Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
Liu Wuxie's poems have spread throughout Dongyue Lake, and countless men and women are silent in the words: "Don't worry, you have no friends in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you."
If a thousand people say it, there will be a thousand artistic conceptions.
"Brother Liu is really amazing. He can refine an elf in such a short period of time!"
Many disciples from Tianluo Valley came forward to congratulate him, but they were not angry because Liu Wuxie stole Hua Chenye's limelight.
Since it is a poetry, song and poetry conference, there are naturally strong and weak ones.
Liu Wuxie smiled back but did not explain.
The poem is over, it depends on Murong Yi's decision whether to paint, play music, or play chess next.
"Miss Murong, what's the next word!"
Everyone was getting impatient with waiting and urged.
Murong Yi stood up and swept her beautiful eyes over everyone, still lingering on Liu Wuxie's face for a while longer.
"The following are paintings and calligraphy, with scenery as the theme!"
'Scenery' has too many meanings. Whether it is people, objects, or nature, they all have their own scenery.
Every painting is a scene.
Even a piece of grass or a stone is a kind of scenery.
Whose scenery is more vivid and touching, it means the painting is of higher quality.
There are many people participating in poetry, but when it comes to calligraphy and painting, most people choose to give up. Their painting skills are too low, and it is embarrassing to go up.
In the first level, Liu Wuxie produced such quatrains, which made many people feel ashamed. Compared with Liu Wuxie's, their poems were completely rubbish.
Some people are starting to gear up. Their poetry is mediocre, but when it comes to painting, their talent is absolutely powerful.
Qiu Baihao is this kind of person.
One of the Four Great Talents, famous for his calligraphy and painting.
A stack of good rice paper is placed on each table. This is not ordinary paper, specially prepared for painting.
Liu Wuxie glanced at the rice paper, but didn't make any move. The main purpose of writing the poem just now was to win Yin Jingwu's Yu Ruyi.
He didn't dare to be interested in such romantic matters.
Although Murong Yi is beautiful, she is just beautiful. He already has Ling Xue.
Chen Ruoyan and Jian Xing'er's appearance is also top-notch, especially Chen Ruoyan, who is not inferior to Xu Lingxue.
One person started grinding and preparing to paint.
Most people close their eyes and before painting, they have to copy it and construct a picture in their mind before they can describe it on paper.
"Master Liu, you don't want to paint?"
In addition to Liu Wuxie, there were hundreds of people gathering together to drink. They were all rough guys and had no interest in reciting poems or painting.
A Ninghai City prince came over, holding a wine bottle in his hand and looking at Liu Wuxie with a smile.
"Is something wrong?"
Liu Wuxie frowned slightly. This person must be up to no good if he came to find him.
"It's nothing, just curious."
The man sat across from Liu Wuxie with a carefree attitude, picked up the wine bottle, and poured a few gulps into his mouth.
"It's not good to be too curious."
Liu Wuxie replied coldly, he just saw this man sitting with Qiu Yuan, he was probably the same guy.
The man was not angry after being exposed by Liu Wuxie.
"Brother Liu is so funny!"
The man was so thick-skinned that he even gave Liu Wuxie a haha, taking Liu Wuxie's refusal to be a thousand miles away as humor.
"Tell me what you want from me!"
Liu Wuxie didn't want to talk to him, he just wanted to wait quietly for a while.
"It's like this. I admire Brother Liu's literary talent very much. Can you write the poem just now again? I will take it back and frame it, and I will watch it day and night."
The man suddenly made this request and asked Liu Wuxie to write it again.
First he flattered Liu Wuxie, and then asked for the poem just now.
The poem just now contains the spirit of Confucianism.
Confucianism and Taoism have long been extinct, and there is not a single great Confucian in the entire Zhenwu Continent. Although Liu Wuxie is not a great Confucian, his poems contain the style of Confucianism and Taoism.
that's enough.
Although Confucianism and Taoism are in decline, it does not mean that it has completely disappeared. There are still many people studying Confucianism and Taoism culture.
If this poem by Liu Wuxie is obtained by monks who practice Confucianism and Taoism, it will be of great help to their cultivation.
"Why should I write!"
Liu Wuxie looked at the man with a smile.
If you ask me to write, I will write obediently. What do you think I am?
"Brother Liu, please make a price. As long as it's within my tolerance, I will agree to it."
The man didn't give up and asked Liu Wuxie to set a price, and he would pay for it, so that neither of them would suffer.
"Do not write!"
Liu Wuxie waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.
This answer made the man stunned for a while. He didn't expect Liu Wuxie to be so ignorant of praise.
"Liu Wuxie, do you really want to reject me?"
After being rejected by Liu Wuxie, the man's expression suddenly changed, and a terrifying murderous intention shrouded Liu Wuxie.
"Are you planning to take action here?"
Liu Wuxie's eyes turned cold, and an even more terrifying murderous intent came back. The man took several steps back, knocking over the table behind him.
This move alarmed many people, and they still didn't know what happened.
"Liu Wuxie, don't be shameless. I bought your poems to give you face. How amazing do you think you are? There is nothing in the world that I, Master Ling, cannot buy."
The man was so angry that he was knocked back by Liu Wuxie and almost sat down on the ground.
"It's the eldest son of the Ling family in Ninghai City. Why did he have a conflict with Liu Wuxie?"
Many people looked surprised. There were two big families in Ninghai City, namely the Qiu family and the Ling family.
The status of the Ling family is still higher than that of the Qiu family, mainly because the Ling family is extremely rich. I heard that they have mastered a method that can quickly identify wild stones. They have earned a huge amount of wealth by relying on this method over the years.
"It seems that Young Master Ling wanted to pay for Liu Wuxie's poems, but Liu Wuxie refused on the spot."
Those standing close heard clearly and explained.
"This Liu Wuxie is really unreasonable. It's just a poem. Even if it's given to Young Master Ling, he won't suffer any loss. By currying favor with the Ling family, his safety in Ninghai City can at least be guaranteed in the future."
Many people wondered why Liu Wuxie didn't agree directly.
"You think that poems containing the spirit of a great Confucian are so easy to write. You may have been lucky just now. You wrote one, but you may not write it again, because the poems have been recorded by the heavens."
There are still many understanding people on the field.
The first time Liu Wuxie wrote it, it caused strange phenomena from heaven and earth.
The second time you write it, the effect will be greatly reduced.
Otherwise, a large number of people would have come forward to ask for this poem.
Without the spirit of a great Confucian, what's the use of taking it back? They can just write a piece of it themselves. Anyway, they have memorized all Liu Wuxie's poems.
"It's not your turn to save my face. I don't want to see you again, so get out!"
Liu Wuxie had no interest in arguing with him. She had to earn her face by herself, not give it to others.
"Okay, very good, just wait for me!"
Young Master Ling pointed at Liu Wuxie fiercely, left the place angrily, and returned to the table. Qiu Yuan quickly stepped forward to comfort him.
Just a small episode, it will end soon.
Ten minutes passed, and someone had already begun to write and prepare to paint.
"Liu Wuxie, do you dare to have a bet with Senior Brother Qiu?"
Yin Jingwu jumped out again and wanted to have a bet with Liu Wuxie, this time fighting.
Liu Wuxie looked disgusted, Dou Shi, if you lose to me, do you think you can make a comeback?
"Senior Brother Yin, what are you doing? When did Senior Brother Qiu agree to fight with Liu Wuxie?"
Many senior brothers quickly stopped Yin Jingwu. From the beginning to the end, senior brother Qiu Baihao remained silent.
"Senior Brother Qiu, don't worry. With your painting skills, you will definitely crush Liu Wuxie. For the sake of the Qinghong Sect's face, please ask Senior Brother Qiu to declare a challenge and save our dignity for us."
Yin Jingwu's tone was almost pleading.
He lost a jade Ruyi, which contained a spirit spirit. Whenever he thought of Liu Wuxie refining it, his heart bleeds.
"Senior Brother Yin is right. This kid has repeatedly opposed our Qinghong Sect. If we can't humiliate him today, how will our Qinghong Sect gain a foothold in the future?"
Yin Jingwu's words were agreed by many Qinghong Sect disciples.
Although he was suspected of violating the rules, he took the initiative to start a fight for Qiu Baihao.
From the perspective of the Qinghong Sect disciples, if Liu Wuxie is allowed to continue to be so arrogant, they will feel that they will lose face.
More and more disciples came forward to support Yin Jingwu.
Qiu Baihao glanced at Yin Jingwu, with a hint of coldness flashing deep in his eyes.
No matter what, Yin Jingwu took advantage of him, this is a fact.
"Senior Brother Qiu, I'm sorry. I had no choice but to take revenge for us because we are all disciples of the Qinghong Sect."
Yin Jingwu felt cold and quickly apologized to Qiu Baihao.
Qiu Baihao is also in the advanced Galaxy realm, and his status is many times higher than that of Yin Jingwu, because he has already touched the threshold of the Transformation Infant Realm with one foot.
"Senior Brother Qiu, don't blame Senior Brother Yin. He only said this out of necessity."
Jia Fengmao also stood up and spoke for Yin Jingwu.
If Qiu Baihao didn't agree at this time, those fellow apprentices must have thought that he was afraid. Yin Jingwu used this trick of borrowing a knife to kill people, and he used it so vividly!
Qiu Baihaoming knew that Yin Jingwu had taken advantage of him, but he had no excuse to refute, so he was very angry.
More than a hundred Qinghong Sect disciples all stood on Yin Jingwu's side.
As long as there are a few people who don't understand Yin Jingwu's approach, their ideas will soon be drowned out by everyone.
"Liu Wuxie, do you dare to fight with our senior brother Qiu? If not, hand over the ancient spirit bamboo shoots."
Seeing that his plan was successful, Yin Jingwu looked at Liu Wuxie with murderous intent.
"You are the most shameless person I have ever seen. You don't dare to gamble, and you even take advantage of your fellow disciples. I look down on you."
Liu Wuxie sneered.
Many people around him laughed together. What Yin Jingwu did was indeed a bit despicable.
"Liu Wuxie, I think my painting skills are not as good as those of Senior Brother Qiu. What's the problem with letting him compete with you? Or you just don't dare to gamble at all."
Yin Jingwu didn't feel embarrassed at all. As long as he could humiliate Liu Wuxie, he was willing to kneel down and beg Qiu Baihao.
"It's okay to bet. I don't know what resources you are willing to use to bet this time."
If another spirit comes, the seeds of the spirit of heaven and earth in his body will sprout.
A steady stream of spiritual energy was delivered to him every day to help him transform his body.
"Brother Liu, no!"
Shui Huan quickly stood up and stopped Liu Wuxie, hoping that he would be cautious.
Liu Wuxie didn't know Qiu Baihao's painting skills. He was a disciple of Tianluo Valley and often dealt with Qinghong Sect disciples, so he knew Qiu Baihao's painting skills very well.
It is said that he has already reached the pinnacle of success.
The painting realm is divided into four grades: capable grade, wonderful grade, divine grade, and exquisite grade.
Qiu Baihao's painting skills have reached a level of excellence, and every painting is superb.
