Dao Fruit

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan obviously knew 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. I'd better leave the matter of reciting poetry correctly to all the talented people." ”

As he spoke, he picked up his pen: "However, Qiu has some experience in calligraphy, so he volunteered to write down your masterpieces."

Poetry requires not only plain rhythm, but also a certain degree of sensibility, so that it can be written with emotion and purpose.

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 emotional way, so there is no need to be led by others, since he wants to defeat the limelight of all living beings and turn his reputation around. , we must maximize our strengths and avoid weaknesses.

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

After hearing Qiu Yan's words, the Confucian scholars immediately became energetic and felt that they had grasped Qiu Yan's shortcomings. However, no one laughed in public, so as not to lower his style and appear narrow-minded. It was just the look in his eyes and the expression on his face. , but revealed all his thoughts.

At this time, Fang Ziyan said with a smile: "Since Brother Qiu wants to write, it's okay. I just hope it won't be too different from Brother Gu's handwriting." Qiu Yan could tell the malice and provocation contained in these words. But don’t say much.

Seeing that Qiu Yan did not refute, Fang Ziyan felt that he had finally regained his disadvantage, stopped being aggressive, and started talking and laughing with other Confucian students.

Other Confucian scholars were also grateful to Fang Ziyan for his few words, which changed their momentum and gave them a vague feeling of being led by him.

"It's just as I expected." Song Qian shook her head, and then she first came up with a few pairs, and then derived the poem title from them, making the Confucian scholars devote themselves to it step by step, and they all searched for a poem, and they wanted to make a blockbuster.

For a while. The scene became lively. First they started to answer questions, then to spell out sentences, and then someone was inspired to compose a whole poem directly.

The whole flower hall was filled with laughter and laughter.

Qiu Yan sat at the table, holding a pen, and wrote down the poems calmly with a deft wrist. Gradually, an inexplicable aura rose from him. It shrouded the surroundings and seemed incompatible with the lively atmosphere.

This aura was weak at first and could not be easily detected, but Qi Xin always paid attention to Qiu Yan and felt that the latter would not be suppressed so easily, so he discovered the aura immediately.

"This aura is somewhat similar to the calligraphy masters I have seen in the capital before, but they are characters with charm in their pens! Even when Gu Yan writes, he is just barely alive. Without momentum, this Qiu Yan... "

"Brother, what's wrong?" Yang Dingyuan noticed Qi Xin's strange behavior and asked. He also looked at Qiu Yan, then frowned slightly, feeling dazed for a while.

Vaguely, Qiu Yan's image in his eyes changed. It seems that it suddenly grew taller, and the artistic conception of regular and round shape rushed towards the face, with a little grand momentum mixed in during the period.

"What's going on?"

Close your eyes. When he opened it again, all the hallucinations immediately dissipated, but Yang Dingyuan still felt the aura around Qiu Yan.

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

"Don't be impatient." Qi Xin narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, "There is really something good to watch today."

Qi Xin said, leading Yang Dingyuan over to Qiu Yan's side. His eyes fell on the paper and he took in the rows of words on it. He was suddenly stunned and lost his mind!

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

"Since I refined my soul half a year ago, my mind has been focused and my thoughts are strong. Even if the mountain collapses in front of me, I can still keep my mind. But now I just glanced at the words on this paper and lost my mind! The spirit inside is infected and affected, and I almost get lost in it. This word must have a charm!"

Thinking of this, he found that Yang Dingyuan beside him was still stunned and had not come back to his senses. He quickly coughed lightly to call the latter back to his senses.

As soon as Yang Dingyuan came to his senses, he began to pant violently, leaving cold sweat on his forehead.

"It was so dangerous, so dangerous, I almost lost my composure." He whispered, and he and Qi Xin looked at each other, then they both turned their heads and their eyes fell on Qiu Yan.

These two people are different from ordinary people who appreciate calligraphy and painting. They have a martial arts heritage and attach great importance to martial arts and boxing. Therefore, they have such a big reaction after being 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 military generals. Several people came over and glanced at the zigzag characters written by Qiu Yan.

Once you see it, you can't take your eyes away.

The fathers of this group of people wielded swords and guns, but their mothers were well-educated, so they had some knowledge of calligraphy. Moreover, calligraphy inherently contains a spirit, which is similar to the spirit of martial arts. After looking at the words on the paper, and feeling dazed, I knew it was no small matter.

Originally, due to what the Confucian scholars said, the military generals' children still looked down upon Qiu Yan, but now their impression has changed, and several of them who love calligraphy are even more shaken.

Gradually, more and more military commanders' disciples gathered around.

The whole flower hall was suddenly divided. On one side were the Confucian scholars who were reciting poems, and many officials and ladies were surrounding them. Song Qian was held in the moonlight by the stars; on the other side were the military generals' children, surrounding Qiu Yan, silently, for fear of disturbing him. .

The inexplicable aura on Qiu Yan's body became stronger and stronger, spreading, and actually dissipated 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 of Qiu Yan.

"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 feelings were interrupted, and the brewing feelings were in vain. He had just finished the third sentence of a seven-character quatrain, and the fourth sentence should have been used to conclude and highlight. Now in a hurry, he could only barely follow the meter. Neat and tidy.

"This Mr. Qiu is so good at sensationalizing!"

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

"I want to see what tricks he is playing!" Fang Ziyan walked through the crowd and reached Qiu Yan, who was writing at his desk, "Oh? It doesn't look strange."

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 handwriting!

Compared with the previous ones, Qiu Yan's calligraphy has changed again. On the basis of the uprightness of the square and round, there is a kind of vigorous momentum, and the horizontal and vertical characters are more magnificent and beautiful, faintly revealing the atmosphere of the ancient times, which makes people feel At first glance, I naturally feel a sense of insignificance and realize that I am just a drop of water in the long river of history.

Virtue is as thick as foolishness, and majesty is as high as a mountain!

The ancients said that books are paintings from the heart.

It talks about human words, which are the reflection of the soul. Discussing books is like discussing physical appearance, and observing books is like observing the mind.

After Qiu Yan's true self experienced the Land of Relics, he gained not only Li Gua and Mars, but also an understanding of flames, an understanding of the governance of ancient human kings, and a sense of the spirit of struggle between humans and heaven and earth in ancient times.

At this moment, these spirits were integrated into the pen barrel, followed by the ink, printed on the paper, turned into words one by one, and arranged into rows of poems.

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

"This word..."

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

“Don’t get angry when you are frustrated, don’t be alarmed when you are wary, don’t waver when you are tempted, and don’t give in when you are majestic.”

Fang Ziyan looked around at the sound and saw Gu Yan's face.

Gu Yanzhi shook his head and sighed: "Today we realize that we used to sit in a well and look at the sky."

"Brother Gu, you..." Fang Ziyan took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

The movements of the two talented men attracted the attention of others. Many Confucian scholars came over curiously and inquired a few times, and soon learned the cause of the matter.

"His handwriting is better than Gu Yan's? How is this possible?"

"Gu Yan studied under a famous teacher, his teacher Yan Wu. Although he failed in many tests, he was famous all over the world for his calligraphy. He was a famous talent when he was young."

"I want to go over and see if it's really good or fake."

As the saying goes, hearing is false and seeing is belief. When all the Confucian scholars saw Qiu Yan's words, they all felt the spirit in it.

"He has a charm in his writing and has already entered the palace!"

"How old is Qiu Yan! He can actually write rhymes in his writing!"

"He was the best at guessing lantern riddles before, but now he has shown such a hand in handwriting. With this handwriting, even if he can't read a poem, what's the harm? He can still be famous for future generations."

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Suddenly, the atmosphere in the flower hall changed, and the artistic conception of the entire cultural gathering suddenly changed. The momentum that had been brought back by Fang Ziyan's few words suddenly fell away.

"This Qiu Yan..." Song Qian frowned slightly. She also saw Qiu Yan's calligraphy, and was secretly surprised. She was a little confused, "Isn't he a monk? He is actually willing to spend time practicing calligraphy? Could it be that he is a literary man? A talent for music and a master of calligraphy?”

As for the several official ladies who had gathered around Song Qian, after they figured out the whole story, they were all in high spirits. These ladies were already interested in the behavior of talented men and beauties. The incident with Qiu Yan in front of them was full of twists and turns. The legendary taste certainly caught their minds.

Especially the youngest girl, she shuttled nimbly among the crowd 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 looked at the door of the flower hall.

Boom!

Suddenly, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard, and a slave in green clothes flew in from outside the door, landed on the ground, and struggled a few times.

"You don't know what's good and what's wrong. You're saying that only the prince is allowed in. What a joke! I am the prince's personal bodyguard, how can I leave for a moment? Could it be that you people from the Central Plains have evil intentions and are trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain!" (To be continued! Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!

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