The pen is shocked by the wind and rain, and the poem is inspired by the ghosts and gods.

On the side of the black peach desk, Wang Xizhi picked up his pen and sang silently. He leaned his mind and calmly, and fell down with his strokes. Then he saw that the blue shirt was swung like a speed, and the dragon and snake were circling; the ink was splashed like a hook dot, and every word was about to fly to the sky.

Even if others write quickly and slowly, they are different from others. Their wrists are like swaying, like flowing clouds and flowing water, without a moment of stopping. Only in two cups of tea, two short seven-character poems are vividly revealed on paper.

Wang Dao and Xi Jian lowered their heads and savored them carefully, one leaned on paper, and the other smiled with his beard. It was still written by Zhong Yao. The small calligraphy of running scripts was quite good at the handwriting, and the ink color was deep and round. The most rare thing was that he was only nine years old and could have such wrist strength. How could he have achieved it in time?

Wang Dao blew his handwriting lightly, dried the ink with the autumn wind, slightly opened the Zuo Bo paper, and laughed loudly: "You can hold this book, please read it by Mr. Maoyi."

Wang Xizhi raised his lips lightly, walked step by step, and followed him with a poem. When he arrived in front of Mrs. Wei, he bowed and said, "Mr. Maoyi, Yu Tu has only been practicing calligraphy for two years, and his writing skills are not continued. Mr. Zhong Hou passed on his disciples again. Can you give me advice?"

"Stay it!"

Mrs. Wei's eyebrows were slightly slanted, and her slender eyes looked Wang Xizhi slightly. Although she was not as handsome as Liu Nong, she also had different glory. She secretly compared Wei Xie, who was foolish, and slowly shook her head: Wei Xie can be regarded as a talented person, but compared with these two young men, she always felt that there was less of something.

What is it? Divine Color!

Well, the magical color, one calm and beautiful hidden in the Yuanhu Lake, and the other is proud of the Qinggang and the arrogant king.

With her name Chengyu, she slightly raised her body and looked at her eyes. When she saw her roughly, her mouth was slightly lowered; when she looked again, her eyebrows had already risen; until the end, she stood up and said, "Come on the desk!"

Everyone was puzzled. Why did they still have to carry the desk when reading calligraphy? Only Wang Xizhi smiled with his hands behind his back, and asked his followers to go quickly. He looked at Liu Nong with a smile, raising his eyebrows from time to time.

Liu Nong pressed his knees with both hands, and he looked bored by his eyes. He slowly raised his eyes and was paired with him. Instead of avoiding it, he took a step forward and smiled and said, "Can you please drink a drink?"

Liu Nong said: "This wine is very strong!"

Wang Xizhi said: "Is it thicker than the ink?" As he said that, without waiting for Liu Nong to answer, he caught the wine glass on the table and drank it in one gulp. He was as stupid as a wooden chicken!

Liu Nong was amused in his heart and said slowly: "Slowly and heavy, don't hurry, don't rush, exhale, slowly come out!"

"Uh, ha..."

Wang Xizhi acted as he said, slowly spreading the spicy air that was as thick as a knife on his body, let out a breath, his eyes were bright and dripping. After a while, he said, "Your wine is too strong! Good wine, I will give you something to you later."

At this time, the follower came with the desk. He turned around to face Mrs. Wei, as if he remembered something, turned back to Liu Nong and said, "Don't say anything!"

Liu Nong smiled faintly. Although he had not stood up, he leaned over his body. Looking at Mrs. Wei, he wanted to see if she would cry when she saw her. Judging from his perception of her over the past two days, she was a meticulous person, with a higher eye than the top, and extremely forbearing person. If he saw good words, he would say that this child would eventually surpass me, and he would even cry even more. He would not believe it.

But I was so immersed in my heart that I wanted to surrender her?

Sure enough, when Mrs. Wei looked at the black peach desk, there was a shallow ink mark on the desk, which was the strength that penetrated the back of the paper. She frowned at Ruochuan, and there was a faint light in her eyes, but she still didn't have the wind. She said calmly: "The wrist is very strong, and she has already grasped the shape of Master Zhong, but she has not yet possessed her spirit. When she turned her pen, she could finally observe the traces. If she said that her pen was good, she should be the second grade. If she said that the whole game, she would only get the third grade. You can temporarily determine the second grade based on your youth, all kinds of things."

Second grade! A word follows the wind and is long. Although her words are light, she appreciates it. This is just a second grade. You should know that calligraphy is different. Some people have been wise since childhood, and they can also pass on the best sentences throughout the ages. However, the calligraphy is different. You cannot apply water day and night, and then practice it and polish your tips. In the end, you will be obscured for decades, and then you will be able to be erected.

Wang Xizhi was also very happy and bent his lips and bowed deeply to Mrs. Wei. Mrs. Wei received a tribute and was about to sit down. Wang Dao took advantage of the situation and said, "Yu Tu, you said that you have poor brushwork all day long because you cannot get a famous teacher. Now that Mr. Maoyi is in front of you, why are you still reserved? Say the tribute quickly!"

Wang Xizhi was a very smart man. He was stunned for the first time, and then he thrust, kneeled down to the ground, and said with a crisp voice: "Mr. I am here, and I have received a bow from Yu Tu. Yu Tu was originally a foolish thing, but why do you love Zhonghou's book very much? I hope that Mr. Don't give up, please pity him, pass on it, and follow the ways of the wise men!"

One bow, another bow, three bows.

Mrs. Wei raised her thin eyebrows a few times, and her hands that overlapped her left knee were tucked together. She saw that the tiger's mouth was white and her chest was also slightly undulating. Finally, she sighed in a deep voice: "Get up, I'm willing to be your teacher!"

This is to become a disciple! Wei clan in the north, so he bowed his head! Director Wang let out a sigh of relief and raised his glass to invite him again. The northern family members were full of faces. Although they were quick and slow in getting the cup, they finally followed them.

Those who know the times are heroes!

Wang Xizhi was overjoyed and did not return to Uncle, and sat next to Liu Nong. He leaned on Mrs. Wei's head as gentle as she was, but secretly stretched out his index finger and middle finger and hooked towards Liu Nong. Liu Nongli ignored him and sweated heavily: You little brat, do you think I am like you? You are like a little fox who has stole honey.

Zhu Tao saw the appearance of both of them and was amused. He couldn't cover a strong sip of wine and immediately sprayed the table.

Wang Xizhi said: "It would be a pity to waste such a good wine, but it is a good thing to drink!"

Zhu Tao waved his hand, and his sleeve was still stuck in the broken wine. He smiled and said, "The cow also knows that wine must be a good cow. How dare you say it is a waste? Come on, tiger head, drink again!"

"Huh!"

Wang Xizhi was surprised, grabbed Liu Nong and said anxiously: "You are also called Hutou? How old is this year?"

Liu Nong said: "Well, my name is Hutou, too. I am eight years old."

"Sure enough, younger than me!"

"Young and old, you cannot rely on it."

Liu Nong smiled slightly and told Liu Xun to get another pot of wine and hand it to the desk. Zhu Tao was happy to see the wine, so he pulled out the mud and didn't want him to pour it.

At this time, the collection of elegance has begun, and the poems are chanting one by one. Some names have been heard of by Liu Nong, but some people have never heard of them. From the period from the Western Jin Dynasty to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, due to the Eight Kings Rebellion and the Five Barbarians Invasion of China, historical materials were kept small and mixed. Some even didn’t know which one is true and which one is false, just like Wang Xizhi just wrote and quoted Mrs. Wei, and the annotation of the unofficial history was false.

Wang Xizhi saw that Liu Nong was not naive to him and was somewhat bored. But the more he did this, the more he felt that this young man who was younger than him was different.

He said: "Hutou, if you have such good wine, why don't you share it with everyone and just care about your own home?"

Liu Nong recalled his eyes and watched his two fingers rest on the table and tapped them lightly. Although it seemed natural and freehand, it was actually a child's show of kindness. Just in time, he was also going to offer wine to Xi Jian. If he left alone, it might be rude. If he led it, it would be different. He said: "Good poetry requires knowing the person who wants it, and good wine requires elegant heart."

Wang Xizhi smiled and said, "Uncle is very happy to drink, and most of the people here are happy to drink. The wine is fragrant. If it is buried deep in the soil, who knows elegance? Let's follow me!"

As he said that, he saluted to Mrs. Wei and said that he would take Liu Nong to offer wine. Mrs. Wei kept looking at him silently, but nodded slightly at this time.

Liu Nong asked Liu Xun to present the last small pot and walked towards Wang Dao and Xi Jian on the grass all over the ground. When he waved his robe, he saw Yu Liang at first sight and was looking at him deep in the forest. The two of them had a touch of their eyes.

Needle!

Liu Nong had a dilemma in his heart, not afraid of stealing thieves, but he was really afraid of thieves remembering it. But this guy was still the uncle of the future, and he could compete with Wang Dao in more than ten years. But now his power is in vain, so what can he do to him? Fortunately, he wanted to find a place, not Kuaiji, where he was the prefect. Let's avoid it and observe the future.

Turning your eyes and walking, your eyebrows spread out, and your heart becomes clearer with coldness.

When they arrived in front of the stone, Director Wang and Xi Jian watched them approach with a smile. Xi Jian pulled the two young men from left to right, and said with a smile: "The pearl couplet is shining!"

Although Wang Dao laughed, he secretly felt that this was inappropriate. If it were the Liu family of Pei County, he would be able to compete with the Wang family of Langya. But Liu Nong wanted to start a new door at this time, at most he would be a inferior gentry. How could he compare? However, there are still important things today, and some small things are only included in it.

Liu Nong lifted the pot of bamboo leaves and the fragrance was about to condense. Wang Dao's expression changed. Xi Jian smiled slightly and only watched Liu Nong pour wine. His hands were steady, and he could see the noble man's eyes without trembling, his heart was calm, and he was praised and polite.

Eight digits on wine are the Zhou rituals. Seven digits on wine are the ones on wine are the ones on knowledge and elegance.

One is seven, one is eight. Wang Dao holds eight, Xi Jian holds seven. One is expensive and the other is close. Xi Jian tastes wine and smiles and says, "Wine is good, poetry is good, and people are better."

He whispered again: "Although Xuan'er is only eight years old, he has also chanted poems..."

Liu Nong was embarrassed and almost couldn't hold on to the pot. Her face turned red from her eyebrows to her neck, showing a very twisted look. Oh my God, the seven-year-old little loli...

Wang Dao drank, and slowly entered his throat, praising the wonderful wine. He used the cup to cover it up and looked into the distance. A child from a family in the blue shirt was looking at him and nodded slowly.

"How can this wine be enjoyed alone!"

Director Wang laughed loudly and asked Liu Nong: "Can you lend you wine and please share it with everyone?"

Liu Nong said: "I wish you, I dare not ask for it!"

The follower walked away with wine, and only got a small pot. Every time he passed by a desk, he only poured a small cup to drink for his elders. The color of the wine was different, neither turbid nor ant, as bright as a lake. The fragrance of the wine was even different, thick and thick, and he stayed in his arms and did not leave. Qingjun, aristocratic family who had not yet got wine, was like a cat scratching in his heart, smelled the fragrance of the wine, and saw the crystal sprinkling, and shouted in a row: "What is this wine!"

Liu Nong nodded slightly to Liu Xun. Liu Xun stepped out and bowed deeply to all directions, then replied: "Bamboo Ye Qing!"

After saying that, after retreating to the case, Liu Nong finally beat him out of the wine. Otherwise, if it were a normal occasion, Liu Xun would definitely not have the chance to speak.

Director Wang raised his glass again and said, "There was Liu Ling, a wine fairy in the bamboo forest, who had been drunk for many years. Now the leaves are windy and the green pond is lingering. We are all sons who eat poetry and books. We should hold the wine in the glass and relax our hearts. Everyone, let's do it!"

Everyone stood up and drank, and the wine glasses fell rapidly, their faces flushed, and they felt that they could not hide their hearts. They were like the world and the earth were the only ones, and the mountains and rivers were beautiful and me were quiet.

The atmosphere is stronger.

Pushing the cup and changing the cup, chanting poems and fulfilling the ambition, is the time when it is full of debauchery and magnificent.

“Woo…”

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

I don’t know where the sound of the trunk sounds. When it rises, it is already vast. It surrounds the willow forest and swings towards the blue waves. Everyone is sighing and generous, and they are all happy and see them. When they hear the sound of the trunk, they all become scattered.

Silent and silent.

The sound of the treasure follows the wind and looks desolate. The ancient sound is eighteen, the treasure is strong, the treasure is clear and treasure is long and long. Only this treasure only expresses the ancient meaning of sadness, just like the sorrow of the east flowing. A song "Remembering an Old Friend in the Mountains" is slowly turned, as if it was a whisper, as if it was a whisper, as if it was a treasure. There is wind and rain that is all desolate.

Some people were confused when they heard it, some people were crying when they heard it, some people stomped their feet when they heard it, and some even looked north and hid their heads. Liu Nong caught his eyes and looked straight, and saw Wang Dao rising up when he heard the sound, his eyes were round and his eyes were around, waiting to speak.

Will Zhou Boren rise up? That: Will Zhou Yan, who did not kill Boren but Boren died because of me, cry at this time!

Zhou Yan got up, and he grabbed the wine glass, threw it up. He staggered out of the short desk, knelt northward, and shouted: "The sky is in the sky, why can the land in the country be sinking? The scenery is as old as yesterday, where is my king, and how can my friends survive? Why do the country change every day?"

The sound of the geese was crying, the hands were pounding the ground, and the tears were wailing.

His cry immediately caused a lot of sadness. Most of these northern families were rich families. They experienced the rebellion between Empress Jia and the Eight Kings in the north, and met Yongjia again. They were deeply saddened by the fallen and slipped down Shenzhou. If they were in their position, they would think about their politics, carry poetry and books, but they did not know the reason, so why not be sad?

At this moment, Director Wang attacked the case and shouted wildly: "How is it sad?"

He stood up and rushed to the edge of the pond, helped Zhou Boren up, then glanced around his eyes, there was red fire in his eyes and a splendid light in his eyes, which made everyone lower their eyes and avoid them.

And he was even more excited, and he raised his arms by the water and said loudly: "Don't be sad and sad, I'll be separated, and I'll be happy and have new understanding. We have lost our king, we have lost our land, and we have lost our friends. What's the point of sadness?"

One word hits the water, and the water rises by three thousand.

He shouted again: "All of them are heroes, why do you act like this woman!"

After a little slow, the sound of a sudden pain: "We hold poetry and books and hold swords, stand in the court and look far away. The faults of the northern land are responsibilities and shoulders! The northern land is in the smoke of wolf and the northern land is also vast. Just as we prepare for Jiangdong, we store food and raise armor, one day we ride a red horse and move our swords north to restore the royal family. Why bother to do this? The prisoners of Chu are facing each other!"

"Everyone!!!"

With a long voice, he put his hands in front of his eyebrows and bowed from afar.

Zhu Tao threw the cup and said with a high voice: "I wish to follow the horse's tail, I wish to hold the martial arts song, I wish to hold the sharp armor! I give up all my glory and will eventually fight the north and return my world to the bright future!"

Liu Nong paused his head, and this was the Western Barbarian Captain! There was a thrill in his heart. At this time, it would be beneficial to advance but not retreat. He stood up according to the desk and said in a vocal voice: "Although Liu Nong was young and had a small status, he was willing to practice poetry and books, and he would like to collect martial arts songs in his family to wait for the king to summon him!"

Everyone was shocked, Xi Jian was stunned; Wang Xizhi looked at him, his mouth wide open; even Mrs. Wei couldn't help but turn around and smile. But at this time, no one dared to laugh at him in person, and Yu Liang was also reluctant to say something. He borrowed Wang Dao's power, who dared to violate the current power of Wang Dao!
Chapter completed!