Chapter 383

"Elder, have you calculated this question?" Yan Liqiang asked with a smile.

"Yes, of course!" The old man laughed happily, stroked his long beard, looked at Yan Liqiang's lower couplet, nodded constantly, and became more and more satisfied. "I have seen countless disciples of jianshenzong for so many years in jianshenzong. Most of those disciples of jianshenzong attach importance to martial arts and despise literature. They think that poetry and articles are useless things and a side path, but they don't know the so-called poetry and articles, It's just its shape. Its bone and spirit are still in the heart. It's like there's essence and spirit in the moves, and there's also essence and spirit in the words and poetry books. It's like a peerless expert practicing the supreme secret method. Just watching it nearby is enough to cleanse your mind, broaden your horizons and contain the mighty spirit. I think Xiaoyou's words are not ordinary, not a person who reads poetry books, It's hard to have such a pen and ink. The patriarch really accepted a good disciple today! "

"I'm flattered, master. The so-called poor culture and rich martial arts. When I was a child, my family was not rich. I didn't have the opportunity to practice martial arts, so I often borrowed books from bookstores and large families in the town and got lucky to recognize a few words!" Yan Liqiang's humble nonsense.

When it comes to poetry, books and articles, look at the world. Yan Liqiang's 5000 years of cultural accumulation in China in his last life is too much and too much to compare. It can be said that the martial arts of the world can surpass that world, and the poetry and prose of that world can surpass that of the world. Yan Liqiang was not an awesome person in poetry, books and articles before, But in terms of the poems, books and articles he saw in his last life, it is enough to deter anyone in this era.

And the most wonderful thing is that after Yi Jin washed the marrow Sutra, Yan Liqiang found that he had read articles and materials in his previous life. Even if he had read them in his previous life, he would forget them. Now, as long as he thinks about them, they will continue to appear in his mind and can't forget them, What is the antithetical couplet of the yuan song, the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, the antiqual, the ancient Chinese and so on, and Yan Li Qiang has seen some of his life. He used to remember only a few classics, and the "master's list" and "Lotus" were not necessarily memorable after work. Now, he can remember all the things, even if he only occasionally turns over the books, he is visible before the eyes, so that he will deal with the four floor. For Yan Liqiang, it's simple.

"Originally, according to the rules, we had to study Xiaoyou's two couplets, but I think Xiaoyou's talent and agility, but we don't have to take the couplet anymore. Now there's only the last question. If Xiaoyou can pass, you can go upstairs!"

"Please give me a question!"

The old man took the pen, just pondered for a moment, took out another piece of paper, put it on the table, dipped the pen in ink, and then began to splash ink on the paper.

At first, Yan Liqiang thought the old man was going to write something. Later, he found that the old man was not writing, but painting. In the old man's pen, it was only a short time. Yan Liqiang saw that the old man's painting was the scenery on Tiankui peak, and it was the snow he could see these days. Finally, the old man wrote that there was ice and snow on Tiankui peak, Several cold plum blossoms are very prominent and have the effect of finishing the point at once.

The old man collected his pen, stood still, looked at his painting with satisfaction, smiled, and then said to Yan Liqiang, "what do you think of this painting?"

"Yes, the master's way of painting is perfect, which is admirable, and this painting has a different artistic conception!"

"But there is still a lack of words on the painting. The last question is that Xiaoyou can write words on the painting, poetry and articles. As long as the words on Xiaoyou's question can match the artistic conception of the painting and complement the calligraphy and painting, even if you pass the last level, if Xiaoyou's words don't match the painting and spoil the painting, Xiaoyou on the fourth floor can't pass!"

Compared with the previous couplets, the difficulty of the last question raised to a new level, and the most difficult thing is to play Yan Liqiang on the spot.

When the old man finished, he put the pen on the penholder to give Yan Liqiang time to think.

Looking at the picture drawn by the old man, Yan Liqiang felt it. In his mind, a word gushed out in an instant.

Just a little brewing in his head for a moment, Yan Liqiang picked up his pen and dipped it in ink.

"Xiaoyou, be careful. This last question, Xiaoyou can think slowly and write it when you are fully sure, so as not to be beautiful and leave yourself regret. It is common for ordinary people to write inscriptions on paintings. Sometimes they think about ten days and a half months!" The old man next to Yan Liqiang saw that Yan Liqiang was about to write so soon, and kindly reminded him.

"Thank you for reminding me. I'm measured!" Yan Li forced a smile. The pen in his hand moved, and two words fell on the painting - Yongmei.

The old man stared at the pen under Yan Li's strong hand.

Yan Liqiang took a deep breath and began to write quickly. A series of words began to fly out of his pen——

Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow greet spring.

It is already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and it is still beautiful.

Qiao does not fight for spring, but only reports spring.

When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled in the bushes.

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