Chapter 716

This Ci Pai is not easy to write, Zhu Ziliu immediately thought.

He thought to himself, even if this young man's calligraphy is good, but the content is too bad, it is impossible to pass it down through the ages.

In the presence, most of the martial arts people are illiterate or semi-literate, but even so, the martial arts people can also feel the beauty of Ye Qing's writing! Chinese characters are the most artistic characters in the world, not one of them. The top calligrapher can write the characters so superbly that people can feel the boldness of the characters when they see them!

Without a doubt, everyone felt the boldness of Ye Qing's writing!

So wild and unruly, so majestic.

Huang Rong is also an expert in calligraphy, so when she saw Ye Qing's writing, she felt astonished. And Huang Yaoshi is proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Huang Rong can be said to be fascinated by Huang Yaoshi's calligraphy collection every day. Over time, Huang Rong became an expert in calligraphy.

Seeing Ye Qing's calligraphy, Huang Rong had only one thought, "This Ye Qing's martial arts are unbelievably high, and he also has such astonishing cultural attainments, it's unbelievable! Could it be that 'only a man with his true colors is a real celebrity himself?'" ?"

Ordinary people have seven beauties, that is, huaxindaluobo, but celebrities are different. Take Su Shi, the leader among the literati in this dynasty, for example, there are also a lot of women, who can say that Su Shi is a scumbag? This is obviously "celebrity romantic"!

Celebrities being scumbags, also known as romantics, are quite different from ordinary scumbags.

As Kong Yiji said, if a scholar steals a book, then it is called stealing a book.

However, at this time, something happened to Jinlun Fawang's side!

thump!

A lama beside Jinlun Fawang fell to the ground, died instantly, and turned into a mummy as if his blood had been drained. Very dry.

This scene shocked everyone.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Qing's judge pen.

The writing on the wall was written in blood.

It is full of rich blood taste.

But this lama died strangely, as if his blood had been drained from his body.

Is this a coincidence?

Obviously not!

Recalling Ye Qing's words about using the enemy's blood to write, what happened to this matter, everyone immediately understood!

Ye Qing wrote with the blood of a lama!

But after everyone understood, they gasped one after another.

What means?

It's simply the means of ghosts and gods!

Jinlun Fawang was almost scared to death.

"You did this?" Jinlun Fawang pointed to the lama on the ground and asked Ye Qing.

Ye Qing nodded and said: "I just used his blood to write, but my cultivation level is too low, just enough for me to write four characters, but with you Jinlun Fawang, it is enough for me to write this poem completely It's over."

"You!" Jinlun Fawang only felt his hair stand on end, and his whole body felt cold.

The words are bloodstained.

Majestic.

Next to King Jinlun, another lama rushed to the street.

The blood of one such lama is only enough for Ye Qing to write four characters.

The sun is high in the sky.

So vicious.

so bright.

Originally, everyone should be very hot and sun-baked.

But everyone felt that the venue at this moment was really gloomy and haunted.

Weird, weird!

Horror, horror!

Everyone just felt extremely gloomy and cold.

And Ye Qing continued to write.

"Thousands of miles frozen!"

A lama dies!

"Thousands of miles of snow!"

Another lama died.

As soon as this sentence was finished, all the lamas beside Jinlun Fawang were dead.

And everyone also noticed that Ye Qing's poems had an earth-shattering feeling from the very beginning, vividly outlining the scenery of the wilderness of the northern country and even describing the coldness of the northern winter.

Zhu Ziliu's face was particularly ugly.

Because of Ye Qing's words, the opening chapter is so majestic!

For some reason, Zhu Ziliu had the feeling of seeing the birth of a famous novel through the ages.

If the eternal masterpiece is really born here, Zhu Ziliu will become a buffoon.

That's why Zhu Ziliu's face was so ugly.

Ye Qing continued to write with the appearance of "keep your ears off the window and concentrate on writing nouns".

This time, what Ye Qing drew was Huo Dou's blood.

Huo Dou's martial arts is higher, so he insisted on finishing the "desire to compete with the God of Heaven", and then he was honored to hit the street. The little Mongolian prince never thought that he would die in this way.

"Want to compete with Tiangong?"

"I want to compete with the God of Heaven!"

"This person is crazy!"

"But with such an astonishing talent, what about madness?"

Everyone talked about Ye Qing's poems.

Huang Rong finally knew how imposing this cheap son-in-law of hers was, and she even faintly felt that there was a vague air of a king, an emperor, in this song "Qin Yuan Chun. Snow". This kind of imperial air, even if it is eternal, is unique to this family, incomparable.

Now that Huo Dou's blood was drawn, Ye Qing began to target Dabar.

Dabar's skin was fat and fleshy, he could support so many characters, and then he was drained of blood by Ye Qing and died.

"The only thing to worry about is that the first half of the word is so magnificent, how should the second half end?"

"Yeah, how should I end it?"

Everyone was convinced by Ye Qing's words.

For Ye Qing's almost ghostly martial arts, he is even more convinced.

But Jinlun Fawang was a little flustered.

All the lamas around Jinlun Fawang died.

Huo Dou is dead.

Darbar, dead.

Jinlun Fawang is getting more and more fearful. Jinlun Fawang doesn't want the dignity of a generation of masters anymore. Jinlun Fawang just wants to escape from this place of right and wrong!

Right now, Jinlun Fawang is about to leave without saying a word, practicing lightness kung fu.

But how could Ye Qing allow Jinlun Fawang to leave?

How can it be so cheap to run after hitting x?

"Stay here!" Ye Qing flicked his fingers at Jinlun Fawang.

Jinlun Fawang was frozen in place instantly.

And Ye Qing continued to write lyrics.

Every time Ye Qing writes a word, Jinlun Fawang's complexion turns pale for a moment.

"Pity Qin Huang Han Wu, a little less literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, a little less coquettish.

Genghis Khan, the proud son of heaven, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot big eagles.

It's all over, count the romantic figures, and look at the present. "

After Ye Qing finished writing the word, Jinlun Fawang threw himself all over, fell to the ground and died.