Chapter 1309 Combating Piracy (Congratulations to Fengnuan City Alliance)

Immediately, Yun Zhongge sent a message to Yue Ziling again: "Brother Ziling, there is no need to be depressed. You have already made an excellent impression in Fairy Qin's heart based on this masterpiece alone. For this reason alone, it is already worth it, isn't it? ?"

Yue Ziling couldn't hear Yunzhongge, which was a reminder to him not to get angry with him and not fulfill his previous promise just because his poems failed to open the poetry leaves of the Immortal Song Tree.

He secretly laughed at Yun Zhongge's little device, and said in his heart: "Brother Yun, don't worry, there is nothing Yue said that he has not fulfilled."

Although he failed to open the leaves of poetry, 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: "Thank you very much, Brother Ziling."

While the two were communicating with each other, Prince Zheng and others comforted Qin Qing.

Qin Qing said: "The Immortal Song Tree can no longer spread its poetic leaves. 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 has a way."

Prince Zheng said coldly: "Since you have a way, why not take it out early and waste so much time for no reason. If the poetry leaves of the Immortal Song Tree can open up for one more breath, that is also good..."

Qin Qingyang stopped Prince Zheng with his hand, turned to Yun Zhongge and said, "Brother Yun really has a way."

Yun Zhongge said: "I dare not mention it, but I might give it a try. Time is urgent, so Yun will not say much."

As soon as he finished speaking, a set of the four treasures of the study room 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 the ground. Generally speaking.

"Please ask the fairy to grind the ink and burn the incense for me. Yun must concentrate on his talents and cultivate his inspiration."

As soon as Yun Zhongge said this, Prince Zheng frowned and said, "It's better that I help you."

He particularly looked down on Yun Zhongge's appearance, but he knew what Qin Qing was thinking, so he couldn't resist scolding Yun Zhongge.

"Let me do it."

As soon as Qin Qing finished speaking, his mind swept towards everything.

The water vapor was automatically extracted from the air and flowed into the blood-colored inkstone. The shiny black ink was rubbed against the inkstone.

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 in the inkstone melted, Yun Zhongge jumped up, grabbed the large brush with wolf hair, dipped it full of thick ink, and started to walk like a dragon and snake on the soft silver paper.

But I saw that he wrote: "The willow leaves are singing on the green bank, and the lotus flowers are red at sunset."

As soon as these two sentences appeared on the paper, everyone couldn't help but shout, "Wonderful sentence!"

Qin Qing also stared at Yun Zhongge with clear eyes, full of expectation.

Everyone is a discerning person, and as soon as these two sentences catch their eyes, they open up a world 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 he was not slow at all in writing. In a flash, the third sentence fell on the paper, which was exactly: "Thirty-six Pi spring water."

Everyone was waiting expectantly for the fourth sentence when they heard a voice, like the head of a hammer, suddenly hit: "I want to see Jiangnan."

As soon as the sound reached his ears, Yun Zhongge, who was writing the word "白", 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 was destroyed.

No one noticed the strangeness of Yun Zhongge, and they were all struck by the "I want to see Jiangnan" like a strange wind coming.

They all gathered together secretly in their hearts, and felt that the ending of this sentence was perfectly combined with the three sentences written by Yun Zhongge, and it was a natural fit.

Princess Su was surprised and said: "There is such a strange thing in the world. It is rare for two people to write a poem so perfectly and seamlessly."

She has a straightforward personality, but she doesn't think deeply about it.

Zheng Shizi glanced at Yun Zhongge and said with a cold smile: "It is indeed a strange thing. They say that writing poetry and lyrics pays attention to the literary spirit, and feelings come from the heart. Even the most brilliant poets can't write Ying He's remaining works. It cannot be repaired to perfection."

"Now something strange has happened. Not only has the repair been perfect, but the sequel and the original work have 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 Zhongge, your second I also want to add one sentence to the four sentences: Do you want to see Jiangnan?"

Zheng Shizi and Yun Zhongge had a casual friendship. They just had similar identities and met each other occasionally in social situations. In fact, they were just acquaintances. He had no good or bad impression of Yun Zhongge.

It turned out that Yun Zhongge had really composed some wonderful poems and lyrics, so he wouldn't have felt jealous.

Just now, Yun Zhongge was so arrogant that he asked Fairy Qin to grind ink and burn incense for him. Such blasphemy against the fairy was like touching his scales.

Seeing that Yun Zhongge was embarrassed now, he had no reason to let it go, so he responded with sarcasm and sarcasm.

Qin Qing's face suddenly turned cold as he stared at Yun Zhongge and said, "Brother Yun, tell the truth, is this poem really original by Brother Yun?"

Even though Yun Zhongge was very wise and resourceful, yet such a huge embarrassment suddenly struck him. Under the turmoil of his mind, all the negative emotions surged 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 exclaimed 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, admiring the moonlight as if no one else was around.

With such a close distance, his existence cannot be hidden from Qin Xianzi and others.

But on Lanyue Peak, there were dozens of people like Xu Yi sitting in peace and quiet everywhere, climbing high and looking far into the distance.

When the site was sealed just now, only the other three peaks were sealed. Since there were few people at Lan Yue Peak and Qin Qing and others were present, Yun Zhongge did not order the sealing.

These dozens of people were scattered everywhere and did not disturb each other. Therefore, Qin Qing and others did not care.

At that time, Yue Ziling was completely focused on how to show his face in front of Fairy Qin, and he couldn't care about anything else.

It was not until this moment that Xu Yi revealed his true face that he recognized Xu Yi.

Xu Yi smiled slightly and said: "If I heard correctly just now, this should be a disciple of Ziji Pavilion, one of the eight great immortal sects, brother Yue Ziling, disrespectful."

Yue Ziling snorted coldly: "I think you have taken the courage of a bear and dared 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's eyebrows suddenly turned cold: "What on earth are you talking about?"

Xu Yi chanted: "The wind is blowing and the crows are not done yet, the rain is coming and the ants are still in full swing. It is really not peaceful here. The world looks north to the south. Good poetry is really good poetry. Third Young Master Yun, Third Young Master Yun, I have pity on you before your death." A masterpiece, but it was 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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