I only heard the old man cough lightly and said: "If you want to become my Guiyuan City concubine, you must be able to write and martial arts! The first game is to assess the ink in your belly......"

After speaking, he seemed to be a little embarrassed and said: "You each write an article for the city lord Qianjin, if you can win the favor of the princess, you can directly advance, and the remaining two will participate in the battle, and after eliminating one, you will directly have a peak duel with the person who was promoted before!"

Wen ...... "Someone stammered.

"Isn't this the subject of the imperial examination in the Mortal World Empire?" someone suddenly exclaimed, instantly remembering the source of this literary examination.

When you hear these two words, you are happy and there are others, and the person who is happy is the wind Qingyang, he was originally an archaeologist, his belly is full of ink, and he can't even remember some of the world where love songs and poems are overflowing.

And the worries are Lu Xun and Wu Zili, Lu Xun is the first person in Taixuan, and the literary test is not a difficult thing for him, but Wu Zili is not easy to say.

Who is he? Purple Qi came eight hundred miles from the east, the owner of the bloodline of the Great Sage of the dignified Demon Clan, and the supreme genius of the Eight Directions, if he was asked to fight and kill, it would be fine, but if he played with such poetry and songs with pen and ink, it would dwarf him.

However, his mind was also spinning rapidly, thinking of the poems he usually heard in the cultivation realm, and the combination in his mind suddenly flew away, but he already had a plan.

The three of them are full of confidence, and they can't see who is superior and who is inferior.

When the old man saw it, he shouted softly: "The competition begins, and the three players enter!" After speaking, with a wave of his hand, a corner of the light curtain was revealed, and Feng Qingyang and others rushed in.

The moment Zi Ah passed through the light curtain, Feng Qingyang personally felt the power of this light curtain, and he said that he must check it well afterwards, with deep doubts, he found his position, shook his shirt, and sat down slowly.

The table is a good table, made of high-quality golden silk nanmu, the pen and ink are all high-quality, he picked up the inkstone with one hand and began to grind the ink slowly!

And when Lu Xun and Wu Zili saw the clear start, an ominous premonition suddenly flashed in their hearts at the same time, and their hearts were not good, they were afraid that they would lose to this person in this literary test, so they sighed slightly, and they also picked up the inkstone and began to grind the ink.

But seeing that his red hair was windless, he gently picked up the delicate brush, looked up and looked at Qian Duoduo sitting upright, and a blur and reminiscence suddenly appeared in his eyes.

That reminiscence is not Zhu Xuezhu, let alone Qian Duoduo, but the dreamlike Nine Phoenix!

But in Qian Duoduo's eyes, it was extremely affectionate, her heart trembled, and she also looked at the wind with a pair of watery eyes.

In the eyes of others, this look was the affectionate gaze of Feng Qingyang and Qian Duoduo, but seeing this, countless people suddenly remembered a broken sound in their hearts at the same time, which was the last trace of illusion shattered.

Feng Qingyang talked softly in his heart, and the corners of his mouth murmured: "Nine Phoenix...... Nine Phoenix ...... Phoenix Seeking Phoenix!"

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a poem in his mind, an extremely romantic and warm poem.

Then he took the delicate brush, laid out the scroll of worship, and immediately dipped it in ink and began to write.

But at this moment, a breeze suddenly blew within the barrier, and everyone's expressions were shocked, and they saw the three of them pick up the pen and start writing at the same time, but they wanted to know what was written on the scroll, but they couldn't see it even if they stretched their necks.

Feng Qingyang's heart was full of thoughts, and finally gathered on the brush in his hand.

The scroll is spread out, and the pen is written......

There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world. Helpless beauty, not on the east wall.

The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt. When I see Xu Xi one day, I am hesitant. I am willing to match virtue and join hands. I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed.

The phoenix returns to his hometown and travels all over the world to seek his phoenix. There are beautiful ladies in the boudoir, and the room is poisonous to my intestines. What is the fate of the neck for the mandarin ducks, and the beards and cheeks soar together!

The phoenix and the phoenix are from me, and they have to be entrusted with the tail as a concubine. Friendship and harmony of heart, who knows from the middle of the night?

Sprinkled with enthusiasm, all of them are deep nostalgia and perseverance, and Feng Qingyang is the first person to finish writing, but he is not the first person to hand in the paper.

But after writing it, the ring in his hand flashed, and an antique guqin suddenly appeared. The guqin was held in his arms, the wind rose, and the hair flew.

The demeanor of this moment impressed the countless female friars present in an instant, whether he was a zombie or a human, but the demeanor he showed at this time was amazing to the Quartet.

The middle-aged man and Qian Duoduo sitting above were even more deeply attracted by the aura he exuded at the moment, and they all looked at him, wanting to see what he was going to do next.

But seeing that his crescent shirt floated slightly, and his red hair was windless, he looked at Qian Duoduo on the Guiyuan battleship affectionately, but another picture appeared in his eyes.

This is this look, but it is the countless female monks who are overwhelmed, at this moment, his demeanor suddenly pressed Lu Xun forcefully, and his fingers gently brushed the strings.

"When the ......"

This guqin was a souvenir he bought inadvertently in the dark night ghost market, originally he wanted to play it for Zhu Xuezhu, but who knew that something happened, so this qin was thrown into the storage ring by him, and he forgot about it.

At this time, after writing "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", the tenderness in his heart was even more inextricably overflowing, he looked at Qian Duoduo, but what he saw in his eyes was Jiuhuang.

"There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it. He swiped his fingers lightly, and his body suddenly gave birth to a heroic aura that only a literati and a scholar can have.

He used to be an archaeologist, and he was also proficient in poetry and songs, and in his spare time, his favorite thing was to stroke the guqin with one hand and play a song affectionately.

Since he came to this world, he has never stroked the strings again, and in this world where strength is respected, where is the opportunity for him to stroke such an elegant thing?

And today, under this test, he remembered the guqin that he had forgotten for a long time, the guqin that could let him release his feelings.

"Replace the piano with words, and talk about the heart. He sang this song of the ancient court music softly, only to feel that the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

At this time, where is he still the appearance of killing people without blinking? At this time, he is just like a gentle man full of tenderness.

Below, countless female monks focused their eyes on him, and at this moment he was watched by everyone, and even all the old men on the battleship looked at him in surprise.

Seeing his fingertips gently slashing the strings, suddenly a burst of sounds like big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate sounded, crisp, tactful, and people couldn't help but be full of affection.

And there is a lot of money, and it is a big tear dripping.

"Meeting is fate, lovesickness is gradually entangled, but it is difficult to meet. The mountains are high and the road is far away, but there are thousands of miles to ......"

His gaze passed, but it shocked everyone, what kind of affectionate expression it was, even the middle-aged man never thought of it.

As soon as his strings moved, countless finches suddenly flew into the empty sky, and they circled around the sky one after another, and one of the bleak, romantic, and sad contradictions suddenly filled the entire square outside the City Lord's Mansion.

"I like to open the seal, hold the jade photo, and take a closer look, but I see the cherry lips red, the willow eyebrows, the starry eyes are watery, and the love is longer......"

At a glance, Qian Duoduo was dressed in a red wedding robe, gold beads and jasper, and he was so beautiful that he couldn't be rich...... All of these were played by him elegantly with the sound of the piano......

"How can infinite love be sought? ”

(ps: It's not easy to code words, and I kneel down again to beg you to collect and reward, thank you!)