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Wang Taishan's heart was sad and sour, and his eyes looked at Zhang Xiaotian's paper, and he couldn't take this look away.

This...... What font is this?

He was so surprised in his heart that he even overwhelmed his hostility towards this martial artist, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward to observe it himself.

This word is both positive, beautiful, strong and elegant, polished and bloomed, full of vitality, and implied in the number of beautiful and slender roads, so that Wang Taishan saw more and more joy, more and more love.

Then he thought that this word was written by Zhang Xiaotian, he couldn't help but let out an "oops", his complexion changed greatly, and the blood in his chest rolled over, almost spurting out a mouthful of blood.

This, how can this vulgar martial artist write such a good word!?

Looking at this font is completely different from what is popular today, this can already start a sect!

Thinking of this, Wang Taishan's face suddenly turned pale, and this calligraphy was regarded as his own loss.

Yu Mengyue, who was originally sitting on the stone platform, couldn't help but walk down curiously, and first went to see Wang Taishan's words, which was really extraordinary, and couldn't help but worry about Zhang Xiaotian.

But when she walked to Zhang Xiaotian's stone table and looked at it, her face also became extremely exciting, is there really an omnipotent person in this world?

This Zhang Xiaotian is already amazing in martial arts, but she didn't expect to have such a high attainment in music and calligraphy, which really shocked her heart.

After Wang Taishan was shocked, he then thought that this was a best-of-three system, and he had won one game in music before, and now he still has a chance.

As long as you win again in poetry, you still win yourself.

He hurriedly looked at Zhang Xiaotian's stone table again, wanting to see what poems or words he had written, but at this time, someone had already read out what Zhang Xiaotian had written:

"Spring Lake Flower Moonlit Night"

The tide of Spring Lake is even the balance, and the bright moon in the sky is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring water!

The flow waves are like circling Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like hail;

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

The water and sky are one color without fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon by the lake? When does the lake moon shine at the beginning of the year?

Life is infinite from generation to generation, and the lake months are only similar every year.

I don't know who the lake is waiting for, but I see that the lake is flat.

The white clouds are gone, and the purple flower platform is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The lake flows in spring, and the flat waves and the moon slope westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people return to the moon, and the falling moon shakes the lake trees.

The person who recited the poem is Zeng Shiqiang, when others are still paying attention to this new font, he has noticed the extraordinaryness of Zhang Xiaotian's poem, at this moment slowly recited, the intuitive mouth is full of the beauty of the heart, only to feel that his spirit is elevated with the poem, and suddenly flooded with the philosophical thought of "envy the infinity of the universe, mourn the breath of my life".

There was silence in the field, Yu Mengyue lowered her head, her eyes were full, as if she had a feeling, and suddenly looked up, just in time to see the man opposite looking at him, his heart moved, and then his face was flushed.

This person, why is this person like this, is this "where is Acacia Mingyue Tower" talking about me? What does this lovesickness mean, this wandering?

How did Zhang Xiaotian know that there would be such a misunderstanding, he stole "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", a famous poem known as "a lonely article covering the whole Tang Dynasty", just to hit Wang Taishan. As for some of the words that are not suitable, they have naturally been modified, but Mingyue Tower happens to have such a building with the same name on the shore of Dongting Lake, so he naturally ignored the past, and he didn't expect Yu Mengyue to have lived in the building at all.

He saw Yu Mengyue coming over and looking at his words in a daze, so he wanted to remind her if it was okay to judge, but he didn't expect this girl to just raise her head and meet her eyes, and then she blushed and lowered her head, and refused to raise it.

Zhang Xiaotian's heart suddenly flashed with a strange meaning, what does it mean? This female literary youth was impressed by my poems? How do you give me a feeling of affection?

After Zeng Shiqiang finished reading the whole poem, Wang Taishan was like a lightning strike, and the blood in his chest couldn't help but spurt out anymore, and the surrounding crowd hurriedly dodged, but a few drops of blood fell on Zhang Xiaotian's white paper.

There was a pity in everyone's eyes, the famous articles and peerless words, this piece of paper is priceless in the eyes of these people!

Ruined, ruined, a pair of treasures ruined!

Zeng Shiqiang shook his head and sighed, although Zhang Xiaotian can write another pair at any time, but the meaning of this word is different, this is done on the scene of Wang Taishan's literary fight, and these literati know very well that a person's spirit and spirit are different, and the words written are actually slightly different.

This word, made at this moment and in this situation, can be said to be unique.

At this time, they saw Zhang Xiaotian take a picture casually, and a brush that had not been dipped in ink on the other stone tables came into their hands.

I saw him brush a few times, wipe a few strokes along the undried blood, and suddenly there were a few more red plums on the white paper.

Good!

Although his friend Wang Taishan vomited blood and looked sluggish, Zeng Shiqiang couldn't help but shout, these few strokes suddenly made this word and a poem more vivid, this word was saved, and the value was even greater.

This value is not only the value of calligraphy and poetry, but also the story that follows - Zhang Xiaotian put pen to paper, Wang Taishan vomited blood, what a good story!

Zeng Shiqiang looked at this character with a hint of greed in his eyes, and there was an urge in his heart to keep it for himself, for these people, this character was enough as a family heirloom.

"Mengyue, has this victory not yet been judged?"

Zhang Xiaotian saw that Yu Mengyue had not raised his head, and finally couldn't help but urge, for some reason, he always had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

Yu Mengyue calmed down, raised her head, looked at the two of them and said, "Poetry and calligraphy are Zhang Xiaotiansheng." ”

No one raised objections, and even people who hadn't read Wang Taishan's poems didn't think he had the possibility of winning, firstly, Zhang Xiaotian's poem was written too well, and secondly, didn't you see that Wang Taishan vomited blood!

Wang Taishan spurted out another mouthful of blood, then sat on the ground and shouted: 'I, I don't accept it, how can this person make such a poem as a martial artist, it must be plagiarism, yes, yes, it must be plagiarism! ’

Wang Taishan seems to have found a life-saving straw, and desperately cited Zhang Xiaotian's works for "plagiarism", which really aroused the suspicion of many people.

After all, everyone is the same kind of person, Wang Taishan vomited blood after defeat, and many people had the feeling of being hurt by things.

In addition, most of them are because they have no qualifications to practice martial arts, so they turn to literature, and years or even decades of hard study are not as good as a martial artist? More or less, these people will have some unwilling and unwilling thoughts in their hearts.

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