Immediately afterwards, Yun Zhongge sent a spiritual message to Yue Ziling again: "Brother Ziling, there is no need to be depressed. You already have a very good impression in Fairy Qin's heart based on this excellent work. It is already worth it, isn't it?" ?"
Yue Ziling couldn't hear the song in the cloud. This was to remind him not to blame him because Shicai's poems failed to open the poetry leaves of the fairy song tree, and not to fulfill the previous promise.
He secretly laughed at Yun Zhongge's little weapon, and said in his heart: "Brother Yun, don't worry, what Yue said has not been unfulfilled."
Although it failed to open the Poetry Leaf, there is a saying that Yun Zhongge said well, at least Fairy Qin has 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, Zheng Shizi and others comforted Qin Qing.
Qin Qingdao: "The fairy song tree can no longer show its leaves of poetry, it seems that it is God's will, thank you for your efforts, I will keep it in my heart." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." Yun Zhongge said loudly, "Perhaps Yun has a way."
Zheng Shizi said coldly: "Since you have a solution, why don't you come up with it early, wasting a lot of time for no reason, and it would be good if the poetry leaves of the fairy song tree can be opened for a little longer..."
Qin Qing raised his hand to stop Zheng Shizi, turned to Yun Zhongge and said, "Brother Yun really has a way."
Yun Zhongge said: "I don't dare to mention it, but I can give it a try. Time is urgent, so Yun will not say much."
As soon as the words fell, a set of the Four Treasures of the Study and a golden incense burner appeared in the air. Everything was supported by the song in the cloud with divine thoughts. Even the large and soft silver paper was spread flat in the air, as stable as a bed. General terms.
"Please ask the fairy to study ink and burn incense on your behalf. Yun must condense his talents and cultivate inspiration."
As soon as Yun Zhongge said this, Zheng Shizi frowned and said, "Let me help you."
He couldn't look down on Yun Zhongge's appearance, but he knew what Qin Qing was thinking, so he couldn't resist reprimanding Yun Zhongge.
"Let me do it."
As soon as Qin Qing finished speaking, his spiritual thoughts swept towards everything.
The water vapor was automatically drawn out from the air and flowed into the blood-colored inkstone, where the shiny black ink sticks were rubbed against the inkstone.
There was no fire shining, and a faint smoke gradually emerged from the golden incense burner, curling up with incense.
Yun Zhongge sat cross-legged in the air, closed his eyes and meditated, as if he was really searching for poetic talent and inspiration.
Everyone stared at him, not knowing what to think.
When the thick ink in the inkstone was melted, Yun Zhongge jumped up, grabbed the large brush of Langhao, dipped it in the thick ink, and walked on the soft silver paper like a dragon and snake.
But I saw him write: "The willow leaves are singing and the green bank is green, and the lotus is red in the setting sun."
As soon as these two sentences appeared on the paper, everyone couldn't help shouting, "Wonderful sentence!"
Qin Qing also had bright eyes, staring at Yun Zhongge closely, full of anticipation.
Everyone is a person who knows the goods. As soon as these two sentences catch the eye, they open up a world, rich in images, thick and colorful, bright in color, and appropriate in movement and stillness.
Just these two sentences are already famous.
Complacent in Yun Zhongge's heart, he did not hesitate to write, and the third sentence also fell on the paper in an instant, which was exactly: "Thirty-six Pi Chunshui."
Everyone was waiting for the fourth sentence with great anticipation, but they heard a voice, like a hammer, suddenly hit: "The white head wants to see Jiangnan."
The sound was heard, and Yun Zhongge, who was writing the word "white", shook his hand, and the tip of the pen dipped in thick ink drew a long ink mark on the rice paper, and the entire calligraphy was destroyed.
No one paid attention to Yun Zhongge's strangeness, and they were all hit by the "white head wanting to see Jiangnan" as if flying in a strange wind.
All of them came together secretly in my heart, I just felt that the ending of this sentence was a perfect combination with the three sentences written by Yun Zhongge, and it was completely natural.
Su Junzhu said in surprise: "There are such strange things in the world. It is really rare that two people can write a poem so perfectly and seamlessly."
She has a straightforward personality, but she doesn't think deeply.
Zheng Shizi glanced at Yun Zhongge, and said with a cold smile: "It is indeed a strange thing. It is said that writing poems and lyrics pays attention to the unity of the heart and the heart, and the emotion comes from the heart. It definitely cannot be repaired to the point of seamlessness."
"Now a strange thing has happened. Not only has it been repaired seamlessly, the sequel and the original work have come together. I like the unfinished fourth sentence of the song. The opening word seems to be white. Is it possible that you are the first song in the song? I also want to add one more sentence to the four sentences: Whiteheads want to see Jiangnan?"
Zheng Shizi and Yun Zhongge's friendship is general, but their identities are similar to each other, and they meet in occasional social occasions. In fact, they are just acquaintances who nod. He has neither good nor bad feelings for Yun Zhongge.
It turned out that Yun Zhongge really wrote a wonderful poem, and he would not feel jealous.
Because of his talents, Yun Zhongge was so rampant that he asked Fairy Qin to grind ink and burn incense for him. Such blasphemy against the fairy was like touching his scales.
Seeing Yun Zhongge's embarrassment at this moment, there is no reason for him to let it go, and he offered it together with cynicism.
Qin Qing's expression turned cold, he stared at Yun Zhongge and said, "Brother Yun, to be honest, is this poem really original by Brother Yun?"
Rao is Yun Zhongge who is very resourceful, and the city is extremely deep, but such a huge embarrassment suddenly struck, under the turmoil of the mind, all the negative emotions surged into his heart, and his handsome face was about to burn.
Yue Ziling stared at Xu Yi, who was walking slowly, and said agh, "It's you, you bastard! How dare you come here!"
Just now Xu Yiyao was thousands of feet away, drinking lightly under a tree, admiring the moonlight as if there was no one else around.
With such a short distance, his existence cannot be concealed from Fairy Qin and the others.
But on Lanyue Peak, there are dozens of people who sit peacefully like Xu Yi and look into the distance.
Just now the venue was sealed, only the other three peaks were sealed, because there were few people in Lanyue Peak, and Qin Qing and others were there, Yun Zhongge did not order to seal it.
And these dozens of people were scattered everywhere without disturbing each other, so Qin Qing and others never cared.
At that time, Yue Ziling was completely focused on how to show his face in front of Fairy Qin, so he couldn't care less about others.
He didn't recognize Xu Yilai until now when Xu Yi showed his true face.
Xu Yi smiled slightly and said, "If I heard correctly just now, this person should be a disciple of Ziji Pavilion, one of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, brother Yue Ziling, sorry for your disrespect."
Yue Ziling snorted coldly: "I think you have the guts to eavesdrop on us. If it wasn't for the inconvenience of this place, I will make you look good."
Xu Yi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if I look good or not, but I know that Brother Yue's face will be very ugly in a short time."
Yue Ziling's eyebrows turned cold: "What are you talking about?"
Xu Yiyin said: "The wind is blowing and the crows have not stopped, and the rain is coming to fight the ants. It is really not at ease. The north of the world looks at the south of the city. Good poems are really good poems. Third Master Yun, Third Master Yun, I have pity on your deathbed A masterpiece, yet it was plagiarized like this.”
As soon as he said this, Yue Ziling was struck by lightning. How could this secret hidden in the darkest corner of his heart be exposed so easily.