Tang Ze returned the salute with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Han, Brother Han just has to go...... That's okay, wait for Wuzheng, Brother Han might as well come up and drink together. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info we can talk about it very much, more close and close. ”

"Ahh

Hanwen's body shook for a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he glanced at Tang Ze deeply, and then regained his composure, showing an extremely excellent qi cultivation kung fu.

"Thank you, thank you Brother Tang for your kindness, it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate. He was smiling and excited. If you can come to the sixth layer, it means that you are closer to the tone above your head, and when the climax of the conference is over, when the atmosphere is surging, the perception will be clearer, and the other party invites you, which is a great kindness. He even had a trace of regret in his heart, he knew that Brother Tang was going to invite him, so he recommended him to go to the seventh layer......

After the letter went out, Tang Ze unfolded the folding fan with a "sigh", swayed gently, and turned his eyes to the elegant jade, nodded lightly to the two beauties who greeted him, and then took a step towards the statue of Wensheng, his clothes and hairbands gently fluttering in the air.

Tang Ze's gesture immediately made everyone present feel that the "elegant aura" on his body had risen several notches, almost rushing to his face, and then looking at the feather fan in his hand, it couldn't be compared.

On the side of the aisle, a middle-aged Confucian scholar stood together at once, staring at the plum blossoms and poems on the folding fan in Tang Ze's hand with burning eyes, and muttered: "Good painting, good poetry." The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon......" As soon as he read it, his expression became a little stunned. And the people around him who heard him chanting also looked at him with fiery eyes.

"Lao Tzu has spent a lot of energy to buy this outfit, and he has taken out all the first Yongmei poems in his previous life, and he can't shake you guys who wear saffron on their heads and think they are amorous but are actually sassy?"

Tang Ze thought secretly, but in his mouth he was asking Tian Tian on the side: "This is Fengya Yubi, right?"

"Uh-huh. Tian Tian nodded, touched his nose, and said crisply, "Fengya Yubi, also known as Fengya Jade Realm, is the treasure of the master of the academy, usually placed in the royal academy, and only the Qiongyu Poetry Club will invite it out on this day." Sixteen phantoms can be released, as long as they are stained with the spiritual spring in the jade basin and written on it with a jade pen, if there is a literary atmosphere, the literary atmosphere can naturally be manifested. When the accumulation reaches a certain level, then the elegant jade bi connects my Great Zhou luck, so as to communicate with Wensheng. ”

Little Lori explained seriously in a cheerful tone, and after she finished speaking, her expression was a little proud, and her little eyes looked at Tang Ze, blinking.

How could Tang Ze not know Little Lori's thoughts, and immediately praised: "The baby is so powerful, I don't even know so much." ”

Tian Tian raised his little head and giggled: "There are many places where the baby is powerful." ”

Tang Ze asked again: "Then do you need to compose poems on the spot in Qiongyu Tower?

"Huh?" Xiao Tian blinked again, a little stunned. Zhou Ning'er on the side gloated and smiled: "If you say big things, you ......deserve it," and turned to Tang Ze, "As long as you haven't communicated with Wen Sheng's writings, it's okay." Brother Tang's "You Meigu Village" can be inscribed now, and it must be able to add a literary atmosphere to my Da Zhou. ”

"Oh. ”

Tang Ze looked over with a smile, this little county lord used to call himself "boy", "hey", "you", or simply call his name "Tang San"! Now she is called Brother Tang in a soft voice, which is a little strange. Being stared at by Tang Ze, Zhou Ning'er was a little embarrassed, retracted her gaze, looked ahead, and did not squint.

In the main hall, when Tang Ze began to take steps, it began to be noisy again, but there were still some people's eyes still on him, especially those who saw the Yongmei poem on the folding fan in his hand, and they couldn't take their eyes off it, looking forward to his performance.

As he spoke, Tang Ze had already come to the edge of the jade platform and stood still.

Tang Ze smiled, looking at the three purple jade brushes carved with Xuanwu patterns in front of him, which looked simple and exquisite, after a while, he gently shook the sleeve of the robe in his right hand, dragged the cuffs with his left hand, and then reached out to grab the jade pen and began to concentrate and calm down.

The hall was quiet again, and it was a very serious matter to write poems and lyrics on the Fengya Jade Bi, not only to respect others and Confucianism, but also to clearly stipulate that no one should disturb the person who wrote poems and lyrics on the Fengya Yubi, and the violators would be severely punished.

Tang Ze's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was full of martial arts, suppressing the anger, murderous energy, and depression that still remained in his heart.

After another moment, Tang Ze's eyes widened, and a ray of essence burst out from his eyes. Immediately, he did not hesitate to dip himself into the water, and a stroke of the pen was on the phantom of Fengya Yubi, and he wrote quickly.

Word by word, sentence by sentence, it is wild and uninhibited cursive!

The pen is like a dragon and snake leaping, unrestrained, vigorous and agile. Obviously, the ink used is a clear and transparent spiritual spring, but when it is written on the jade, it leaves translucent golden characters, which looks extremely strange.

"Good word!"

The resounding admiration sounded suppressively, for fear of disturbing Tang Ze, who was writing poems in the center.

After the stroke falls, the gesture is never broken, even if the ink is changed in the middle of the stroke, it is completed in an instant. When the third sentence was written, the golden characters of the pen suddenly burst into golden light, and a breeze suddenly blew in the hall, and the breeze swept quickly in every corner of the hall, blowing the beaded curtain silk veil above the head, the paper on the table kept turning the pages, and some small things were blown to the ground by the gradually expanding whirlwind.

But what seems extremely strange is that the whirlwind that swept through the hall, although it touched a copper lamp, but in the whirlwind, the lights were still there, and they didn't even sway. Only the green smoke above the bronze lamp formed a tide, constantly gathering towards the center, forming a whirlpool in a crazy attitude. There is a pale white streamer in between.

Everybody knows. These streamers can be regarded as embodying the tone of the show!

"The literary mood is like a tide!"

Someone subconsciously exclaimed, stood up suddenly, and looked at the young scholar who was writing in front of Feng Ya Yubi with shocked eyes.

"You Meigu Village" They have long known that the Divine Sword Confucianism will use the sentence "The mountains and rivers are exhausted and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village" to break a fourth-level maze. Such poems can attract a certain amount of literary atmosphere, but what they didn't expect was that they could actually reach the realm of "literary atmosphere".

Under the strong wind, Tang Ze did not exude the slightest momentum, and even the hairband did not flutter. What caused the wind to rage in the hall was the golden characters that kept appearing in his pen, and then dissipated after the light was shining.

Huhuhu-

In the continuous sweeping wind, Tang Ze's last stroke fell, and a "door" was written, and the whirlwind around him had been absorbed by the whirlpool of green smoke overhead.