Sword Venerable Ling Tian

The speed of writing words is fast or slow. Similar to Yue Qingcang and Yunyang, they are both extremely serious. Not only are they thinking deeply about the words and sentences, they are also extremely sophisticated, and strive to be perfect.

However, during tea time, someone has already filled in words for Yuexiayin one after another, shaking their heads in annoyance, and singing.

"The west wind came to persuade the cool clouds to go, Tiandong let go of the golden mirror. Shine Shuangning, and the river was wet...."

"Eldest Senior Brother Gao Cai, All the juniors are ashamed!"

"Tonight, Eldest Senior Brother's moon chanting is really amazing. If you want to come, you will definitely be able to enter the Dharma Eye of the Jade Chief!"

"Hehe, I only get it from time to time. It's really unsightly. You still need your fellow apprentices to comment and correct!"

"Eldest Senior Brother is too modest, who can have your talent in Azure Clouds Sect, no matter Martial Dao aptitude is still a perception, and I can’t wait to see the dust!"

A group of Clear Sky Sect's dísciples are writing words on a not-small boat. Azure Clouds Sect Chief Disciple Yang Lin’s first month Xia Yin, it's really good.

Aroused the admiration of everyone around him, after Yang Lin shoved a few words, his face inevitably showed complacency.

Azure Clouds Sect Ye Fan put down the jade pen in his hand, his expression indifferent, he didn't glance at Yang Lin.

"Should you come for such a big event today?" Ye Fan muttered, looking to the left and right, but he didn't find that person.

Although Azure Clouds Sect is not as high as the Great Sky School, its strength is quite impressive.

Listening to the compliments of the people around, and the ashamed expressions of other Sect Martial Artists on the boat, Yang Lin was still happy in his heart. If he really got into Yu Xuanji’s eyes, he would sing a song. , That vanity will be greatly satisfied.

"hmph, just this poem, dare you dare to speak out? It's really a group of unknown country bumpkins!"

Suddenly bursts of coldly snorted came out of the all-in-one compliment, which was particularly ear-piercing. .

Azure Clouds Sect dísciple looked sullen, moving towards the sound came and looked around, but saw that it was the dísciple on the painted boat of the Great Sky School and looked here.

"Great Sky School!"

A group of angry Azure Clouds Sect dísciple saw that it was the Martial Artist of the Sky School mocked, and suddenly browsed slightly wrinkle and disappeared a lot in an imposing manner.

There is no way, after all, the Great Sky School is the leader of Yun Prefecture sect today, there are too many geniuses in the door and too strong.

But Azure Clouds Sect dísciple doesn't have a good face either.

"hmph, what our Eldest Senior Brother wrote is good, is there a problem!"

"That is, don’t think you are number one Sect, just arrogant, your month If you chant, you may not be better than our Eldest Senior Brother!"

A group of Azure Clouds Sect dísciple is uncomfortable.

"Hehe, don't have to argue with them."

The Great Sky School dísciple also came up with a mockery, but was stopped by Yue Qingcang who had stopped writing.

He had a few cases in front of him, and he chanted a song every month, and he had already finished writing the words.

Yue Qingqing, dressed in a black gown, swayed gracefully, shook his wrists, and admired his writing, full of relief.

"Qing Cang Senior Brother is really a good word!"

"Yes, no matter what the word is, this stylus and silver hook alone is enough to express your spirit!"

"Qing Cang Senior Brother Sword Art is superb, this word is like a sharp sword, it is really amazing!"

All the senior brother dísciples have not seen what they filled in, they already admired tsk tsk. .

"hmph, it will pretend, what words are you filling in, you should read it out for everyone to listen to!"

Azure Clouds Sect dísciple roared.

"hmph, put your ears in and listen!"

A Great Heavenly Sect dísciple cleared his throat, watched Yue Qingcang's writing, slowly muttering.

"Thousands of water return to the yin, so the tide of the letter is full of emptiness because of the moon. It only arrives, the cool autumn is half broken, and the fight becomes a double. There is something that means grinding the golden mirror, who can take the Yinhe... ”

At the first half of reading the dísciple of the Great Sky School, Azure Clouds Sect dísciple complexion headed by Yang Lin slightly changed, and his expression became a little unnatural.

"Very high style, very sad and euphemistic, a good word, this word is better than Yang Lin!"

There are also Great Sects around. The dísciple, those who can come here, are somewhat talented. At this time, they compared Yang Lin and Yue Qingcang's writing, both in terms of words and intentions, are superior to the former.

This kind of comparison poems are often like this. There may be good words, but if they are compared by others, then they are worthless. It is precisely because of this that someone can make a masterpiece, and finally pull strongly against a crazy tide, and make a name for it. Not only does it earn fame, but it also has a great effect on the improvement of perception.

This is the charm of this world, poetry.

Being defeated by Yue Qingcang's poem, Yang Lin took the dísciple behind him and got off the case dingyly.

On the side of the victorious King Tianzong, his ambition is high, as if he is proud of himself.

Yue Qingcang didn’t care about defeating Yang Lin with a single word, but picked up the top grade talisman that was transcribed on the moon under the moon, wrapped it with a layer of luck, and sent it to the Formation in the heart of Jiang’s front. Past.

It's not just that you are more than Qingcang. At this moment, all those who have completed the wording have wrapped their own words and sent them to the past.

After the vigorous talisman papers are integrated into Formation, they are enlarged and arranged one by one, and then appear on the four-sided light curtain of Jiangxin Platform Formation.

The quality of the paper used for writing words and sentences determines the brightness when presented on Formation. The higher the level, the more conspicuous and eye-catching.

Yu Xuanji stands on the top of the Jin Pavilion, as long as you turn around and look around, you can see it really.

Song Xian Bian Yujing came out of the pavilion, raised his head and forgot to look up, a light smile appeared on his face.

Along the stairs to the top of the pavilion, I walked to the carved jade column and said with a smile to the woman who was leaning on the railing insatiable, "Why, still keeping my eyes on? There is no one else in my eyes. Yes, I can see that there are a few fresh faces, they are very handsome, and the words are all good, don’t you take a good look?"

The woman is exactly the jade who returned to Jin Pavilion. Xuanji.

She turned her head slightly, revealing her beautiful and beautiful face, smiling and said: "It doesn’t matter if you look at it. Although the words are different, they are mostly'sorrowful and sorrowful,' and they are nothing new. These words, I almost heard that Cocoon is coming, and I can’t touch me. How can I let my piano sway Heaven and Earth?"

Bian Yujing gave a wry smile: "Ai, really for those Young people outside. The masters are sad. They don’t know that our piano immortals already belong to them, and their words are absolutely impossible to provoke the Heaven and Earth natural phenomenon!"

"Oh, I listen to the tone of elder sister , It's very sad. Or else, the elder sister also finds a talent and commits it for life?" Yu Xuanji turned back and smiled jokingly and said.

"che, the first son of Yunyang has fallen under your skirt, elder sister, how can I compare the beloved one I am looking for..."

Bian Yujing looked towards the distance , But before she finished speaking, her eyes froze, and her voice suddenly came.

The Young Master dressed in Tuanlong gauze had already closed his pen and sent the ordinary white paper up with his vitality.

Because white paper is very ordinary and naturally not dazzling, no one pays special attention to it. It is like a piece of paper falling into the snow and disappearing in an instant.

"What's the matter, elder sister, what are you looking at?"

Yu Xuanji startedled, followed Bian Yujing's gaze, but found nothing.

"Oh. No, nothing."

Bian Yujing quickly retracted his gaze, said with a smile: "You leave me alone, look, then Yun Yang Shizi seems to have finished writing, you Choose quickly."