The three of them actually put down their swords and threatened to send a pair of calligraphy to the eldest lady of the martial arts.

"Damn, then what are the three of you doing up together, you are still holding swords!" Zhang Xiaosheng was stunned, these guys wouldn't be here to purely attract attention.

The general didn't seem to expect this change, and he was not lightly thundered, although he had some slander in his heart, but as the master, he naturally couldn't show it: "I heard that there are three calligraphers in the Royal Academy of the Zihuang Empire who have created a very special kind of calligraphy, known as 'falling leaves fluttering', but the three of you?"

"The general praised it falsely, this is all our joke, and we can't call it a calligrapher. The man at the head of the three said modestly, and Zhang Xiaosheng remembered that it seemed to be called Huang Yingzhi.

"Here we specially present a pair of fluttering calligraphy, I hope Miss Wu can like it!"

The three of them grabbed their brushes at the same time, and looking at the posture, it seemed that they were going to write at the same time.

The three of them stood in three directions of the paper and started at the same time as they picked up their pens.

The young man on the right-hand side, with the stroke of the pen, a few lines of poetry leaped onto the page

"The moonlight in winter is enchanting, like a charming native Liao.

Even Lisai was invited by the foreign minister, and Chongyang dogwood disappeared early. ”

These poems are not ordinary horizontal or vertical writing, but twists and turns, of different sizes and weights, and from a distance, they actually constitute a vigorous tree.

Then a few lines of poetry stretched out from the trunk of the tree

"Déjà vu is budding, and the wind and snow are bright.

There is no panic in the heart, and Nanke dreams of yellow sorghum.

complement each other, and the red light and candle are in the account.

The three-foot white practice shook gently, and the winter and summer were reversed like a dream.

Don't be spoiled by making trouble, it's hard to burn last month.

Who wants glass enamel, exchange me for half a foot Bitao.

Gardenias bloom alone, light and small fans are blind.

Now that the year has come, last night's spring dream was good.

The white bones are searched and cleared, and the soul is transformed into a wonderful shape.

I have gone to the black dawn, and I don't see the goddess smile. ”

It forms the vertical and horizontal branches. It seems that you can still see flower bones between the branches. At the same time, the young man on the left also mentioned a few lines of poetry

"Crack the strings and don't make six pieces, and the liver is broken and the tendons are cracked.

The twilight clouds are cold, and the Shaohua is slowly swaying with the wind. ”

These words are separated from each other, like fluttering flocculents, wandering freely with the wind.

The man in the middle is Huang Yingzhi, with tall trees and fluttering flocculents, and also writes a few lines of poetry

"Thousands of mountains and snow and rain are noisy, and Chang'an is full of moons.

There are few thousands of households pounding clothes, and who knows who knows the yellow springs.

The jade belt is ethereal in the forest, and the pearl is incompatible. ”

Between the verses, a graceful woman is vaguely formed, watching the sky in the breeze, as if full of a sense of yearning.

When the three of them finished their work, Huang Yingzhi bowed down and said: "These poems are all famous sentences written by poets in my empire over the years, reflecting a gentle girlish feeling, I hope the eldest lady likes it!"

"Okay, that's right, a few of them are really talented, worthy of the Zihuang Sanxiu!" the general praised. The crowd also applauded.

"Verses......" Although Zhang Xiaosheng was watching everyone perform, he didn't pay attention to what to perform for a while. Kung Fu, he will have a set of "Aoki Yufeng", as for the secretary of Yi Rong, maybe it will cause some trouble, looking at the poems of several people, Zhang Xiaosheng gradually had an idea.

The Black Blade Empire is famous for producing sharpshooters and other countries, and the two people from the Black Blade Empire, Yang Feng and Hu Feng, respectively showed the exquisite archery skills of the Hundred Steps through Yang and the Nine Sons Chain, which made people see the fierce style of the Black Blade Country.

The people from the Harvest Snow Country performed the Falling Snow Sword Technique. The sword technique danced, there was a hint of coldness, and then the sword technique gradually accelerated, and the cold roared, which seemed to make people walk in the ice and snow in the sky, and even the sword dancer was like frost, revealing a cold breath. The swordsmanship is sudden, and it makes people feel that the goose-feather-like snow is falling one after another, and this scene is desirable.

"No wonder it's called Bai Xuefei, it's wonderful with his swordsmanship!" Zhang Xiaosheng also admired it.

The White Bird Country takes the Falling Cloud Falcon as its totem, this bird is snow-white, moves like the wind, and its call is high-pitched and tactful, leisurely. The people of Shiratori believe that its call brings good luck, so many people imitate its call, and thus a kind of bird language artist is born. Yama Ming, a contestant from Shiratori Country, presented a song adapted from the sound of the falling cloud falcon, hoping to bring good luck to the samurai lady!

Unconsciously, all the players took the stage one by one, and soon Zhang Xiaosheng was left, Bei Mingyi and Maverick had not yet played.

Zhang Xiaosheng glanced at the two of them, and saw that Bei Mingyi was sitting there safely, with the potential of sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, while Xiao Niu was sitting there with his head bowed and didn't know what he was doing.

Zhang Xiaosheng looked at it and said in his heart, it seems that it is time for me to play!

After a brief tidying up of his clothes, Zhang Xiaosheng walked to the garden, clasped his fists at the people in the hall and said, "Under Zhang Chenbing, a person from the Heiyao Empire." A month ago, I just returned home from a trip, and it happened to be Miss Wu's recruitment competition. Xiao Sheng thought about it, Miss Wu is the goddess-level figure that people in my generation dream of, how can there be no gift, even if she can't get the favor of the goddess, it is also excellent to have a chance to have a glimpse of her beauty......"

"Miss, this person is really good at talking!" Xiao Yi said.

"Flamboyant tongue and sharp teeth, but the Tao also has the style of his father. His father was a famous iron tooth and bronze tooth in the empire. Miss Wu didn't like people who were full of horses, and her impression of Zhang Xiaosheng in her heart was unconsciously lowered by three points.

If Zhang Xiaosheng wanted to know, he would definitely cry out in his heart, he usually incarnated as Zhang Chenbing, and he was used to laughing with the two little girls, but he didn't expect that he didn't brake the car, and he praised it by the way, and was crowned with the title of frivolous prodigal. Alas, the horse has stumbled!

Zhang Xiaosheng continued: "When I came to Fengyun City, I heard such a story: once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl, childhood sweethearts, two little guesses, as they grew up, this friendship gradually developed into love, just when they were ready to confide in each other and stay together for life. Suddenly, the war broke out, and it came so suddenly that the country did not have enough soldiers for a while, so the country began to recruit soldiers on a large scale.

The country is in danger, everyone is responsible, and the boy naturally enlisted in the army and went on an expedition to the border. Before leaving, under the osmanthus tree where they often met, the boy rubbed the girl's short hair, affectionately. The girl said to the boy, go, when the country needs you, this is the good man I love in my heart, and then handed the boy a note.

The boy pinched the note lightly, strode around and walked away, the national crisis is at the head, and the country is the first! How can his feelings be compared with the survival of the country! On the way, the boy opened the note, only to see a line of delicate words written on it: 'Take me with long hair to the waist, can the boy return?' The young man looked at the handwriting, and his heart was firm, he will definitely return triumphantly one day and grow old with your gray hair.

However, war is always cruel, and when the boy is gone, there is no news from him, leaving only a girl who looks into the distance under the osmanthus tree every year, and her waist-length hair flutters in the wind......

War is cruel, how many happy families have been destroyed, how many people's youthful dreams have been destroyed, I really hope that there will be less strife in time, and more lovers who will eventually become married!

Here I want to compose a poem dedicated to those lost loves, hoping that they will continue to be in the next life!"

Then Zhang Xiaosheng paced slowly in the garden, and at the ups and downs of his emotions, a poem came out: ......