Just after this mysterious symbol mark appeared in front of the three people, the entire scene on the first floor changed instantly.
Waves of blue light appeared on both the bookshelf and the desk. Ye Junze and the others noticed the movement and quickly looked back.
Suddenly, the papers rolled together on the desk were slowly spread out.
Not only that, even the ink ingot next to it started to move on its own, slowly grinding on the inkstone with clear water gushing out. After a while, the square inkstone was filled with black ink.
Not far away, Ye Junze and the others also smelled bursts of refreshing fragrance in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the brush originally placed on the pen holder began to move slowly under the influence of some mysterious force. I saw the brush floating slightly in the air and lightly touching the inkstone on which the ink had been ground.
Ye Junze and the others walked to the desk and looked at the strange things on the desk with curiosity.
At this time, the brush filled with full ink moved to the white paper spread out beside it. No one was holding the pen, but the brush spontaneously and slowly started writing on the white paper.
Ye Junze and the others were surprised when they saw this, their eyes full of surprise.
In the next moment, the eyes of the three people moved to the white paper, trying to see clearly what the brush was going to write.
Although no one is controlling it, the writing speed of this pen is not slow.
After a while, two lines of text written in one line were left on the originally smooth white paper. After writing these two lines of words, the brush fell back onto the pen holder again.
Ye Junze, Qi Guang, and Wang Dongdong quickly looked at the two lines of running script on the white paper.
I saw it read, "Please write a poem with the title 'Moon'. There is no restriction on the genre."
After Ye Junze saw this sentence clearly, his whole face was full of question marks, "???"
Wang Dongdong and Qi Guang on the side looked equally puzzled, as if they had never expected such a situation.
Wang Dongdong was a little confused and murmured doubtfully: "This?..."
Qi Guang also seemed confused about the situation. He shook his head and said, "It seems that the literal meaning is that we are asked to compose a poem?"
Wang Dongdong couldn't help but complain: "Good guy, why are you so artistic?"
Ye Junze also shook his head and said: "Although I don't know what the situation is, it seems that the meaning is that we are required to write a poem on the spot."
Wang Dongdong said: "The problem is that none of us have the skill of composing poetry..."
"Ahem." Qi Guang coughed lightly, looked at the two of them and said, "Just because we don't know how to do it, doesn't mean others don't know how to do it."
Hearing this, Ye Junze became interested instantly and asked aloud: "Oh? Do you have any idea?"
Qi Guang nodded, stretched out his finger, pointed lightly at his head, and responded: "At least we have received nine years of compulsory education."
When Ye Junze heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "You mean, use the poems written by everyone in the ancient poems in the book?"
Qi Guang nodded slightly, confirming Ye Junze's guess, "Yes, that's what I thought."
When Wang Dongdong on the side heard what the two said, his eyes lit up and he said, "This seems to be a good idea."
Ye Junze frowned slightly, his eyes showing contemplation, and said: "But I just don't know if this will be recognized. What if the poem we wrote is regarded as plagiarism?"
Hearing this, Qi Guang waved his hands and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. Even if we are asked to write poems on the spot now, can we write better than these sages of the past dynasties? We might as well give it a bold try."
"Besides, the person who left this attic may not be a Chinese born and raised like us. It's not certain whether that person knows so many of our excellent poems."
Wang Dongdong nodded vigorously and said softly: "I think so too!"
Both Ye Junze and Qi Guang ignored his afterthought. Qi Guang continued: "According to my guess, this should be the test for us on this floor. Maybe only if our poems are recognized can we continue to go." The other two floors. Otherwise, it is possible to kick us out directly."
Ye Junze nodded slightly when he heard this. Qi Guang's guess was similar to what he had guessed.
"Okay, let's give it a try." Ye Junze raised his head, looked at the two of them and said, "Then let's discuss which poem should be used to give us a greater chance of passing the test. .”
After hearing this, the two of them nodded in response: "Okay!"
After that, the three of them began to discuss seriously.
After a period of discussion, the three of them finally decided on which poem to use.
Because when the moon was mentioned, the three people's minds all thought of Su Shi's famous "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".
After all, they have memorized this poem since childhood, and the rhyme and artistic conception of the water tune song are indeed quite beautiful and quite catchy.
Qi Guang nodded slightly and said, "Okay, now that we have thought about it, who will write it?"
Hearing this, Ye Junze waved his hand and said, "Let me do it. I took calligraphy classes when I was in school. I hope I'm not unfamiliar with it yet."
When Wang Dongdong and Qi Guang heard what he said, they didn't have any objections. They nodded slightly and responded in unison: "Okay."
Wang Dongdong even said: "Brother Ye, come on!"
Ye Junze waved his hand with a smile and said: "I have all the poems. I am just doing a 'paper copying' once. It's not difficult. I just hope that the words I write are not so ugly."
Qi Guang and Wang Dongdong smiled and shook their heads and said, "No."
Ye Junze smiled and nodded, and then didn't say anything else. He stood up and walked forward, picked up the brush on the pen holder, and started writing slowly on the white paper.
water melody singer
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
Nung, moon and new moon.
Ye Junze used the cursive writing he had learned in calligraphy class to write the entire poem. Although it is not as good as other works by other people, it still has some meaning.
Wang Dongdong saw Ye Junze's eloquent handwriting on the white paper and couldn't help but praise: "You can write well, Brother Ye."
Qi Guang also nodded and agreed: "Indeed, it has some flavor."
When Ye Junze heard what the two said, he smiled and shook his head, then put the brush back on the pen holder.
The moment Ye Junze put the brush back into the pen holder, the unknown being who set the test seemed to have determined that they had finished the poem. A burst of blue light suddenly appeared on the white paper, slowly illuminating each word on the paper. Swimming is like testing the poem written by Ye Junze.
In just an instant, the blue light on the entire white paper became more intense.
Immediately afterwards, the brush on the pen holder started to move spontaneously again. The brush slowly moved to the white paper and he quickly wrote on the blank space.
Ye Junze and the others, who had been staring closely at the movements on the white paper, soon saw four words that looked like a comment, "Exquisite masterpiece."
After the brush finished writing these four words, a burst of blue light that was so intense that it was dazzling once again erupted on the entire white paper. No, it can even be said that the entire first floor is bursting with light.
And this dazzling light also forced Ye Junze and the others to half-squint their eyes.
Seeing a completely different phenomenon suddenly occur on the first floor, Wang Dongdong couldn't help but said with some panic: "What is going on? We won't cause any trouble again, right?"
"It doesn't look like it. Aren't the reviews above all written as excellent works? It means we must have passed the test." Qi Guang shook his head and said.
Ye Junze thought: "Maybe there are other situations that we don't know about. Be patient and don't act rashly. If anything goes wrong, we will evacuate immediately."
Qi Guang and Wang Dongdong nodded slightly and responded in a low voice: "Okay."
After all, compared to secrets and adventures, their lives are obviously more important.
After ten breaths, all the blue light in the field also dissipated. Immediately afterwards, there was a flash of white light.
Ye Junze and the others opened their eyes and soon saw the white light rushing towards them.
The next moment, this white light crashed straight into Ye Junze's arms, and the white light on it gradually dissipated under the close gaze of the three people.
At this time, Ye Junze and the others finally saw clearly what this thing was. What was lying in Ye Junze's arms was a pure white brush, but it didn't look like an ordinary brush.
Because the barrel of this writing brush is made of jade, and there are two small characters engraved on the top, "White Jade", which looks like the name of this writing brush.
As for the vellus hair on the tip of the pen, I don’t know what kind of material it is. It is pure white and very soft, like snow-white silk.
Wang Dongdong couldn't help but muttered: "How could it be a writing brush? So what is the situation now?"
Qi Guang looked at Ye Junze and said, "Can you let me take a look?"
Ye Junze smiled, casually handed the brush in his arms to Qi Guang, and said, "Of course, what's the point?"
Qi Guang took the brush, looked at it carefully, and then handed it back to Ye Junze, with a thoughtful light in his eyes.
Seeing Qi Guang's appearance, Ye Junze couldn't help but ask: "How is it? Did you find anything?"
Qi Guang nodded slightly and responded: "This is a magic weapon. You only need to use spiritual power to control it."
Hearing this, Ye Junze subconsciously instilled spiritual power into the brush in his hand. The next moment, the brush in Ye Junze's hand started to move spontaneously, writing ink-colored words one after another, like dragons and phoenixes dancing. Every word contains strong fluctuations.
Seeing this, Ye Junze gently waved the brush in his hand, and then the ink words followed the tip of the pen and returned to the brush.
Ye Junze's eyes lit up and he praised, "It's a bit interesting."
Qi Guang nodded slightly and said, "Yeah, but I think it's not just that simple. You probably need to explore it yourself."
Ye Junze nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.
While the two were talking, Wang Dongdong suddenly exclaimed: "Hey, look over there!"
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