Sword Master Ling Tian

The writing speed can be fast or slow. Similar to Yue Qingcang and Yunyang, they are both extremely serious. Not only are they thinking deeply about the words and sentences, but they are also extremely sophisticated, and strive to be perfect.

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However, during the tea time, someone had already filled in words for Yuexiayin one after another, shaking their heads in annoyance, and singing.

"The west wind came to persuade Liangyun to go, Tiandong let go of the golden mirror. Zhaoye Shuangning, the river is wet..."

"Big Brother Gaocai, all the juniors are out of reach!"

"Big Brother tonight, this song under the moon is truly absolutely unbelievable. If you want to come, you will definitely be able to enter the eyes of Chief Jade!"

"Hehe, I only get something occasionally, it's really unsightly, and you still need your fellow apprentices to comment and correct!"

"Big Brother Guoqian, who can still have your talent in this Qingyunmen? No matter the martial arts qualifications or understanding, we are beyond the reach!"

On a not-so-small painting boat, a group of Qingyunmen disciples were writing words. The song by Yang Lin, the chief disciple of Qingyunmen, was really good.

It drew everyone's admiration, and after Yang Lin shoved a few words, his face was inevitably showing a complacency.

Qingyunmen Ye Fan put down the jade pen in his hand, his expression indifferent, he didn't glance at Yang Lin.

"Should you come to this grand event today?" Ye Fan muttered and looked left and right, but he didn't find the person.

Although Qingyunmen is not like the high school of Qingtianzong, but the strength is quite good.

Listening to the compliments of the people around, and the shameful expressions of other sect martial artists above the ship, Yang Lin still felt relieved in his heart. If he really entered Yu Xuanji’s eyes and sang a song, the vanity is even more so. Will be greatly satisfied.

"Huh, just this poem, dare you dare to speak up? It's really a bunch of ignorant buns!"

Amidst the unanimous compliments, there were sudden bursts of cold snorts, which were particularly harsh.

The Qingyunmen disciple looked sullen and looked at the sound, but saw that it was the Qingyunmen disciple on the painting boat of the Qingyunzong looking here.

"Sky Sect!"

A group of angry Qingyunmen disciples saw that it was the martial artist of the Great Sky School taunting them, and their brows suddenly frowned, and their momentum disappeared a lot.

There is no way, after all, Qingtianzong is the leader of the Yunzhou sect. There are too many geniuses in the door and too strong.

But the Qingyunmen disciples didn't have a good face either.

"Hmph, what our big brother wrote is good, is there a problem!"

"That's it, don't think that you are the first sect, just be arrogant, and your chants under the moon may not be better than our elder brother!"

A group of Qingyunmen disciples were not angry.

"Hehe, don't argue with them."

The Qingtianzong disciple still tried to ridicule, but was stopped by Yue Qingcang, who had already stopped writing.

He had a few cases in front of him, and he chanted a song every month, and he had already finished writing the words.

Wearing a black gown, Yue Qingqing swayed gracefully, shook his wrists, and admired his writing, full of relief.

"Brother Qingcang is really a good hand!"

"Yeah, no matter what the word is, this stylus and silver hook alone is enough to be vivid!"

"Senior Brother Qingcang's swordsmanship is outstanding. This word is like a sharp sword. It's really shocking!"

Before the disciples of Qingtianzong saw what was filled in, they already sighed in admiration.

"Hmph, I will put on airs. What words are you filling in? Read it out for everyone to listen to!"

Qingyunmen disciples roared.

"Hmph, put your ears in and listen!"

A Qingtianzong disciple cleared his throat and slowly muttered while watching Yue Qingcang's writing.

"Thousands of water return to the yin, so the tide is full of letters because of the moon. It only arrives, and the cool autumn is half broken, and the fight becomes a double. There is something that means grinding the golden mirror, who can take the Yinhe Jue..."

The Qingyunmen disciple headed by Yang Lin changed slightly and his expression became a little unnatural when the disciple of Qingtianzong was just halfway through the reading.

"Very high style, very poignant, good word, this one is better than Yang Lin!"

Both the left and the right are disciples of the major sects, and those who can come here are somewhat talented. At this time, they compared Yang Lin and Yue Qingcang's writing, both in terms of words and intentions, are superior to the former.

This kind of comparison poems are often like this. There may be good good words, but if they are compared by others, then they are worthless. It is precisely because of this that someone can make a masterpiece, and finally turn the tide and make a name. Not only does it earn fame, but it also has a great effect on the improvement of comprehension.

This is the charm of this world, poetry.

Defeated by Yue Qingcang's poem, Yang Lin took the disciples behind him and got off the case in a dingy manner, entered the painting boat, and showed no face again.

On the other hand, the victorious King Tianzong has a high ambition, as if he is proud of himself.

Yue Qingcang didn't care about defeating Yang Lin with a single word. Instead, he picked up the top grade talisman paper transcribed on Yuexiayin, wrapped it in a layer of luck, and sent it toward the formation of Jiang Xin in front.

It's not just Yue Qingcang, at this moment, all those who have finished writing words have wrapped their own words and sent them over.

And after the pieces of vigorous talisman paper were integrated into the formation, they were enlarged and arranged one by one, and then appeared on the four-sided light curtain of the Jiangxin platform formation.

The quality of the paper on which the words and sentences are written greatly determines the brightness when presented on top of the formation. The more advanced, the more conspicuous and attractive.

Yu Xuanji stood at the top of the Jin Pavilion, and as long as she turned around and looked around, she could see the truth.

Song Xian Bian Yujing came out of the pavilion, raised his head and forgot to look up, a light smile appeared on his face.

I walked up the stairs to the top of the pavilion, walked to the side of the carved jade column, and smiled at the woman who was leaning on the railing obsessively: "Why? A few fresh faces are very handsome, and the words are all well filled in, don’t you take a good look?"

The woman was Yu Xuanji who had returned to Jin Pavilion.

She turned her head slightly, revealing her beautiful face, and smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you look at it. Although the words are different, they are mostly'sorrowful and sorrowful', and they are nothing new. I can almost hear these words. It's here and can't touch me. How can I let my piano sound move the world?"

Bian Yujing smiled bitterly: "Oh, I'm really sad for those young men outside. I don't know that our Qin Xian already belongs to him. Their words are absolutely impossible to stir the vision of the world!"

"Oh, I hear my sister's tone, but I feel very sad. Or, my sister also finds a talent and commits it for life?" Yu Xuanji turned around and joked with a smile.

"Cut, the first son of Yun Yang has fallen under your skirt. How can the beloved sister I look for can be compared..."

Bian Yujing looked into the distance, but before she could finish her words, her eyes froze and her voice suddenly came.

The young man dressed in Tuanlong gauze had already closed his pen and sent the ordinary white paper up with his vitality.

Because white paper is very ordinary and naturally not very dazzling, no one pays special attention to it. It is like a piece of paper falling into the snow, and it disappears in an instant.

"What's the matter, sister, what are you looking at?"

Yu Xuanji was taken aback, followed Bian Yujing's gaze, but found nothing.

"Oh. No, nothing."

Bian Yujing quickly retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "Leave me alone. Look, the first son of Yun Yang seems to have finished writing. Please hurry up and choose."