Immediately, Yun Zhongge sent another spiritual thought to Yue Ziling and said, "Brother Ziling, there is no need to be depressed. With this masterpiece alone, you have already made an excellent impression in Fairy Qin's heart. For this reason alone, it is already worth it, isn't it?"
Yue Ziling can't hear Yun Zhongge. This is to remind him not to get angry with him and fail to fulfill his previous promise just because Shicai's poem failed to open the leaves of Immortal Song Tree's poetry.
He secretly laughed at Yun Zhongge's little device, and said in his heart, "Brother Yun, don't worry, Yue Mou has not failed to fulfill his words."
Although he failed to open the leaf of poetry, Yun Zhongge said it well. At least Fairy Qin had a good impression of him, which is worth it.
Yun Zhongge said in his heart, "Then thank you Brother Ziling."
Just as the two were communicating with each other, Young Master Zheng and others comforted Qin Qing.
Qin Qing said, "Immortal Song Tree can no longer spread his poetry. It seems to be God's will. Thank you all for your efforts. I will keep them in my heart." After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Wait a minute." Yun Zhongge said loudly, "Maybe Yun Mou has a way."
Young Master Zheng said coldly, "Since you have a way, why not come up with it early and waste so much time for no reason. If Immortal Song Tree can open up the leaves of poetry for one more breath, that is also good..."
Qin Qingyang blocked Young Master Zheng with his hand, turned to Yun Zhongge and said, "Brother Yun really has a way."
Yun Zhongge said, "I don't dare to mention it, but I might give it a try. Time is urgent, so Yun Mou won't say more."
As soon as he finished speaking, a set of Four Treasures of the Study and a golden incense burner appeared in the air. Everything was held up by Yun Zhongge's spiritual thoughts. Even the wide and soft silver paper was spread flatly in the air, as smoothly as if it were spread on a bill.
"Please Fairy grind ink and burn incense on your behalf. Yun Mou must concentrate on concentrating his talents and cultivating inspiration."
Yun Zhongge As soon as Yun Zhongge said this, Young Master Zheng frowned and said, "I'll help you."
He especially looked down on Yun Zhongge's appearance. He only knew what Qin Qing was thinking, so he couldn't resist scolding Yun Zhongge.
"I'll do it."
Qin Qing As soon as he finished speaking, his spiritual thoughts swept towards everything.
The water vapor is automatically extracted from the air and flows into the blood-colored inkstone. The shiny black ink sticks against the inkstone and starts to grind.
There was no firelight, but faint smoke gradually emerged from the golden incense burner, creating a curl of incense.
Yun Zhongge sat cross-legged in the air, closing his eyes and meditating, as if he was really searching for poetry and inspiration.
Everyone stared at him, not knowing what to think.
When the thick ink melted in the inkstone, Yun Zhongge jumped up, grabbed the big pen with a wolf hair brush, dipped it in the thick ink, and began to walk like a dragon and snake on the soft silver paper.
But I saw he wrote, "Willow leaves sing cicadas on the green bank, Hehua The sunset is red."
As soon as these two sentences appeared on the paper, everyone couldn't help but shout, "Wonderful sentence!"
Qin Qing also had clear eyes and bright eyes, staring at Yun Zhongge, full of expectation.
Everyone is a discerning person, and as soon as these two sentences catch their eyes, they open up a world full of rich objects, rich colors, bright colors, and appropriate movement and stillness.
These two sentences alone have already become a famous article.
Yun Zhongge felt proud, and his writing was not slow at all. In a flash, the third sentence fell on the paper, which was exactly. "Thirty-Six Pi Chun Shui."
Everyone was waiting expectantly for the fourth sentence when they heard a voice, like the head of a hammer, coming suddenly. "I want to see Jiangnan."
As soon as the sound reached his ears, Yun Zhongge, who was writing the word "", shook his big hand, and the tip of the hair dipped in thick ink drew a long ink mark on the rice paper, and the entire calligraphy treasure was destroyed.
No one noticed the strangeness of Yun Zhongge, and they were all hit by the "I want to see Jiangnan" like flying in the strange wind.
They all gathered together secretly in their hearts, and felt that the end of this sentence was perfectly combined with the three sentences written by Yun Zhongge, and it was a natural fit.
County Princess Su was surprised and said, "There is such a strange thing in the world. Two people wrote a poem, and it is so perfect and seamless. It is really rare."
She has a straightforward personality but doesn't think deeply about it.
Young Master Zheng glanced at Yun Zhongge and said with a cold smile, "It is indeed a strange thing. They say that writing poems and lyrics should be about literary spirit and emotion. No matter how good the poet is, Ying He's leftovers can never be repaired to the point of being perfect."
"Now something strange has happened. Not only has the repair been perfect, but the sequel and the original work have actually thought of the same thing. I noticed that the first word of the unfinished fourth sentence of Zhongge seems to be white. Could it be that you also want to add a sentence in the fourth sentence of Zhongge: I want to see Jiangnan when I grow old?"
Young Master Zheng and Yun Zhongge have a general friendship. They just have similar identities and meet occasionally in social situations. In fact, they are just acquaintances. He has no good or bad feelings towards Yun Zhongge.
Originally, Yun Zhongge really composed a wonderful poem, so he wouldn't be jealous.
Just now, Yun Zhongge was so arrogant that he asked Fairy Qin to grind ink and burn incense for him. Such blasphemy against Fairy was like touching his scales.
Seeing that Yun Zhongge was embarrassed at this moment, there was no reason for him to let it go, so he responded with cynicism and sarcasm.
Qin Qing's face suddenly turned cold, he stared at Yun Zhongge and said, "Brother Yun, tell the truth, is this poem really original to Brother Yun?"
Even though Yun Zhongge was so resourceful and resourceful, yet such a huge embarrassment suddenly struck him. Under the turmoil of his mind, all the negative emotions rushed into his heart, and his handsome face was so red that it was about to burn.
Yue Ziling stared at Xu Yi, who was walking slowly, and said in surprise, "It's you, rat! How dare you come here!"
Just now Xu Yi was thousands of feet away, drinking lightly under a tree and admiring the moonlight as if there was no one else around.
With such a close distance, his existence cannot be hidden from Fairy Qin and others.
But on Moon Embracing Peak, there are dozens of people like Xu Yi sitting in silence, looking into the distance everywhere Ascending Heights.
The venue was closed just now, and only the other three peaks were closed. Because Moon Embracing Peak had few people, and Qin Qing and others were there, Yun Zhongge did not order the ban.
And these dozens of people were scattered everywhere without disturbing each other, so no one like Qin Qing paid any attention to them.
At that time, Yue Ziling was completely focused on how to show his face in front of Fairy Qin, and he couldn't care less about anything else.
It was not until this moment that Xu Yi revealed his true appearance that he recognized Xu Yi.
Xu Yi smiled slightly and said, "If I heard correctly just now, this should be one of Eight Great Immortal Sects's disciples Purple Extreme Pavilion, brother-in-law Yue Ziling, disrespectful."
Yue Ziling snorted coldly, "I think you have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard to dare to eavesdrop on our conversation. Rat, if it weren't for the inconvenience here, I would definitely make you look good."
Xu Yi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether I am good or not, but I know that before long, brother-in-law's face will be very ugly."
Yue Ziling Mei Feng suddenly became cold. "What on earth are you talking about?"
Xu Yi chanted. "The wind is blowing and the crows are not over, the rain is coming and the ants are still in full swing. It's really uneasy, Human world looks north to the city south. Good poetry is really good poetry. Third Young Master Yun Oh, Third Young Master Yun, it's a pity that your masterpiece before your death has been plagiarized like this."
As soon as he said these words, Yue Ziling felt like he was struck by lightning. How could the secret hidden in the darkest corner of his heart be exposed so easily?
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