In the eyes of all, all are in sight, and all are in sight...... Under. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xie Junxi was no longer humble, and stepped forward and bowed to everyone present.

"Gentlemen, please see. ”

But seeing Xie Junxi's green and white jade fingers tapping the void, the piece of rice paper full of handwriting that was originally lying on the desk seemed to have been summoned by something, and suddenly rolled into a shaft and rose out of thin air, gently and skillfully suspended in mid-air.

The crowd watched with bated breath.

As the scroll paper slowly spreads out, the big ink characters finally see the light of day, and they can't wait to break free from the paper, leap in the air, blink into sentences, and gradually spell out a beautiful poem.

"Luo is wet but not dry, and it is bleak snow.

It's hard to sleep, and the music is absolutely unsounding.

The bamboo leaves in front of the window, the wind is blowing.

The winter clothes are weak, and there are far away, looking forward to the spring season.

The lonely lamp shines alone, and the words are chanted into blood.

Only plum blossoms know bitterness and fragrance to pick up.

Away from all kinds of sorrows, lift your heart.

Stronger than frost winds.

Thin as a withered branch, who to say (shui). ”

With the return of the last big ink character, the whole word was finally presented in front of everyone's eyes.

At the same time, visions sprung up.

On the rice paper, which had been stripped of all the ink and turned clean and white again, there was a little ink on the ground.

Before everyone could see when it appeared, the ink quickly spread out, gradually outlining a craggy rock.

Bitter plum.

Skinny bamboo.

Hut.

In the room was a thin woman, leaning against the window for a long time, and her shirt was unsolved.

Draw the moon.

Draw snow.

Snowy moonlit night.

Finally, the candle in the house is lit, and the lone lamp is flickering.

The whole painting seems to come to life in an instant, shining brightly under the gaze of everyone.

"If it's true, there are paintings in the words, and there are poems in the paintings! Xie Junxi in the Pipa Valley is worthy of his name!" Nonsense Badang came back to his senses first, and immediately let out a sigh of admiration, and immediately woke up the people around him who were still immersed in this vivid scene from their state of being in a state of trance.

Everyone came back to their senses, even after a full house of applause, they began to talk about it.

At this time, whether you really understand the true meaning of the calligraphy and painting, you have to say something.

It seems that the farther it goes, the more marginal it becomes...... It seems that the more level you have.

Even Qi Ming and Yin Que couldn't help but whisper at this moment.

"She can also draw! !

"No wonder she has been grinding for a long time, this hand is playing beautifully......" Qi Ming touched his nose and couldn't help but sigh.

"What did you draw?" Yin Que said curiously.

"Hmm......" Qi Ming calmed down, "I didn't paint anything." ”

When Yin Que heard this, his fists tightened and loosened and tightened, and finally turned into a gloomy face: "Hey, I lost." ”

Qi Ming glanced at her, but finally didn't say anything.

It is true that Xie Junxi's means of expression of Tibetan paintings in this hand poem can be called ingenious, and regardless of the level of poetry or painting, just by virtue of this skill, he can already be called a master.

If it only stops there, no matter how skillful and exquisite the skills are, the content is empty and lacks soul, and it is also not in the eyes of experts......

But this poem and this painting are all masterpieces, and the combination of the two complements each other perfectly, even Qi Ming, who is an opponent, has to admit Xie Junxi's attainments in this regard......

But.

Since the fight is poetry, it is natural to see the level of poetry.

The function of painting is only to assist readers to better understand the true meaning of the poem, although Qi Ming does not have such magical means, but only in terms of the quality of the work, he has the confidence that he can compete with anyone...... At least, he won't lose to Xie Junxi.

Everyone in the hall was still immersed in the eager discussion of Xie Junxi's words.

It's like a superstar and a nobody holding a concert at the same time and in the same place...... No one will pay attention to the latter, and Qi Ming, as the other protagonist, seems to have been forgotten by everyone in the corner.

No one expects his work, not even their own.

They didn't even bother to pay attention to Qi Ming's work, and almost unilaterally declared Xie Junxi the winner......

In the end, it was Xie Junxi who took the lead in speaking.

"Mr. Qi, it's your turn, right?" Xie Junxi turned around slightly, looked directly at Qi Ming, and said lightly, "The little girl is quite looking forward to what kind of masterpiece Mr. Qi will write." ”

Although she is confident that she will win, she doesn't know why, even if the people in the hall are cheering for herself, and she doesn't hesitate to praise all kinds of praise, but once she sees Qi Ming's calm appearance from beginning to end, she always feels a little strange in her heart, but she can't say it.

"It's too much to call Mr. Qi, I'm still an underage little fresh meat. Qi Ming was ashamed, "Sister, don't call yourself a little girl, you can be my grandmother at your age......"

Xie Junxi's face stiffened with a smile, and he said in his heart that you little bastard is so uninteresting, the old lady treats each other with good words, and you are still on your nose and face?

Qi Ming didn't care what Xie Junxi thought, he swept her expression, and he understood that he was a little impatient with the harassment of these people who were tireless in the name of challenge, and he would not give any good face.

Seeing that everyone's eyes looked at them with a lot of resentment, as if they were condemning themselves for blaspheming the goddess of their dreams......

Qi Ming didn't add much nonsense.

One step came to the case, and a roll of rice paper with ancient words written on it was thrown to everyone's head.

Immediately after, a spell aura suddenly burst out from Qi Ming's fingertips, and hit the roll of paper that flew in the air, the action was simple and rough, without half a point of fancy.

The next moment.

Under the augment of the aura of magic.

The piece of rice paper suddenly stopped in mid-air, and slowly spread out in front of everyone's eyes.

The crowd that was still discussing it was also deserted in an instant at this moment.

Even if they had already decided in their hearts that Xie Junxi was victorious, they still did not hesitate to give this basic respect.

After all, Qi Ming is one of the top ten in the blood fight, one of the most powerful figures in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom this year, and his future is limitless, and no one will easily offend such a young powerhouse.

There is an eternal saying...... This son is by no means a thing in the pool, and if he does not make friends, he should not be easily offended......

The words are not bad.

There was silence for a while.

It seems that in the whole world and the world, there is only that roll of tissue paper, slowly unfolding, and the sound of crisp rustling.

In full view.

One by one, the big ink characters are presented in front of everyone's eyes.

At this moment, all the guests were stunned.

Their hearts were filled with all kinds of emotions, and in the end, they all had only one common thought left......

, this word, it's really ugly. (To be continued.) )