Immediately, Yun Zhongge passed the divine thought to Yue Ziling and said, "Brother Ziling doesn't need to be depressed. Just relying on this masterpiece, you already have a very good impression in Fairy Qin's heart. It's worth it just by relying on this point, right?"

Yue Ziling couldn't hear Yun Zhongge. This is a reminder to not take his anger on him because his poem failed to open the leaves of the fairy song tree and do not fulfill his previous promise.

He smiled in his heart at Yun Zhongge's little weapon, and thoughts came from his mind: "Brother Yun, don't worry, what Yue said has not been fulfilled yet."

Although I failed to open the poem "Leaf", there is a saying that Yun Zhongge said it well, at least Fairy Qin has a good impression of him, which is worth it.

Yun Zhongge heard a thought, "Then I would like to thank Brother Ziling."

Just as the two were communicating their minds, Zheng Zheng and others comforted Qin Qing.

Qin Qing said: "The fairy song tree can no longer display the leaves of poetry. It seems that it is God's will. Thank you for your efforts, I will remember them all in my heart." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Let's go." Yun Zhongge said aloud: "Maybe Yun has a way."

Zheng Zi said coldly: "Since you have a way, why not take it out early and waste so much time for no reason. It would be good if the leaves of the Immortal Song Tree's poems can bloom for an extra breath..."

Qin Qing raised his hand to stop Zheng Zheng, turned to Yun Zhongsong and said, "Brother Yun really has a way."

Yun Zhongge said: "I dare not mention it, but I can try it with rush. Time is urgent, so Yun didn't say much."

As soon as he finished speaking, a set of four treasures of the study and a golden incense burner were now in the air. Everything was supported by Yun Zhongge with divine thoughts. Even the wide and soft silver paper was spread flat in the air, as smooth as it was spread on a table.

"Please ask the fairy to grind ink and burn incense for you. Yun must concentrate his talents and cultivate inspiration."

As soon as Yun Zhongge said this, Prince Zheng frowned and said, "I'll help you."

He looked down on Yun Zhongge's appearance, but he knew what Qin Qing was thinking, so he refused to scold Yun Zhongge.

"I'll do it."

As Qin Qing finished speaking, his divine thoughts swept towards all things.

The water vapor is automatically drawn out of the air and pours into the blood-colored inkstone. The black and shiny ink blocks are grinding and turning.

No fire was seen bursting, and a faint smoke gradually emerged from the golden incense burner, and the fragrance was swaying.

Yun Zhongge sat cross-legged in the air, closed his eyes and pondered, as if he was really searching for poetry and inspiration.

Everyone stared at him, wondering what they thought.

After the thick ink in the inkstone was melted, the song of Yun Zhongge jumped up, grabbed the wolf's hair and dipped it in thick ink, and then walked on the noisy and soft silver paper.

But he saw him writing: "The willow leaves sing on the green bank, and the lotus flowers are setting and red in the sunset."

As soon as these two sentences appeared on the paper, everyone couldn't help but shout, "Wonderful sentence!"

Qin Qingyiqing's eyes were bright and she stared at Yun Zhongge, full of expectations.

Everyone is aware of the goods. As soon as these two sentences are caught in the eye, they open up a world with rich objects, rich ink and heavy colors, bright colors, and appropriate movement and stillness.

These two sentences alone have already become famous.

Yun Zhongge was proud of his heart, and his writing was not slow at all. In a flash, the third sentence fell on the paper, which was exactly: "Thirty-six ponds of spring water."

Everyone was waiting for the fourth sentence with anticipation, but heard a sound, like a hammer, and suddenly hit: "I want to see Jiangnan in my hair."

The sound was just around the corner. Yun Zhongge, who was writing the word "white", shook his big hand, dipped ink, and pulled out a long ink mark on the rice paper. The entire ink treasure was destroyed.

No one noticed the strangeness of Yun Zhongge, and they were all hit by the "White Head Want to See Jiangnan" like this strange wind.

All of them were secretly connected in their hearts, and they felt that the ending of this sentence was perfectly combined with the three sentences written by Yun Zhong Song, and it was natural.

Princess Su said in surprise: "There is such a strange thing in the world. It is really rare to write a poem with two people so well-rounded. It is seamless."

She has a straightforward personality, but she has not thought about it deeper.

Zheng Zi glanced at Yun Zhongge and smiled coldly, "It's indeed a strange thing. It's said that writing poetry and lyrics should be a source of literary and heart, and emotions come from the heart. Even the poet's bestiality is to be able to do with his works, but he will never be able to repair it to the point of perfection."

"Now, something strange happened. Not only did it repair it perfectly, but the sequel and the original work actually came up with one thing. I like the fourth sentence of Zhong Song that has not been finished. The word at the beginning seems to be white. Could it be that Zhong Song's fourth sentence also wants to add one: Baitou wants to see Jiangnan?"

Zheng Zheng and Yun Zhongge have a wide range of friendships, but they have similar identities. If they meet on occasions, they are actually just nodding. He has no good feelings for Yun Zhongge and no dislikes.

Originally, Yun Zhongge really made a wonderful poem, and he would not be jealous.

Just because Yun Zhongge was so arrogant that he actually asked Fairy Qin to polish ink and burn incense for him. He was so blasphemous that the fairy would touch his reverse scales.

Seeing Yun Zhongge's shame at this moment, he could not let it go, and he also offered sarcasm.

Qin Qing's face suddenly turned cold and stared at Yun Zhongge and said, "Brother Yun tells the truth, is this poem really original by Brother Yun?"

Even though Yun Zhongge was simple and wise and extremely cunning, such a huge embarrassment suddenly came. Under the turmoil, all negative emotions surged into his heart, and a handsome face was about to burn.

Yue Ziling stared at Xu Yi who was walking slowly, and said in surprise: "It's you, rats! You dare to come here too!"

Just now, Xu Yi was thousands of feet away, drinking and drinking lightly under the tree, and enjoying the moonlight as if no one was around.

At such a close distance, his existence could not be hidden from Fairy Qin and others.

But on the Luanyue Peak, there were dozens of people sitting in peace and climbing high and looking into the distance.

The venue was banned just now, and only the other three peaks were banned. Because Lan Yue Peak was few and Qin Qing and others were there, Yun Zhongge did not enforce the order.

And these dozens of people were scattered everywhere without disturbing each other, so Qin Qing and others didn't care.

At that time, Yue Ziling was full of energy and was completely in the process of showing his face in front of Fairy Qin, and he was not attentive to the side.

It was not until this moment that Xu Yi revealed his true face that he recognized Xu Yi.

Xu Yi smiled slightly and said, "If I heard it right now, this person should be a high disciple of Ziji Pavilion, one of the eight immortal sects, and Brother Yue, who is indifferent to the respect."

Yue Ziling snorted coldly: "I think you are brave enough to eat the bear heart and leopard courage, and dare to eavesdrop on us. Rats, if it weren't for the inconvenience here, you must have made you look good."

Xu Yi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if I look good or not, but I know that it won't take long to see Brother Yue's face looks very bad."

Yue Ziling's eyebrows suddenly became cold: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Xu Yi chanted: "The wind is fast and the crows are crying, and the rain is coming and the battle is over. It's really not enough to be there. Look at the south of the city on earth. Good poems are really good poems. Master Yun San, Master Yun San, I pity your masterpiece before your death, but someone plagiarized it."
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