Dao fruit.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were on Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan was clearly aware of the plans of those Confucian scholars. He glanced at Fang Ziyan, walked to a desk, picked up a pen and ink, and said, "Qiu is not good at poetry, so I'd better leave it to you talented scholars to compose poems correctly." .”

As he spoke, he picked up his pen: "However, Qiu has some experience in calligraphy, so he recommends himself and writes down your masterpieces."

Together with poetry, it not only needs a smooth rhythm, but also a certain amount of sensibility, which can be expressed with emotion and targeted.

For Qiu Yan, no matter in his previous life or in this life, he is not lacking in rationality, but he is really not good at the way of sensibility, so there is no need to be led by the nose by others. , It is necessary to maximize strengths and avoid weaknesses.

"As a scholar, he says he can't compose poetry? He is showing cowardice."

Hearing Qiu Yan's words, all the Confucian scholars immediately lifted their spirits. They felt that they had grasped Qiu Yan's shortcomings, but no one laughed at them in public, so as not to lower their style for no reason and appear narrow-minded. , but revealed all the ideas.

At this time, Fang Ziyan said with a smile: "Since Brother Qiu wants to write, it's okay, but I hope that the handwriting is not too much worse than Brother Gu's." Qiu Yan knew the malicious and provocative meaning in these words, But not much to say.

Seeing that Qiu Yan did not refute, Fang Ziyan felt that he had finally brought back his disadvantages, stopped being aggressive, and started talking and laughing with other Confucian scholars.

The other Confucian scholars were also grateful to Fang Ziyan's few words, which turned the momentum around, faintly admiring him as the leader.

"As expected." Song Qian shook her head.Then a few pairs were produced first, and then the title of the poem was drawn from them.Let all Confucian scholars devote themselves step by step, searching their brains and scratching their stomachs, trying to come up with a poem, and it becomes a blockbuster.

All of a sudden, the scene became lively, first with solitaire, then spelling sentences, and then someone had inspiration.Write a whole poem directly.

The whole flower hall was full of laughter and laughter.

Qiu Yan was sitting on the table, holding a pen, and his wrist was nimble and reflexive, and he recorded the poems in a calm and unhurried manner. Gradually, an inexplicable aura rose from him and enveloped the surroundings.It seemed incompatible with the lively atmosphere.

This aura was weak at first, so it was not easy to detect it, but Qi Xin kept paying attention to Qiu Yan, thinking that the latter would not be suppressed so easily, so he discovered this aura immediately.

"This aura is somewhat similar to the calligraphers I have seen in the capital before. But it is a character with charm! Even when Gu Yanzhi writes, he is barely alive and has no momentum. This Qiu Yan... "

"Brother, what's the matter?" Yang Dingyuan noticed Qi Xin's strangeness.While asking aloud, he also looked at Qiu Yan.Then he frowned slightly and was in a trance for a while.

Indistinctly, Qiu Yan's image in his eyes changed, as if he suddenly grew taller, with a well-rounded artistic conception rushing towards his face, with a little grandeur mixed in during the period.

"what happened?"

Closing his eyes and opening them again, all the hallucinations dissipated immediately, but Yang Dingyuan still felt the aura around Qiu Yan.

"This is?" He cast a questioning look at Qi Xin.

"Be safe and don't be impatient." Qi Xin narrowed his eyes and waved his hands, "It's really a good show today."

As Qi Xin said, he led Yang Dingyuan and walked over to Qiu Yan's side. His eyes fell on the paper, and he took in the lines of words on the paper. He was taken aback for a moment and lost his mind!

After a breath or two, he came back to his senses, but there was a storm in his heart!

"Since I refined my soul half a year ago, my mind has been concentrated and my mind is strong. Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of me, I can still keep my mind, but now I just look at the words on this paper and lose my mind! The spirit inside is infected, spread, and almost lost in it, this word must have charm!"

Thinking of this, he found that Yang Dingyuan next to him was still in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses, so he coughed lightly to bring the latter back to his senses.

Once Yang Dingyuan came back to his senses, he gasped violently, leaving cold sweat on his forehead.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous, I almost lost my concentration." He whispered, he and Qi Xin looked at each other, and then they turned their heads in unison, and their eyes fell on Qiu Yan.

These two people are different from ordinary people who appreciate calligraphy and painting. They have the inheritance of martial arts, and they emphasize martial arts and boxing. That's why they have such a big reaction after they are attracted by foreign objects.

"It seems that I still underestimated this person."

The actions of Qi Xin and Yang Dingyuan attracted the attention of other generals' children. Several people came over and took a look at the words written by Qiu Yan.

When I saw this, I couldn't take my eyes away.

The parents of this group of people wielded knives and guns, but their mothers were well educated, so they knew a little bit about calligraphy. Besides, calligraphy contains a kind of spirit, which is similar to the spirit of martial arts. Just know it's no small matter.

Originally, because of what the Confucian scholars said, the children of military generals still looked down on Qiu Yan, but now their impressions have changed, and some of them who love calligraphy are even more shocked.

Gradually, more and more military commanders surrounded him.

The entire flower hall was immediately separated from each other. On one side were Confucian scholars who were reciting poems, surrounded by many officials and ladies, and Song Qian was surrounded by stars; .

The inexplicable aura on Qiu Yan's body became more and more intense and spread out, dispelling a lot of the rouge aura and corrosive thoughts in the flower hall.

"Huh?" Song Qian finally noticed the change in the atmosphere. She stood up and looked in the direction where Qiu Yan was.

"What's going on? What are they looking at?"

Her action interrupted Fang Ziyan's train of thought.

As soon as his thoughts changed, Fang Ziyan's perception was interrupted, and the feelings he had brewed were in vain. He had just spoken the third sentence of a seven-character quatrain, and the fourth sentence should have been used as a finishing touch. All right.

"This Qiu Sheng is too good at sensationalizing!"

After finishing a poem, Fang Ziyan also turned to look at Qiu Yan, then sneered and walked over.

"I'd like to see what tricks he's playing again!" Through the crowd, Fang Ziyan came to Qiu Yan, who was writing at his desk, "Oh? It doesn't look different."

As he was thinking, his eyes fell on the paper.

What Qiu Yan is writing is Fang Ziyan's new work, but at this moment, what attracts attention is not the poetry, but the square and square characters!

Compared with the previous ones, Qiu Yan's writing has changed again. On the basis of the square, round and upright, there is a more vigorous momentum, and in the horizontal and vertical style, there is more magnificence and beauty. At first glance, a sense of insignificance is naturally born, and I realize that I am just a drop of water in the long river of history.

Virtue is like worrying about foolishness, prestige is like a mountain!

The ancients said that books and paintings are also in the heart.

What is said is the word of the person, which is the reflection of the soul, and it is like observing the heart.

After Qiu Yan's deity experienced the land of relics, what he gained was not only Li Gua and sparks, but also the understanding of flames, the understanding of the ancient king's rule of the world, and the spirit of human beings fighting against heaven and earth in ancient times.

These spirits, at this moment, are all integrated into the pen holder, printed on the paper along the ink, turned into characters, and listed into lines of poems.

The originally ordinary poems, presented by this word, immediately glowed with dazzling brilliance.

"This word..."

Looking at the handwriting, Fang Ziyan was completely speechless.Suddenly, a voice came from behind him——

"Don't get angry when you're frustrated, don't be alarmed if you're wary, don't move when you're tempted, don't give up if you're mausoleum."

Fang Ziyan followed the sound and looked at Gu Yanzhi's face.

Gu Yanzhi shook his head and sighed, "Only today do we know that we used to watch the sky from a well."

"Brother Gu, you..." Fang Ziyan took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

The movements of the two talents attracted the attention of others. Many Confucian scholars came over curiously, made some inquiries, and soon learned the reason of the matter.

"You can write better than Gu Yanzhi? How is this possible?"

"Gu Yanzhi studied under a famous teacher. His teacher Yan Wu, although he failed many times, was famous all over the world for his handwriting. He was a famous talent when he was young."

"I'm going to go and see if it's really good or fake."

As the saying goes, hearing is believing, seeing is believing, so that all Confucian scholars saw Qiu Yan's words and felt the spirit in them.

"He has a charm in his pen, and he has entered the room!"

"How old is Qiu Yan! His writing is so vivid!"

"He was the best at guessing lantern riddles before, and now he has revealed such a handwriting. With this handwriting, even if he can't know a line of poetry, what's the matter? It can still be passed down to future generations."

……

Immediately, the atmosphere in the flower hall changed, and the artistic conception of the whole Wenhui changed abruptly. The momentum that had been brought back by Fang Ziyan's few words before dropped a thousand miles.

"This Qiu Yan..." Song Qian frowned slightly. She also saw Qiu Yan's handwriting, and she was also secretly surprised. She couldn't make up her mind, "Isn't he a monk? He is willing to spend time practicing handwriting? Could it be a writer?" The talent of music, and the practice of calligraphy?"

As for the officials and ladies who gathered around Song Qian, after finding out what happened, they were all in high spirits. These ladies were already interested in the tricks of wits and beautiful women, and what happened to Qiu Yan in front of him can be described as full of twists and turns, which is quite interesting. The legendary taste, of course, caught their minds.

Especially the youngest girl, she moved through the crowd nimbly and ran to Qiu Yan's side in one breath.

However, just when the atmosphere of the entire flower hall was completely tilted towards Qiu Yan, Qiu Yan, who was the focus, suddenly stopped writing, raised his head, and cast his eyes on the gate of the flower hall.

Boom!

Suddenly, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, and a slave in Tsing Yi flew in from the door, fell to the ground, and struggled a few times.

"I don't know what's good and bad, what a joke to let the prince in alone! I'm the prince's bodyguard, how can I leave for a moment? Could it be that you people in the Central Plains have evil intentions, and you are trying to divert the tiger away from the mountain!"

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