainful emotion poured out from this word, pouring straight into his heart, making his heart blocked, unspeakably uncomfortable.

He was despised by a single word!

There is nothing more strange than this!

The middle scholar was shocked, angry, and amused, "Open...... What are you kidding!" Watching intently, trying to figure out what was going on.

If he had looked at it a few times and stopped looking at it more, it would have been better to say that now he was so engrossed, he felt that his chest was stuffy and his breath was unstable, and the word "heaven" was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, covering the sky and the earth, and the vastness was immense, which filled his entire heart, and the disdain was clearly revealed.

The middle-aged scholar shouted, "Dengdengden" took a few steps back, and was depressed in his heart, "How can this be reasonable! You dare to look down on me with just one word!"

The middle-aged scholar screamed strangely, walked to Yang Yi's side again, and said angrily: "It's just a 'day' word, Lao Tzu is too lazy to look at you again!"

He was a good talker, and he really didn't glance at the word "sky" anymore, his eyes sank, and he looked at the word "earth" under the word "sky".

I saw the word "earth", the appearance is solemn, thick and condensed, there is no sense of publicity, but there is a heavy meaning, and the above "sky" word of the vast and infinite clear spirit majesty, the artistic conception is very different. He glanced at it a few times, and was about to praise a few words, and found that the word "earth" actually had a faint disdain flowing out, as if it was nothing, but it gave people a feeling of real existence.

"This ...... This...... What's going on?" the middle-aged scholar involuntarily took a few steps back, "Could it be that these words are fine?"

He did not believe in evil and turned his gaze to the word "Xuan".

This time he gathered his eyes, his inner breath was moving, and he was cautious, as if he was fighting with the enemy, and he didn't dare to be negligent at all, and he was lucky for a moment before he looked carefully.

This is even more unbelievable, as soon as the word "Xuan" entered the eye, I found that this word was rotating in the field of vision, up and down, suddenly appearing, suddenly invisible, incomprehensible, and unclear.

He tried hard to see clearly, the more he paid attention, the more he couldn't see clearly, and after looking at it for a while, he was anxious, and seemed to hear the word "Xuan" sneering and sneering, "I can't even see such a big word clearly, and I still have my face to show my calligraphy?"

The middle-aged scholar's heart was in turmoil, and he screamed and looked up to the sky and fell.

(To be continued.) )