The so-called world is like a chess game, changing rapidly, deceitful and deceitful, and once misjudged, it will never be overcome. Lu Suifeng said with a look of contempt: "So, although you have done your best, it is not yourself who has the last laugh." You are deceiving me, why am I not lying to you, the key to victory or defeat lies in the grasp and control of the timing, and don't hesitate when it is time to make a move. This is just the beginning, and seeing that you put on such a gentlemanly appearance, you won't even have the measure of losing a game, right?"

Liu Yinjian ruined the chess game, not because he was cheating, the chess score of this game had been recorded according to the routine, but because he was full of chagrin and unwillingness to this result, so he would do this gaffe.

Lu Suifeng had to admit that he was indeed slightly inferior to the opponent in the chess lane, and this game was at a disadvantage from beginning to end, and the reason why he won by a slight advantage depends entirely on his deep understanding of the weaknesses of human nature.

The chessboard hanging high on the stage was quickly removed, the chess path was Liu Yinjian's strength, originally thought that he could take the lead to win the first place, but because of his own arrogance, he looked down on the enemy, and when he was surprised, he was already returning to the sky, and the next competition must not be taken lightly, and the victory or defeat of each game is related to the overall situation.

Liu Yinjian is squishy on the surface, but in fact he is a proud person in his bones, his heart is quite high, he was at a loss on the chess road before, and he suddenly felt that he had no face, and he thought in his heart that he was also quite talented in poetry, and he was inspired from time to time, especially this improvisation, which is his advantage, if there is no accident, he should be able to win back.

As soon as I thought of this, I quickly emptied the negative emotions in my heart, and regained my previous calmness and self-confidence. It is proposed that a poetry competition be carried out, and it is an impromptu poem to fill in the lyrics, and the other party will make a proposition.

Liu Yinjian made a gesture of invitation very gracefully, meaning to let the other party come to the proposition first. Lu Suifeng nodded when he heard this, and said with a faint smile: "Don't you like to linger in the land of wind and snow, then take the word "flower" as the title!"

With the theme of "flowers", it sounds very ordinary, how many people have appreciated flowers and cherished flowers throughout the ages, talked about flowers, and chanted flowers, but it is still an endless rhyme of flowers, and it is really not an easy task to blend the scenes in the poems to the fullest.

Liu Yinjian couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard this, and paced back and forth a few steps with the folding fan lightly, exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, raised his head slightly, and muttered, his voice seemed to be intermittent, "Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried. I often hate the cold rain and the wind at night. Rouge tears, leaving people drunk, when is it heavy. Since people grow hate, water grows east. ＂

The voice swirls around, and the sentence "Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried", it introduced people to the sad picture of flowers falling and flowers flying, and who has pity on the red face, as if seeing a sad image, always walking alone in the forest flowers in front of him, looking up, there are flying reds everywhere, stained with dew in the forest, just like the fat powder on the cheeks of the beauty and tears flowing, but it is how many old grievances and new sorrows are aroused.

When will they be able to meet again? Life has always been too many resentful things, just like the river that has passed away, endlessly, endlessly.

"Good words! There is love in the scene, but the love overflows outside the scene, this so-called silence is better than sound, this kind of wordless words is better than the pain of crying out. Someone muttered a comment, which seemed to arouse a lot of hatred and sorrow in his mouth.

Sure enough, the flowers fell and the flowers flew, and the sadness of the red face and fragrance disappeared was expressed to a vivid realm. It also vividly presents the kind of thousands, indescribable, unclear, and lingering feelings of cherishing flowers. However, when did this pampered second ancestor have so many hatreds and sorrows like blood and tears?"

Lu Suifeng clasped his palms together and struck lightly, but he was shocked in his heart, looking at Liu Yinjian with a smug face, although he knew that it was not a talented improvised work, but it was just a copy of someone's immortal lyrics.

"Words are absolutely too good to be good! It's just that the traces of disease-free* are too heavy to be felt. Lu Suifeng said with a playful smile: "I don't know how many vicissitudes of life you have experienced, why do you have so many sorrowful infarctions in your heart?

When Liu Yinjian heard this, a trace of anger flashed on his face, he folded the fan and put it away, and snorted coldly, "Don't pick thorns here, Ben Shao will use the word "autumn" as the theme, if you can also come out without illness, this will be regarded as Ben Shao's loss!"

"Really?" Lu Suifeng shrugged his shoulders and stood up from his seat, there was no nervousness in his expression, and many poems expressing autumn and autumn came to his mind, and then deliberately brewed a lot of emotions, and then whispered softly and naturally: "One mountain, two mountains." The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold, and the acacia maple leaf is dan. Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose flew high and the people did not return, and the curtain was idle. ＂

The good sentence "The wild goose flying high has not yet been returned, and a curtain of wind and moon is idle" almost infected everyone in the whole place, and the air seemed to be filled with a faint autumn thought.

The words and sentences contain a special rhythmic beauty, the color is beautiful, and the mood and scenery are blended, which not only depicts the surrounding scenery, but also sets off people's thoughts and feelings, and plays a role in dyeing "autumn". But there is not a single word "autumn" in the whole text.

The mountains are stacked and the water is complex, the smoke and clouds are cool and cold, the northern geese fly south, the pillow is cold, the cold moon shines obliquely on the curtain, and moves with the wind. The gloomy and poignant mood is like the scenery and feelings that a person touches from day to night. Looking through the autumn mountains and autumn waters, seeing the end of the world, the wild geese and the underworld have not yet returned, outlining a sad picture of endless autumn thoughts.

For a long time, there was no applause and support, but there was a sigh and sigh one after another from all over the place, including Liu Yinjian on the stage, who seemed to be touched by this poignant word, touched a string somewhere in the bottom of his heart, and couldn't help but sigh.

is also plagiarized someone's immortal work, but it has a different disease-free*, which has led countless people's hearts to hate and leave sorrow, and even Liu Yinjian has to admit that he is deeply infected, and he seems to have lost another battle in the battle of words.

In the next poems and painting competitions, Liu Yinjian also showed an extraordinary literary heritage, and brilliantly suppressed Lu Suifeng and regained the lost advantage, perhaps it was deliberately done by Lu Suifeng, but it is not known?

In the previous rounds of competition, the two sides have a record of two wins and two losses, and it seems that they are back to the starting point, and the last remaining battle of Wendao is "calligraphy", and they will no longer have reservations about each other, especially Liu Yinjian is even more energetic, and he seems to be full of confidence in calligraphy.

At this time, Liu Yinjian no longer pretended to have any self-cultivation demeanor, this last game will not allow the other party to take the lead, simply picked up a scroll without humility, slowly unfolded the scroll, the whole person's momentum changed, there was no sadness or joy between the expressions, giving people a kind of emptiness and freedom, lonely and selfless nothingness.

The unity of the mind is concentrated on the end of the pen, and the ink is like a breeze blowing willows, and it is like a stream spring flowing through the green grass, and the stone crevices between the rocks, gently and slowly complement each other, and the clouds and flowing water are rolled up in one body; Lonely and untraveling. If anyone knows where spring goes. Summoned to return and live together. There is no trace of spring, who knows. Unless you ask for a yellow bird. No one can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses. "The ink is handsome, strong and proud, and the wind and bone charm reveal an ethereal and distant artistic conception, swaying with the wind but still the same.

Liu Yinjian took a deep breath, as if he was very satisfied with his masterpiece, he had the ability to win the heavens, and it was almost impossible for the other party to surpass himself in calligraphy. couldn't help but look at Lu Suifeng with great ambition, and made a childish "please" gesture in a chic manner.

There was a lot of praise from the ground, and the exclamations and sighs were endless, and even Lu Suifeng couldn't help but clapped his hands softly and applauded again and again.

"With such a wonderful masterpiece, the possibility of Childe wanting to surpass it is very small. It seems that this last game ...... Shangguan Qingxue sighed a little disappointed.

Qingfeng on the side just smiled lightly, with her understanding of Lu Suifeng, Liu Yinjian's attainments in literature and Taoism were more than a star and a half, if he didn't deliberately hide and release water, he would definitely defeat these two ancestors.

This can be seen from Lu Suifeng's calm and quiet expression, at this time he has slowly come to the center of the stage, and then made a dazzling move, only to see that he took a scroll very casually, suddenly threw his hand into the air, and drew a long arc, ten meters high from the ground, then abruptly stopped, as if being manipulated, the scroll in the air with the habit of stretching.

"What is this kid doing? The scroll is so high, could it be that he wants to splash ink in the air and can't do it?"

Liu Yinjian was also a little puzzled by Lu Suifeng's amazing move, but he didn't know what the intention of this move was? Everyone in the hall was guessing, what method would Lu Suifeng use to wave ink on the ten-meter-high scroll?

Lu Suifeng leisurely twisted the ink on a piece of inkstone, observing the depth and uniformity of the ink from time to time. Calligraphy, each person has different shades of ink, depending on the needs of the work.

Under the expectation of countless pairs of eyes, Lu Suifeng held the inkstone in his hand, looked up at the scroll hanging above his head, and suddenly made a move that made people exclaim in unison, but when he saw that he threw the inkstone in his hand into the air, the ink in the inkstone suddenly splashed and sprinkled......

Between breaths, the inkstone fell down rapidly, and the rain of ink that flew out was quietly suspended in the void, and not a drop fell.