Sword Master Ling Tian

"Xuanling, are you guilty of old problems again? If you want to award honors, just award honors, what poems are you writing!" Li Ke said without hesitation from the side.

"Hey, what do you know, painting can be eloquent, and words can be conspicuous. Without these two things, you can go to Zhongzhou to get mixed up? Those sect boys from Yangzhou and Qizhou shouldn't laugh at him? This is a good intention. , Do you understand?" Chen Xuanling said hey.

"Well, you do it, maybe these two boys are better than you." Li Ke shrugged.

"Come on, get ready for pen and ink!"

Chen Xuanling gave an order, Yunhou clapped his hands, and the waiter brought the case table and pen and ink.

The case is made of pure gold, and besides the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in full bloom, there are dense arrays under it.

With a wave of his hand, Yunhou set up a light curtain directly above the platform to magnify and display everything on the case table for everyone on the square to watch.

Obviously, Yunhou was extremely confident of Yunyang.

"Then... Yun Yang will show his ugliness."

After finishing the arrangement, Yun Yang picked up the battle armor and stood in front of the case, holding a pen and hanging his wrist, and began to think about it.

Chen Xuanling stood on one side with her hand holding her hand, the corner of her mouth raised slightly, waiting for Yunyang to write.

In the audience, all the warriors in the square were talking about it.

Fighting competition has not been seen less, now, these two top geniuses in Yunzhou that no one can match, are they going to have another literary fight?

"Heh, why does Chen Xuanling like this? Will Brother Ling Tian lose?"

Ye Baoer stunned Qin Shaoyang.

"Lost? How is it possible!" Qin Shaoyang curled his lips, "Have you forgotten that when Brother Tian first arrived in Yunzhou, he participated in that Yuxuanji's moon-appreciation party, and then he chanted at the moon and gave birth to a natural vision. How many streets have been thrown away! Than poetry, Brother Tian will also blow him up!"

Qin Shaoyang's voice fell, and everyone nodded, thoughtfully, and then invariably looked at Bian Yujing.

Because, at that time, Bian Yujing was the protagonist.

"I... of course Ling Tian will win. His talent will not disappoint everyone if he thinks about it. We... just wait and see."

Bian Yujing pursed his lips, showing a charming smile.

Her gaze immediately looked at the crowd. In the far distance, there was a disciple of Lingyin Pavilion standing, and among them, Yu Xuanji was in the line.

At this moment, Yu Xuanji seemed to feel Bian Yujing's gaze, and Yu Xuanji looked back.

Unlike Bian Yujing's self-confidence, she has a tight face.

It has been a few months since the old lady Jun Shouyan was crushed by Bian Yujing on that day. Yun Yang was suppressed by Ling Tian everywhere, which not only made her unable to lift her head above the rhythm, but also lost face in terms of men.

She couldn't accept it at all, she was close to Yun Yang, but she was even shorter than Bian Yujing.

Why her life is better than herself!

However, as soon as Yu Xuanji's gaze stared fiercely, she saw that Bian Yujing, who was smiling provocatively, took out a pair of burgundy sunglasses and put it on! on! Up!

Don't even give Yu Xuanji the chance to look at each other!

What's more, they are the sunglasses that have recently exploded in Yunzhou City!

These sunglasses have now convinced all the women in Yunzhou, and even for this thing, people go to Shenbing’s Mansion and major stores every day to find out if they are sold, but then I learned that this thing was made by Ling Tian, ​​and it’s all. There are no more than 20 pairs in Yunzhou now, and they are rare and terribly rare. There is not one in Yunhou Mansion!

Yu Xuanji was also overwhelmed by the unique beauty of the sunglasses after seeing the photo beads brought by others, but she knew that it was impossible to get sunglasses based on her relationship and status with Yun Yang.

But now, rival Bian Yujing is so naked and provocative wearing sunglasses.

It made her jealous to the extreme, and she was so angry that she exploded.

Under the sunglasses, Bian Yujing's small face was almost covered, making her slightly attractive red lips, even more charming and beautiful to the extreme.

Seeing this, Ye Baoer and the others all brightened their eyes and happily took out their sunglasses and put them on.

"Yes, yes, Yun Yang composes a poem, don't make it so hot to our eyes, hurry up and put on sunglasses! Make a pose!"

Qin Shaoyang was also playful, put on sunglasses, folded his arms around his chest, slightly raised his chin, and his mouth was curved, arrogant and unruly.

This is the correct way to wear sunglasses. Now everyone has learned it, all in this posture.

As a result, it almost caused riots.

Had it not been for the coercion of Yunhou and Chen Xuanling, Qin Shaoyang and others would have been crushed by the women of Yunzhou.

On the platform, facing Chen Xuanling, Yun Yang and Ling Tian's spirits were very concentrated.

Finally, after thinking about it for a while, Yun Yang raised his eyebrows, held the pen and dipped the ink, and walked between the dragons and snakes, one by one, flying characters appeared on the paper.

Chen Xuanling watched with interest, and then read aloud.

The mist is faint and flying,

The barbarians slaughtered.

Ascend the gold order,

Thousands of camps made a call.

The four-sentence five-character poem is very concise. In Yunyang's writing, it is done in one swipe without any muddle.

After Chen Xuanling finished reading, she couldn't help nodding her head again and again.

At this time, Yun Yang's pride also rose in his chest, put down his pen and raised his hand, looking at the audience and shouting, "Climb up and raise the gold order, the thousand camps shout!"

The voice was lucky, full of domineering.

The soldiers of the Yunwei Army also screamed, and in an instant, the fighting spirit condensed, and the celestial phenomenon rose.

One after another Zhu Yun spread across the square. Although it was very light and not as magnificent as on the battlefield, it was still eye-catching.

"Okay, good poem! Your kid is really good, the poem is decent, but the poem is extremely heroic. As a marching poem, it is already a masterpiece." Chen Xuanling said two good words.

In the audience, the expressions of Qin Shaoyang and others changed slightly.

In any case, Yun Yang's poems seem to be really the case.

However, Qin Mingyue and Bian Yujing shook their heads together.

This kind of poem was far worse than Ling Tian.

"Thank you Uncle Chen for the compliment, Yun Yang is just doing it casually." Yun Yang stepped aside.

"Don't be humble. You are also strong and powerful, like a sword like a sword. It's not bad. You led your troops to annihilate more than a million barbarians and dozens of barbarians, including three great barbarians. Such feats are enough to be strong. General Wu Da."

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Chen Xuanling put away the sign on the case, "When I return to Zhongzhou, I will ask your majesty for you. You kid, wait for the general's seal!"

"Then, thank you Uncle Chen!" Yun Yang's face was happy.

"Ok..."

Chen Xuanling looked at Ling Tian again, "It's up to you, just to be fair, you can come here too. I think Princess Taiping and the hidden prince are all fancy people, shouldn't it be better?"

"Haha, Xuan Ling, you don't know anything about Ling Tian's poems, but there are two occasions. Didn't his song go to Zhongzhou?" At this time, Li Ke smiled.

"Moon under the moon? Which moon under the moon?" Chen Xuanling's eyes turned and suddenly lit up, and she suddenly said, "Could it be that game? I hope people will live for a long time and we will be together for thousands of miles?"

"Huh?"

"Ling Tian...Oh, I remembered, so you really did it!?" Chen Xuanling patted her forehead, "You kid can, I don't know, this first moon chant, but it was popular in Zhongzhou for a while, and it was mesmerized. A lot of noble ladies! It’s just that they didn’t care who made this poem, so I just forgot..."

"It's just a small work, not enough..."

Ling Tian chuckled. He didn't expect Xia Yin to reach Zhongzhou this month, but at that time, he was a worthless junior, and of course no one would remember him.

"No, no, that's not a small work. If Yuexiayin is a small work, the entire Zhongzhou won't be a masterpiece. Come on, Ling Tian, ​​you are now composing another one, I watched..."

Chen Xuanling gave up her position to Ling Tian.

Unexpectedly, Ling Tian also thought about it, and did not move, but looked at his right arm, "Master Chen, I'm really sorry, the junior's right arm has not healed yet, so I can't write at all..."

"Uh, blame me, but didn't pay attention..." Chen Xuanling said.

‘Hmph, it’s just an excuse. Without the right hand, is there no left hand? No matter how bad, isn't there still a mouth? Why can't you write poems? I think it can't be done, right? That Yuexiayin was nothing but a poem. Who knows if it was made by someone else and was used by you! "

At this moment, Sect Master Yue Qiong suddenly sneered.

"Yueqiong, what do you mean by that? Ling Tian is obviously hurt, so what if he doesn't write poems?" Mo Xiaoqi said displeased.

"No, no, it's not that the younger generation can't do it."

Seeing that the two masters of Faxiang were about to pinch again, Ling Tian spoke quickly, and then looked at Chen Xuanling, "But, I might have to trouble Master Chen..."

"If you have anything, just say it, as long as you can compose poems." Chen Xuanling promised.

"Master Chen, please write down and transcribe, I will compose the poem, how about?"