Ye Xiyao's face was already wooden.Just walked away and painted, this time there was another proposition essay with the prescribed number of words, Ye Xiyao didn't want to speak anymore.The body moved slightly, the white paper disappeared, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone immediately appeared in front of her again.Ye Xiyao grinded the pen, and then didn't even think about it, and wrote casually: I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.Five-word quatrain, a total of twenty words.Shicheng, Ye Xiyao put the brush in her hand aside.The old man sitting opposite Xu didn't expect Ye Xiyao to be so fast, he was slightly stunned, and then pulled the words that had written the verses over, and when he looked down, his eyes, which were originally half-open, suddenly lit up.The Holy Spirit Continent, emphasizing martial arts over literature, nine countries and thirteen cities, there are martial arts but no imperial examinations, so the status of literati is not high.It was precisely because of this that, apart from cultivation, the literature of the entire Holy Spirit Continent and everything related to it was relatively backward.So here, poetry and songs, only poetry.or five or seven words, collectively referred to as ancient style poems.And people who can write ancient style poems are naturally very rare.As a result, I didn't expect to meet a man here today, and this five-character poem, whether it is a battle or an artistic conception, is quite beautiful.Especially the last sentence, if you understand it thoroughly, it is simply mysterious."
This poem has a name" After looking at it for a long time, the old man suddenly asked."
Spring Dawn."
Chunxiao, Chunxiao sighed secretly in the old man's heart, and then stayed for a while before he came back to his senses.Then his expression narrowed, and he returned to his previous lukewarm appearance again, raised his hand, and said, "Pass." ”Ye Xiyao: "The fourth order, this has passed Ye Xiyao is no longer able to complain.Then he didn't say a word and got up directly.At this time, a light gate suddenly appeared next to the mahogany square table, and Ye Xiyao walked directly over, but at the moment when he was about to enter the light gate, Ye Xiyao suddenly paused, then turned his head, and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, there is something unknown to the juniors, and the Spirit Monument can be called the selection of the elite genius of the human race."
But what does this elite genius have to do with painting and writing" Ye Xiyao really couldn't hold it back, and she had to ask after all to understand.But the old man didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't even throw a glance at Ye Xiyao, so he closed his eyes directly.One second, two seconds, Ye Xiyao waited for ten seconds, and the old man still didn't say anything.Ye Xiyao exhaled a long breath, and immediately turned around and walked into the light gate, but at this moment, he heard the old man behind him suddenly, and said slowly: "Identify fools" Ye Xiyao stumbled and almost fell out directly.Passing through the light gate and leaving the small pavilion, Ye Xiyao came to an open space again.The open space is still large, the size of a football field.There was still a white mist all around, like chaos.In front of the clearing, there is a dense forest.Dense forests shade the sky, towering ancient trees rise into the sky, and shrubs are lush.The eyes are full of green, and there is a faint sound of intelligent birds, just like the most primitive tropical rainforest.Ye Xiyao looked left and right, but didn't see Lu Wang, and there was no one except herself.So at the moment, Ye Xiyao was not in a hurry to enter the dense forest, so she simply found a corner to sit down and waited quietly.Thinking about it for a while, Lu Wang came out, and then walked forward together.oshow7t1706231537: