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

Qiu Yan knew the plans of those Confucian scholars, he glanced at Fang Ziyan, walked to a table, picked up the pen and ink, and said: "Qiu is not good at poetry, so leave this poetry to all talents." ”

As he spoke, he lifted his pen: "However, Qiu has a little experience in calligraphy, so he recommended himself and wrote down your masterpieces." ”

Poetry not only needs to be even, but also sensible, sensible, and targeted.

For Qiu Yan, whether it is in his previous life or in this life, he is not lacking in rationality, but he is really not good at the way of sensibility, so there is no need to be led by others.

"As a scholar, but he said that he couldn't write poetry? ”

Hearing Qiu Yan's words, the Confucian students were in high spirits, and they felt that they had grasped Qiu Yan's shortcomings, but no one ridiculed them in public, so as not to lower their style and appear narrow, but the expressions in their eyes and faces revealed their thoughts.

At this time, Fang Ziyan smiled and said, "Since Brother Qiu wants to write, it doesn't matter, I just hope that it is not too much worse than Brother Gu's words." The malice and provocation in these words were obvious to Qiu Yan as soon as he heard them, but he didn't say much.

Seeing that Qiu Yan did not refute, Fang Ziyan felt that he had finally moved back the disadvantage, no longer being aggressive, and instead chatting and laughing with other Confucian students.

The other Confucian scholars were also grateful to Fang Ziyan for saying a few words, so that the momentum was reversed, and there was a faint taste of serving him.

"As I expected. Song Qian shook her head, and then first made a few pairs, and then drew out the poem title from it, so that the Confucian students threw themselves into it step by step, searching their stomachs one by one, trying to get a poem, and it was a blockbuster.

Time. The scene became lively, first solitaire, then spelling sentences, and then some people were inspired and directly wrote a whole poem.

The whole flower hall was full of laughter.

Qiu Yan sat on the table, holding a pen, his wrist was dexterous and reactionary, and he recorded the poems unhurriedly, and gradually, an inexplicable aura rose from him. Shrouded in the surroundings, it seems out of place with the lively atmosphere.

This breath was weak at the beginning and couldn't be easily discovered, but Qi Xin always paid attention to Qiu Yan and felt that the latter would not be suppressed so easily, so he discovered this breath for the first time.

"This breath is somewhat similar to the calligraphy I have seen in the capital before, but it is a character with charm in the pen! Even when Gu Yanzhi writes, he is only barely spiritual. If you don't have momentum, this Qiu Yan ......"

"Big brother, what's wrong?" Yang Dingyuan noticed Qi Xin's strange appearance and asked aloud. also looked at Qiu Yan, and then frowned slightly, and his heart was in a trance.

Vaguely, Qiu Yan's image in his eyes changed. It seems to be suddenly taller, and the artistic conception of rules and circles is coming, and there is a little grandeur during the period.

"What's going on?"

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

"This is?" he cast an inquiring glance towards Qi Xin.

"Rest easy. Qi Xin narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, "It's really a good show to watch today." ”

Qi Xin said, led Yang Dingyuan over, and when he arrived at Qiu Yan's side, his eyes fell on the paper, and he took the columns of words on it into his eyes, and he was stunned for a moment, and his mind was lost!

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

"Since I refined a soul half a year ago, my mind is condensed and my mind is firm, even if Mount Tai collapses in front of me, I can also guard my mind, but now I just look at the words on this paper, and I lose my mind! I was infected and affected by the spirit inside, and I almost got lost in it, this word must have a charm!"

Thinking of this, he found that Yang Dingyuan beside him was still stunned, and did not come back to his senses, so he hurriedly coughed lightly and called the latter back to his senses.

Yang Dingyuan came back to his senses, but he gasped violently, leaving cold sweat on his forehead.

"It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous, I almost lost my concentration. With a whisper in his mouth, he and Qi Xin glanced at each other, and then the two of them turned their heads together, 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 they value martial arts and fist intentions, so they will have such a big reaction after being attracted by foreign objects.

"It seems that I still underestimated this person. ”

Qi Xin and Yang Dingyuan's actions attracted the attention of other generals, and a few people came over and glanced at Qiu Yan's words.

I can't take my eyes off this look.

The fathers of this group of people dance knives and guns, but their mothers are knowledgeable, so they have some understanding of calligraphy, besides, calligraphy contains a spirit, similar to the spirit of martial arts.

Originally, because of the Confucian scholars' statements, the children of the generals still despised Qiu Yan a little, but now their impressions have been reversed, and a few of them who love calligraphy are even more shocked.

Gradually, more and more generals surrounded them.

The whole flower hall was suddenly distinct, on one side was the Confucian who was chanting poetry, many official ladies were around, Song Qian was held by the stars, and on the other side were the children of military generals, surrounding Qiu Yan, silent, for fear of disturbing him.

The inexplicable aura on Qiu Yan's body became more and more intense, spreading out, and it actually dispelled 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 where Qiu Yan was.

"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 perception was interrupted, and the feelings brewed were in vain, a seven-word quatrain just said the third sentence, and the fourth sentence should have been used to finish and put the finishing touch, but now in a hurry, he could only barely follow the rhythm to make a neat fit.

"This Qiu Sheng is too good at sensationalism!"

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

"I'd like to see what tricks he's up to!" Fang Ziyan walked through the crowd to Qiu Yan, who was writing at his desk, "Oh? ”

He was thinking as his gaze fell on the paper.

What Qiu Yan is writing is Fang Ziyan's new work, but at this moment, what catches the eye is not the poem, but the square hand!

Compared with before, Qiu Yan's words have changed, on the basis of square and uprightness, there is more of a strong momentum, horizontal and vertical wind bones, more magnificent and beautiful, faintly revealing the atmosphere of eternal desolation, making people look at it, naturally give birth to a sense of insignificance, and realize that they are just a drop of water in the long river of history.

Virtue is like foolishness, majesty is like a mountain!

The ancients had clouds, books, and heart paintings.

It is said that the words of people are the reflection of the soul, and the book is like the appearance, and the book is like the heart.

After Qiu Yan's deity experienced the relict land, what he gained was not only the separation of the hexagram and Mars, but also the comprehension of flames, the understanding of the ancient kings, and the spirit of the struggle between human beings and heaven and earth in the ancient times.

These spirits, at this moment, are integrated into the barrel of the pen, along with the ink, printed on the paper, turned into words, and listed into columns of poems.

The ordinary verses were presented by this word, and they immediately glowed with dazzling brilliance.

"The word ......"

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

"Frustration is not angry, caution is not shocked, temptation is unswerving, and Ling is unyielding. ”

Fang Ziyan looked at the sound, and the purpose was Gu Yan's face.

Gu Yanzhi shook his head and sighed: "Today I know that I used to sit in the well and watch the sky. ”

"Brother Gu, you ......" Fang Ziyan took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

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

"How is this possible?"

Gu Yanzhi studied under a famous teacher, his teacher Yan Wu, although he tried and failed, but he was famous all over the world for his handwriting, and he was a famous talent when he was young. ”

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

As the saying goes, hearing is false, seeing is believing, and all the Confucian scholars saw Qiu Yan's words and felt the spirit in them.

"He has a charm in his pen, and he has already entered the house!"

"How old is this Qiu Yan!

"He was the leader in guessing lantern riddles before, and now he has revealed such a handwriting, with this word, even if it is not a poem, what does it matter? ”

......

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the flower hall changed, and the artistic conception of the entire literary meeting changed abruptly, and the momentum that was pulled back by Fang Ziyan in a few words before fell for thousands of miles.

"This Qiu Yan ......" Song Qian frowned slightly, she also saw Qiu Yan's words, and she was also secretly surprised, and she couldn't figure it out, "Isn't he a monk?

As for the several official ladies who had gathered around Song Qian, after figuring out what was going on, they were all in high spirits, these young ladies were already interested in the set of talented and beautiful women, and the matter of Qiu Yan in front of them could be described as twists and turns, quite legendary, of course, which aroused their thoughts.

Especially the youngest girl, she shuttled through the crowd flexibly and ran to Qiu Yan's side in one breath.

However, just as 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 a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, and I saw a Tsing Yi Haonu flying in from outside the door, falling to the ground, and struggling a few times.

"I don't know what to do, why did you let the prince in alone, joke! We are the prince's personal guards, how can we leave for a moment? Could it be that you Central Plains people have bad intentions and want to do something to divert the tiger from the mountain!" (To be continued......

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