Mu Baifei's mind was full of the sound of this poem at this moment. He finally knew what a real poem was after reading more than ten books. The time he wrote it himself before was simply bullshit compared to this one.

"If you don't believe me, I have to write down this poem quickly to avoid forgetting it later." After he remembered it, he quickly walked to the table next to him and grind ink and picked up the pen quickly. Then, the pen walked around and the dragon immediately appeared on the paper, but there were still fewer poems at the beginning of the poem.

"Brother Li, what's the name of this poem?"

Li Yan said: "Linjiangxian."

"Linjiangxian, this name is a bit strange." After Mu Baifei wrote it down, Li Yan found out that he was writing "First".[

"No, it's not the word "first"." Li Yan shook his head and said.

"Wrong?" Mu Baifei was stunned.

Li Yan suddenly paused, and he remembered that there were only gods in this world, but there were no immortals. The word "媚" is the top scholar in the previous record, and he was very talented. How could he write a wrong word? The previous poem "媚" in the wine was probably also heard as the first in the wine, but it did not have any contradiction with the meaning, so it did not make a joke.

Mu Baifei removed the rice paper that had not yet dried up ink, threw it aside with regret, and then wrote a post on paper and pen.

"Brother Mu, wait, you don't know this word." Li Yan took another "Hao" pen, dyed the ink and wrote the word "Xian" on the paper.

Mu Baifei was sure of Li Yan's posture of holding a pen and dyeing ink. He was definitely a person who was well-read, otherwise his posture would not have been so correct. However, he did not expect that Li Yan was touched by a gun in the face of battle.

"This font?" Li Bailian and Li Yi next to him also came over, but when Li Yan first started writing, he found that his font seemed unusual, completely different from the ordinary fonts. They were thin, sharp and extremely powerful, as if they were made up of several swords, with sword intention in it.

The original thin gold body has become a font that is more in line with the monks by Li Yan and Su Liangqi. It is like a sword and a sword, with a killing aura. He also merges his understanding of the sword. The thin gold body he wrote makes people look like a sword carved.

As a royal family, they did not start practicing since childhood, but began to practice calligraphy and literature. Li Bailian and Li Yi both involved in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially the characters they often use, and they still practice hard. Although they are not scholars, their skills in writing are beyond the reach of many scholars. And so far, they have not been useless in practicing calligraphy. They have to write and draw every few days.

So from their perspective, it can be immediately judged that the font Li Yan's font should be a new font that has never appeared in the world.

They could see that Mu Baifei could see it naturally, and they were shocked immediately.

"Is this a new font?" the three of them said in unison, with a sarcastic look.

After writing this word, Li Yan put down his pen and said, "Well, that's right. I've practiced for a long time, but I just don't have the chance to use it."

He said that he had only practiced for three or four days for a long time, but Mu Baifei and the others thought he had practiced for more than ten years.

"Brother Li used to practice in Tai'amen. The sword he took was killing wild animals. No wonder he didn't need this money for a long time." Mu Baifei sighed, feeling a little regretful. Such a new font was almost buried. What a huge loss.

Li Yan pointed to this word and said, "Do you know Brother Mu?"

Mu Baifei came back to his senses, took a look, and shook his head immediately without thinking, "Forgive me for being ignorant, this word is so simple, but I have never seen it before."

"It seems that it is exactly the same as I guess. There is no such word in this world." Li Yan said in his heart.
Chapter completed!