"Earth level cultural treasure!"
As soon as the Qinglang Brush, Qinglang Inkstone and Qinglang Ink appeared, Prince Teng couldn't help but exclaimed.
Earth-level cultural treasures are extremely rare.
Not even one could be found in his palace. It was an earth-level cultural treasure, and it was too rare.
Very little of heaven and earth arises by itself.
If we were to start from the demon clan, we would need at least a third-grade demon at the level of the heavenly demon.
Any piece of earth-level cultural treasure can be traced back to its origin.
Zhu Zhiyun was also dumbfounded.
The envious eyes are almost bleeding. This is an earth-level cultural treasure, so it must have great origins.
Prince Teng calmed down the shock in his heart and said: "Emperor's nephew, the emperor's uncle has never seen this earth-level cultural treasure pen. It seems that there is no one in the palace..."
Lin Yi nodded and said: "This is a treasure given to me by an old dean when I was studying in a folk academy!"
Prince Teng was relieved and said with emotion: "As expected of the emperor's nephew, this must be the last entrustment of the old dean..."
"He's still alive!" Lin Yidao.
"..."
Prince Teng was silent, with the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
The person is still alive. As the dean, why would he give away the treasure of the courtyard?
What a clever way to win people over!
Prince Teng then looked at Zhu Zhiyun and said, "Xiao Zhu, move the table!"
"yes!"
Zhu Zhiyun was very excited, he was about to witness a new poem handed down from generation to generation, and he would be lucky for three lifetimes.
soon.
The table is brought.
Qinglang inkstone and Qinglang ink fell on it. Lin Yi held the Qinglang pen in his hand and spread out the rice paper, "Mei Chunguang, grind the ink!"
"yes!"
Just as Mei Chunguang was about to go over and study ink, Prince Teng said, "Emperor's nephew, let your uncle come and study ink!"
"Uncle Huang also wants to participate personally."
Mei Chunguang looked at Lin Yi.
Lin Yi nodded and said: "Okay!"
Mei Chunguang sighed inwardly, but still gave up his position.
King Teng was overjoyed and concentrated on studying ink.
But his thoughts couldn't help but fly far away. In the future, he could also boast that he also had a share in this poem and article.
real!
He polished the ink, doesn't this count as participation?
'Since it is the Yellow Crane Tower, the poem that even Li Bai was impressed by is indispensable...'
Lin Yi had a smile on his face.
He didn't dare to say what level that poem could reach, but it was definitely not inferior to other Mingfu poems.
At this time.
King Teng also worked hard and finally finished grinding the ink.
It was really difficult to make this kind of Wenbao ink, and he couldn't use his talents to destroy this piece of ink.
"Emperor's nephew, it's ready!" Prince Teng said with a smile, a look of anticipation on his face.
"good!"
Lin Yi nodded towards Prince Teng, "Thank you for your hard work, uncle!"
Lin Yi dipped his pen in the ink, but quickly stopped. He looked at Prince Teng and said, "Uncle Emperor, how do you prevent the written poems from attracting the talents of heaven and earth?"
Prince Teng smiled and said: "Roll it up!"
"..."
Lin Yi was silent and then shook his head.
Anyway, I didn’t intend to treat it as a treasure at the bottom of the box, so I didn’t waste any more time.
Get ready to write.
But the voice of the female demon god suddenly sounded: "I know this method!" '
Lin Yi was stunned and thought: "Say!"
The young demon girl smiled coquettishly, and then said seriously: "I want benefits!"
Lin Yi thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, tell me what to do first!"
Lin Yi didn't really want it either.
But if you have the opportunity to learn a new method, that would be great.
After all, after writing the poem later, he did not want to directly inscribe the building, so that he would not be able to leave before the vision came.
But after the seal, there comes a time.
At that time, poetry could not be more wonderful when it showed visions.
"This method is actually very simple. When you write, when you infuse your talent, you put your will into the pen. Your will will be in your poems and articles. If you want to explode, you can explode. If you want to be restrained, then restrain yourself..."
The young demon god gave instructions and said in her heart: "The method is simple, but it is not something you can do if you want to. I have never seen such a great person."
"Three functions with one mind, one with conception, two with talent, and three with will... The harder it is for you to do it, the more conditions I can improve!"
The girl demon god has some thoughts.
She felt that if she wanted to get benefits from Lin Yi, she had to pay first.
Just like the King of Zhenbei.
You must first know how to pay before you can reap the rewards later.
"good!"
The conversation between Lin Yi and the girl demon god was nothing more than an exchange of spiritual consciousness.
He immediately started writing on rice paper.
He didn't think about it because he was just acting as a porter and didn't need to think about it.
Secondly, instilling talent is not difficult, just inject it while writing.
In the end, the will that the girl demon god said was put into writing, which was even more childish for Lin Yi.
He had some thoughts and felt that there was some subtle connection with the written poems.
This time he changed to a thin gold font.
For no other reason than fear of being recognized.
In the early stage, the identity of the dean of Taishan Academy must be mysterious.
Finally, when the scholar visited the mountain, his identity was exposed again, and everything fell into place.
Prince Teng watched from the sidelines and felt his breathing become rapid.
He was stunned for a moment when he saw Lin Yi writing and actually changing the font.
It soon became clear that Lin Yi's current identity was the dean of Taishan Academy.
He was playing games with the literati in the capital.
"In the past, people rode the Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower was left vacant here."
"The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years."
"The Qingchuan River is full of trees in the capital (Hanyang), and the grass is luxuriant in the Parrot Island."
"Where is the hometown at sunset? The Yanbo River makes people sad."
King Teng was stunned.
This poem is not very rhythmic, but it is not difficult to read. It has the feeling that it can be completed in one go and flowed for thousands of miles.
He could tell that this poem was a nostalgic poem written for those literati who had left their hometown.
It is an expression of nostalgia.
Lin also decisively wrote "Dean of Taishan Academy" in the signature area and immediately put pen to paper.
Roll up the rice paper decisively.
Lin Yi now has a feeling that as long as he is willing, a thought can make the poem unfold.
And stimulate the talents in the poems and cause the visions of heaven and earth.
But there's no rush now.
Everything is still being laid.
Lin Yi put the poem scroll aside, spread out a piece of paper again, and continued to write and dip in ink.
Just two articles.
One article is about Yellow Crane Tower.
The other article is naturally about New Year’s Eve.
'I didn't expect it was quite appropriate...' Lin Yi chuckled inwardly and continued writing.
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, the light of jade pots spins, and fish and dragons dance all night."
"The moth is a golden wisp of snow and willow. His laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd has searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place."
Buzz!
When King Teng saw this poem, his eyes widened suddenly.
He was breathing rapidly.
"Okay, it feels like I'm back on the New Year's Eve night, with lights all over the city and people reveling..."
"However, in the market filled with beauties, there is a beauty that the emperor's nephew is looking for."
"The crowd searched for him a thousand times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in the dimly lit place...ah, beautiful, so beautiful!"
King Teng exclaimed in his heart.
The prince not only writes good poems, but his poems are also worthy of being called Mahayana.
As soon as this word came out, it was enough to make up for the regret of the Lantern Festival on New Year's Eve, plus the poems of Yellow Crane Tower...
ah!
Prince Teng felt very happy and said in his heart: "I have nothing more to ask for, I am satisfied, I am satisfied!"
