All of them are absorbed slightly by the heavenly veins.

The eight heavenly veins are there, so what is the secret of literary qi? It is easier for him to dialysis.

The literary style is based on brush and ink, and the poetry and prose are used as the realm.

It is exactly the so-called righteous spirit, which is incompatible with Taoism, Buddhism, Buddhism, and wind, horses and cows.

"Ye Lang, Master is not easy to deal with, so you don't have to worry too much."

Qin You faced Ye Lingtian with a sad look on his face, and there was joy in the sad look.

Master is strong, and Ye Lingtian is not weak either.

However, she is now Ye Lingtian's person, and she doesn't want Ye Lingtian to make any mistakes.

Ye Lingtian seemed to care about her and reached out to her.

The wine pot is in the palm of your hand.

In an instant, Ye Lingtian's spiritual breath was even released.

As the supreme, food and wine are just for the desire to eat and drink.

The ingredients of the delicacies that can truly turn food and wine into practice are the most important.

The spiritual breath has been leaked, and it seems that the confidence is exhausted.

Qin You didn't dare to say anything.

But her expression changed.

"About tomorrow, the result will be decided the day after tomorrow. Come on, let's have a drink of wine and celebrate."

Ye Lingtian drank freely and breathed all his soul, and he was an ordinary person.

It’s drunk when you say you’re drunk, and the degree is not something you can describe.

Ye Lingtian was drunk and fucked Qin You, and he really drank a glass of wine.

"Ye Lang, you are drunk!"

Seeing Ye Lingtian crazy, Qin You at the moment would only think that he would drown his sorrow with alcohol.

Qin's worries are naturally more sad.

The Master is the most powerful, no stronger than the one who buried the sky.

But she couldn't imagine that Ye Lingtian suddenly lost his composure.

"What's drunk? I can still write poetry!"

Ye Lingtian stumbled and wrote a poem when he arrived in front of the desk.

"I will grind the ink for Ye Lang."

Constant sorrow and writing poems to relieve the depressed elegance.

As the Dragon Emperor, he is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

At this point, Qin You couldn't stop Ye Lingtian's hobbies.

Soon, the pen, ink and paper were all in place, and the ink was dark.

Outside the pavilion, the lotus pond appears before your eyes.

The poet Ye wrote his hand and recited it in his mouth.

"Seeing a flock of geese from afar!"

The pen has fallen.

Poet Ye was drunk and his writing was erratic, which is certain.

This poem seems a bit tacky.

After Qin You frowned, he glanced out the window. It turned out that white geese were dividing the clear waves outside the pavilion.

She already knows it.

When writing poetry, there is no saying that the tiger head, pig belly, leopard tail is often suppressed first and then promoted.

Or if you start a normal sentence, the more you get, the better you get.

"The booed the river!"

The second sentence has been slapped.

Qin You was a little embarrassed, and it seemed to be a little tacky, but it didn't matter.

"Catching geese from the river to the doctor is hungry, and after eating, I go home to play with my wife..."

Bang!

After writing two sentences, Poet Ye threw away his pen and ink.

Then take the poems and essays to your eyes for appreciation.

What a poem, what a poem.

Ah chick!

All spiritual breath is revealed, ordinary people.

Ye Lingtian cried in the wind. He drank too much of the wine. When the wind blew, he seemed to catch a cold and sneeze out.

He arrived quickly, and vomited at the edge of the lotus pond.

"Ye Lang, you are drunk, go to the room to rest."

Qin You was so sad that he quickly comforted him.

Seeing Ye Lingtian lose his composure, Qin You felt sore and comforted him.

A plop!

Poet Ye fell to the ground and went straight to the ground.

"Come!"

Qin You was startled and hurriedly called the maid over with tears in his heart.

The two women quickly helped Ye Lingtian to the bed and asked him to meet Duke Zhou.

What's this?

After helping Ye Lingtian on the bed, the maid went to the study to pack up her things, but she had already seen the masterpiece thrown into the trash can.

"Why did you throw away such a good poem?"

The maid quickly picked it up and prepared to collect it. This is the masterpiece of the Dragon Emperor Ling Tian.

The paper roll trembled slightly.

The maid showed extreme surprise in her eyes.

She was startled and quickly threw the roll of paper on the ground.

There was also a low and deep voice in the scroll of paper.

The maid dared not stay where she was and fled immediately.

Although it is a poem thrown into the trash can, it is obviously not something you can pick it up at will.

If the eldest princess knew about it, she would be ugly.

After escaping, if someone asks her, she will naturally not say anything even if she beat her to death.

boom!

The paper roll exploded, endless.

Dozens of handwriting rose into the sky.

The handwriting turns into gold, and the combination is endless.

It quickly broke through the pavilion and rose higher and higher.

Countless golden lights scattered around the country, and the earth's energy rose in the national teacher's mansion.

The earthly energy gathered, and seemed to be summoned by handwriting.

More earthly spirits are infected by handwriting and transformed into powerful literary spirits.

The literary spirit soared into the sky.

It's amazing to the extreme.

In the great dynasty, war is used as the intention to fight.

Such a strong literary spirit is too rare.

Although the literary spirit is not as strong as the direction of the Wenzong in the Northwest.

But it also has a sense of mutual echo.
To be continued...