Chapter 374

As soon as the first four sentences of Xiake Xing come out, Zhihan Guijun can't breathe.

Those who don't know the way of calligraphy can also see that the white light of Haoran Zhengqi at Zhihan's return to the army is getting dimmer and dimmer, like a small stream comparing with a large lake. too big for her skin.

People who know the way of calligraphy have a deeper understanding of it, especially when they say, "kill one person in ten steps, never leave a line for ten thousand miles, brush one's clothes when it's done, and hide one's merits and fame." they don't want to see Zhihan Guijun any more.

The so-called "wenwuke" is not the case at all. Both articles are easy to understand. Even those who don't practice calligraphy can feel the crush of more than one level instantly.

In just four sentences, it describes the strong image of the knight errant.

The first four sentences have completely crushed Zhi Han GUI Jun, but it's not over yet. Guhai is still spitting out new poems.

On one side, Li Shenji's face changed. Like almost everyone here, Li Shenji guessed a lot. How can he guess that Gu Hai's poetry writing ability is so strong? Is the way of playing chess and playing zither the way of writing today?

Although long Wanyu couldn't understand the poem, she couldn't light up the article scolding her brother-in-law when she saw Haoran's righteousness. She was also excited at the moment. When she looked at Gu Hai, her eyes were like little stars. My brother-in-law is really good.

Bingji sits behind Guhai, looking at Guhai at the moment is also a look of consternation.

Bingji has been sent to help Guhai, and has studied a lot about Guhai. Since she came out of the Ninth Five Year Plan Island, the chess path has been rolling all the way, killing the gods when she meets the gods and killing the Buddhas when she meets the Buddhas. Even the original nine of the nine players in the chess game didn't win Gu Hai.

This should have been the acme of a person. After all, Gu Hai is only in his seventies.

But before long, Qin Dao began to roll all the way. Invincible all the way. Yingzhou, how many battles, Guhai Qin road only one word, win!

Win, win! It's also invincible.

Nowadays, the most difficult way to tell the winner from the loser is calligraphy. Li Bai, who was born in the ancient sea and the old earth for thousands of years, never surpassed him in writing such poems. He was an immortal, standing in the clouds and overlooking all living beings.

Where is the meteor of Haoran Zhengqi? It's a meteor shower! And it's a big, dense meteor shower.

Above the square.

Mo Yike took a breath of air. Dead look to the ancient sea.

Mo Yike is the one who has studied the ancient sea most deeply. From the beginning, he was good at chess. Although he rarely showed his skill, he understood that a good strategist's chess skills are as strong as his plans. But I'm not as proud as Guhai.

Qin Road, ancient Yingzhou, is blooming its invincible style.

Nowadays, the way of calligraphy is actually able to suppress the king of Xikang?

"I can't see you through any more! Oh Mo Yike looks at Gu Hai with a bitter smile in a low voice.

Chang Sheng's eyes narrowed when he looked at the ancient sea.

Long Wanyu sat on one side. Although she didn't know much about the artistic conception of calligraphy, she understood the meaning of the words. Just last time outside Longmai City, Guhai invited two people to have a meal and ate 10000 people's shares. Then she asked them to help take care of Wan'er fairy. They did it. It's so simple.

But what long Wanyu doesn't know is that these words completely wash away the suspicion of villains for the three people, and it seems that the three people attach great importance to love and righteousness, and are romantic through the ages.

Li Shenji is holding a wine glass in his hand, and his fingerprints are all pinched out on it.

At this moment, the most ugly face is king Xikang. Gnash your teeth, gape.

How is that possible? How can Gu Hai be so strong in composing poems?

Guhai also spits out the last two sentences at the moment.

"I'm not ashamed to be a hero in the world!

Who can write to you, the white head's Sutra! "

"Boom!"

The dense Haoran Zhengqi suddenly appears in geometric multiples and bursts out. In a moment, it has been shrouded in white light in all directions.

The light soared, and even went straight to the metropolis. In an instant, the metropolis in the evening was illuminated as if it were at noon. The noble and healthy spirit mixed in the light, is an instant baptism of the whole city practitioner body.

Countless practitioners immediately felt comfortable, as if listening to this poem, clearing away all the filth accumulation in the body.

All the pollution will be removed.

However, the appearance of heaven is still more than that. Suddenly, countless practitioners seem to hear the sound of this poem between heaven and earth, as if countless ghosts and gods are reciting it in invisible places.

"Xiake Xing!"

Han Ke man Hu Ying, dry hook frost snow bright!

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, which is as sharp as a meteor!

Ten steps to kill one person, ten thousand miles without leaving the line!

When it's done, brush your clothes and hide your merits and fame!

If you are free to drink in the ancient sea, take off your sword and cross your knees!

Will eat purple micro, hold cup to advise longevity!

Three cups of Tu ran Nuo, five mountains pour for light!

After dazzled eyes and ears, Yiqi element neon health!

Save Wan wave gold hammer, Chaoge first shock!

Two heroes of all ages, the grand metropolis! I am not ashamed to be a hero in the world! Who can write to you, the white head's Sutra! " One, a hundred, a million, a million! It's like ghosts and gods from outside the sky, resounding all over the world. It seems that ghosts and gods are unwilling to recite, but there is a force to force them to recite. Their voice is a little strange, as if they are resisting crying and slowly accepting the baptism of this poem. The two hundred million people in the metropolis are all staring at each other in silence. On the square of Wuyue Academy. The group of officials are also quiet, and they stare at Ziwei and write down the last word. All finished, this full of ghosts and gods cry recitation sound, listen to almost all people's chicken skin stem up. It was a tremor of the soul“ When the pen falls, the wind and rain will be startled, and the poem will become a weeping ghost? " I do not know who suddenly read out a sentence“ Is poetry a weeping ghost? It's really a poem of weeping ghosts and gods! " In Dadu City, there are scholars who stare and scream. The ghosts and gods sobbed for nearly half an hour before they calmed down. But, that pair of words still blooms the infinite ray, shoots to the heaven and earth four directions. As for the nearby painting "Zhi Han GUI Jun", it has been completely suppressed. The banquet was so quiet that everyone held their breath until Guhai said something“ I'm a mediocre calligrapher. Thank King Xikang for giving me a piece of "to return to the army of Han". It's a good poem. I'll be careful not to let your calligraphy dust away! " Guhai said with a smile“ PA, PA It seemed that people heard two clear slaps on King Xikang's face. Live broadcast, 200 million people, as if all heard these two slaps.