Martial Arts: Junior Brother Hanyi, the Magic Sword Thousand Blades at the beginning

Almost in the blink of an eye, the purple talent visible to the naked eye gushes out from the paper and soars up.

Indistinctly, it seems that it is about to turn into a long rainbow and lie across the Dengtian Pavilion.

"This this?!"

"Talent is like a rainbow, the third sentence is to suppress the country!"

"Really the country?!"

"Rare in the world!"

"..."

now.

The literati gathered beside Lei Wujie were all stunned when they saw this scene, and then they looked stunned.

Shocked and paralyzed on the ground, unable to hold on to himself!

When Duan Kaiyan saw this, his face turned ashen to the extreme!

The whole face is hot, very red!

This is a big shame!

Right now, Tuan Kaiyan wished he could find a crack in the ground and get in!

He just said that Lei Wujie couldn't write Zhen Guo Ci, but he was slapped in the face in the blink of an eye!

Moreover, in front of so many beauties and ladies!

Where does this put his face?

"Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, with a strong heart. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons."

Dengtian Pavilion.

Leaning on the railing, Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Yun said these few words slowly.

Every time he read a paragraph, he was excited, and finally almost danced!

"I know that Lei Wujie has little talent and little learning, how could he write such bold words and sentences, it turns out that the younger brother is secretly helping him."

This time.

Gun Xian and the others saw it clearly, and they couldn't help but suddenly smiled when they learned that it was Qi Changkong who secretly transmitted the sound to help Lei Wujie.

"Brother Gun Fairy, this Kunlun Sword Fairy has accepted a good apprentice!"

"Such a brilliant literary talent, it can be said to be rare in a hundred years!"

Ru Jianxian also noticed it, and praised Qi Changkong without hesitation.

Even in the eyes of Cheng Yi and others, if this Qi Changkong followed the way of writing, he might be a gentleman now.

"Don't wait, the boy's head is white, empty and sad."

"The shame of the north is still bloodless. The hatred of the courtiers, when will it be destroyed. Drive a long cart and step through the gaps in Helan Mountain. Aspirations hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu's blood."

"Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que!"

Qi Changkong continued to transmit the voice.

And Lei Wujie was also writing non-stop.

Wait until the last word "que" is written.

boom!

Suddenly, the desk he was sitting on exploded, and the paper on it fell heavily on the ground. It fell to the ground with a bang, and directly crushed a large piece of bluestone on the floor!

at the same time.

Like a beam of golden talent soaring into the sky, it directly stirred up the entire sky.

The refreshing ink fragrance spread out, stretching for hundreds of miles in an instant.

At this moment, the entire Xueyue City was filled with the fragrance of books.

Many people can even hear the sound of sages reciting in their ears, resounding endlessly.

"The paper weighs a thousand catties, and the ink is fragrant for hundreds of miles. It is a work handed down from generation to generation!"

"It's truly a masterpiece!"

"I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I could still see such a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. I really have no regrets in dying!"

"..."

When an old pedant saw this scene, tears filled his eyes.

In the courtyard, those literati and Confucian scholars all shouted and screamed when they saw it!

Poetry of Zhenguo level is difficult for these people to achieve in their entire lives.

Not to mention it is passed on to the world?

"This Qi Changkong is truly an extraordinary talent!"

"Writing a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, I am afraid that in just a few days, it will be enough to cause a sensation in the entire Xuantian Continent!"

"It seems that my Dali dynasty's literary ways have not been cut off!"

"Qi Changkong, the four city lords of Xueyue City, is not only the young master of Changkong, but also the descendant of Qi."

"..."

Confucian swordsman Xie Yun took the case and admired him very much, thinking that the future Dali Dynasty's literature and morals would depend on Qi Changkong.

at the same time.

Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi walked out of the pavilion, and looked down at Qi Changkong and the others with beautiful eyes, revealing a hint of grace.

……

"Duan, how is it?"

Lei Wujie smiled triumphantly at Duan Kaiyan.

He wrote a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, which has already far surpassed Ye Ruoyi's previous rules.

"I……"

Hearing this, Duan Kaiyan didn't know what to say at the moment.

He could only look resentful and embarrassed.

This time, he completely lost face.

In the future, only people will talk about this poem, and it is bound to talk about it.

At that time, Lei Wujie will be a good talk among everyone, and he will be a laughing stock!

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have provoked him!

Duan Kaiyan felt extremely regretful, but it was too late.

"Since Mr. Lei wins, the little girl will play the piano."

Here, Ye Ruoyi also abided by the agreement and spoke to Lei Wujie.

"There's Miss Laoye."

Lei Wujie scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

This time, if not for Qi Changkong, he might have lost.

Soon, the two went to an elegant room.

Ye Ruoyi wanted to play the piano for Lei Wujie, so naturally she gave it to him alone.

Not in public.

Not far away, Tiannv Lei danced for Tang Lian, with a graceful figure and exquisite curves, which attracted everyone's applause.

The rest of the people also applied what they had learned, and some used their feet instead of hands to write dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing, powerful and vigorous characters.

There are also people who are so angry that when the paint is swayed, the splendid mountains and rivers of the Dali Dynasty are vividly displayed on the paper.

There are also women with graceful voices, and when they sing songs, they are very pleasant and refreshing.

……

All of a sudden, in this full garden, everyone showed their talents, and it can be said that a hundred flowers bloomed and were brilliant.

Suddenly, Qi Changkong seemed to have a sense of looking towards the first floor of the Dengtian Pavilion, where he noticed a pair of beautiful eyes looking over.

"¨. Dao Jianxian became popular in the city yesterday, put on red makeup, and expressed his heart with Senior Sister Han Yi."

"But Senior Sister rejected Dao Jianxian and chose me."

"Now, I should also take this step, and I can't lose to him."

Aware of this, Qi Changkong secretly made a decision.

With this in mind, he found the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and sat at his desk in the corridor of the courtyard, intending to write a masterpiece for Li Hanyi!

"Dongfeng night blooms thousands of trees and blows down even more, stars like rain."

Qi Changkong put pen to paper before the case.

As soon as the first sentence was written, cyan talent gushed out, turning into fireworks all over the sky, extremely bright.

It attracted everyone's attention.

"Huh?! What are the four city lords of Xueyue City doing?"

"It seems to be writing words?"

"Isn't it?"

"Is this the beginning of Mingzhou again?"

"Could it be that what Lei Wujie wrote earlier was written by Qi Changkong?"

"..."

Soon, everyone couldn't help but moved to Qi Changkong with puzzled expressions.