Li Changan's invitation to fight caused thousands of waves to rise.
Even in the middle of the night, the lights in the Master Hall of Songyue Academy were still brightly lit.
"What does that Taibai want to do? How dare he?"
"I just said a few words to him, but you can't bear to do such a small thing?"
"Everyone is looking at us now, what should we do?"
Lu Wenliang paced back and forth, his voice urgent.
There are also three other masters here.
The four of them were all masters of Songyue Academy. They thought that even if Taibai was taught a lesson, Taibai would not dare to retaliate.
But who would have thought?
Not only did Taibai retaliate, but he also went too far.
First I wrote a poem to start scolding you, but now I’m directly inviting you to fight!
Who dares to challenge?
Every master has gone through the rigorous test of Literary Saint List to become a master, and it is impossible not to have a few poems in his hand.
But the problem is, the current opponent is Taibai.
A newborn calf who relies on his talents to commit crimes!
Each of the two poems Taibai presented was at the level of a master, and "Ascending the Ninth Tower" was even considered by some to have touched the threshold of Emperor Wenzong.
No one knows what level Taibai's subsequent poems will reach.
Before he fails, even if the master confronts him, he will feel terrified.
In January and March, how many masters had been killed by him?
This is a monster that is not inferior to Su Yuanqing!
"We have been roasted on the fire. It's okay to accept the challenge. If we don't, I'm afraid we will be laughed to death."
"But what should we do if we lose after the challenge? All the words we said before will fall on ourselves."
"What did the capital say?"
"This Taibai is really rebellious."
Just when the four masters were getting angry because of Li Changan, Li Changan was sleeping, sleeping very soundly.
Early morning on the sixth day of March,
The family finished breakfast,
Li Changan pulled Liu Zhiyin into the study.
"Erlang, why do you have to practice calligraphy so early in the morning? Don't you go to the academy?" Liu Zhiyin asked in confusion.
Li Changan's face was filled with a heartfelt smile, "Sister-in-law, have you forgotten what day today is?"
Liu Zhiyin blinked, "What day? I remember that the academy has non-stop bathing today."
Li Changan grabbed Liu Zhiyin's hand and pulled Liu Zhiyin closer, the two of them almost touching each other.
"Happy birthday, sister-in-law." Li Changan approached Liu Zhiyin's ear and said softly.
Liu Zhiyin's earlobes quickly turned red, and soon the blush spread to her entire pretty face.
"Erlang still remembers..." Liu Zhiyin's heart filled with joy, and her eyes turned into crescent moons.
Li Changan took out a brocade box from the cabinet in the study.
"This is……?"
"open to take a look."
Liu Zhiyin opened the brocade box as instructed and saw the lavender jade bracelet inside. She couldn't help but cover her mouth, her eyes full of surprise.
"Erlang...isn't this expensive?"
Li Changan grabbed Liu Zhiyin's delicate hand and said, "I'll put it on my sister-in-law."
Liu Zhiyin pursed her lips and smiled softly, her whole body seemed to be bathed in light.
The pink wrists lined with lavender jade bracelets became more delicate and white. Liu Zhiyin looked like a child who got his favorite toy, smiling cutely.
Li Changan moved his index finger and couldn't help pinching the tip of Liu Zhiyin's nose, "Do you like it?"
"Yes." Liu Zhiyin lowered his head, leaned lightly on Li Changan's shoulder, and fiddled with the lavender jade bracelet on his wrist.
"Hey, are there any words in it?"
Liu Zhiyin quickly raised his hand and put it in front of his eyes, fearing that he had seen it wrong.
"There are really words..."
Liu Zhiyin seemed to have discovered a new world, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up every time he read a word.
"Sister-in-law, don't you want to read my poetry?" Li Changan let go of Liu Zhiyin's hand and walked to the desk, "Yu Zhuoli is a poem I wrote."
"Really?" Liu Zhiyin's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at Li Chang'an, her lips slightly opened, and she was even happier than when she got the jade bracelet.
"I'll write it to my sister-in-law." Li Changan spread out the rice paper and studied the ink carefully.
Liu Zhiyin's eyes have been following Li Changan closely, unwilling to leave even a little bit, and her whole heart is tied to Li Changan.
Li Changan took a deep breath, and the literary energy in the Wen Palace suddenly boiled like a spring and made a roaring sound.
Picking up the pen and dipping it in ink, Li Changan seemed to be venting the strong emotions in his heart and started writing again and again.
""Shangxie·Giving a bosom friend""
"Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life."
"The mountains have no edges, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you."
With each stroke, the floor of the study room seemed to vibrate.
When the last stroke was finished, the entire rice paper was unable to withstand such a strong literary and emotional expression, and trembled crazily, as if a pair of invisible hands were tearing the rice paper into pieces.
Li Changan's face was pale, and he pressed his hand on the rice paper. Less than 40% of the literary energy left in the Wen Palace poured out, and was piled layer by layer on the rice paper.
He never expected that using master calligraphy with all his strength would consume so much.
The loss of literary energy is only a trivial matter. The key is that the spirit becomes extremely weak, as if it is a serious illness.
There is a Poetry Civilization Moon in the Wen Palace, and literary energy is flowing down continuously. There are also poems and stars representing "Two Poems of Lovesickness" that are generating literary energy and are filling up the already deficient Wen Palace.
Half of the poems "Give a Toast" and "Shangxie·Gift to a Friend" have not yet been publicized, so the corresponding poems and essays have not produced any literary spirit.
The movement of the rice paper finally subsided.
Li Changan put his hands on the desk and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Liu Zhiyin hurriedly stepped forward, supported Li Changan, and asked anxiously, "Erlang, how are you doing?"
"Sister-in-law, don't worry, I'm fine." Li Changan patted the back of Liu Zhiyin's hand, "I'll tell my sister-in-law this poem."
"Yeah." Liu Zhiyin looked at the poem in front of him, his whole body seemed to be suspended in mid-air, and his head felt a little dizzy.
"Shang Xie, I want to know you and live a long life."
"Oh God, I want to know each other and love each other forever. It will never fail and never end."
Li Changan's voice was very soft, but every word fell like thunder on Liu Zhiyin's ears.
"The mountains have no edges, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you."
"Only until the mountains become flat, the mighty rivers dry up, the thunder in the cold winter, the snow in the scorching heat, and the intersection of heaven and earth return to chaos, will I be willing to abandon your affection."
Liu Zhiyin raised his head blankly and looked at Li Changan, who had a gentle look on his face. His smiling eyes kept blinking, and tears fell from his eyes.
Liu Zhiyin's nose trembled, and there was a hint of crying in her voice, "Erlang..."
The paleness on Li Changan's face improved a little. He lowered his head and reached out to wipe away Liu Zhiyin's tears.
But there were more and more tears.
"Do you like it? My friend..."
Liu Zhiyin nodded vigorously, "Oh... I like it..."
The sound stopped suddenly.
Li Changan held Liu Zhiyin's face with both hands and carefully took her soft lips into his mouth.
It smells so fragrant and sweet, the world seems to be spinning.
Liu Zhiyin was so drunk that she seemed to be floating in the air after drinking a pound of Erguotou.
Li Changan wanted to continue asking for it, but was interrupted by the sound coming from the door.
"Ah, my brother and sister actually kissed me behind my back!" Liu Linglong put her hands on her hips and shouted angrily.
Liu Zhiyin's face turned red and she shyly buried her head in Li Changan's chest without looking up.
Li Changan felt half pity and half helpless, "Linglong..."
Just when I was about to complain, I felt a sudden pain in my waist. It turned out to be Liu Zhiyin pinching me shyly.
"Brother, I want to kiss you too!" Liu Linglong ran to Li Changan, carefully touched Li Changan's face, then stood on tiptoes and pressed hard on it.
"Well……"
"Well……"
Two screams of pain sounded out before and after.
Liu Linglong's strength was too great, and the kiss was successful, but their noses also bumped together.
Liu Linglong covered her nose, her eyes filled with sore tears, and Li Changan did the same, inhaling in pain.
Liu Zhiyin, who was extremely shy, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Liu Linglong rubbed her nose, glared hard at Li Changan, pouted and said, "You won't be able to do this again, you know?"
"If you want to kiss your sister, you must also kiss me!"
"I want to eat sweet and sour pork tenderloin and braised pork for lunch today..."
After saying that, he ran out of the study again.
Li Changan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at each other and smiled at Liu Zhiyin, and the charming atmosphere had long since disappeared.
Liu Zhiyin gently climbed up from Li Changan's arms, her face so rosy that Li Changan couldn't help but take a bite.
"Erlang..." Liu Zhiyin shrank her neck and breathed out softly.
Li Changan smiled naively and smacked his lips, then lifted up the rice paper on the desk.
The thick ink not only penetrated the rice paper, but also engraved these two lines of poetry on the tabletop.
Powerful enough to see through the back of the paper!
penetrating!
Looking at the poems and essays with flexible and free artistic conception on the desk, these two words came to Li Changan's mind.
Especially the three-pointer.
Not involving the use of grammar, anyone who can achieve such a state can only be accomplished by top calligraphy masters.
It is not the kind of person who has just entered the threshold, or who has just entered the hall, but the truly top-notch calligraphy master who has reached the pinnacle.
"The words and emotions are blended, and the form and spirit are integrated." Li Changan murmured softly.
Liu Zhiyin held the rice paper preciously, "Erlang, help me frame it. I want to treasure it."
"Okay, I will give all my time to my sister-in-law today."
"By the way, Erlang has to go to the academy, so he must not be late." Liu Zhiyin suddenly remembered that the academy had a non-stop bath today, he whispered nervously, and hurriedly urged Li Changan to go to the academy.
Li Changan tapped the tip of Liu Zhiyin's nose, "I took leave yesterday and will be at home with my sister-in-law today."
Liu Zhiyin lowered her head shyly, her heart filled with joy and she couldn't hide it no matter what.
"Bosom friend."
"Um."
"Bosom friend."
"Um."
…
The two of them just called each other's name, and the other responded softly, but they didn't feel bored at all. Instead, they felt that the air was filled with a sweet smell.
"I'm going to clean it up, and then I'll go out to buy things for framing." Liu Zhiyin said softly.
Li Changan reluctantly let go of his hand.
Sitting on the chair, Li Changan summoned a writing instrument, and the literary spirit that had just recovered in the Wen Palace turned into a pen tip, and wrote "Shangxie·Gift to a Friend".
After thinking about it, I wrote another sentence under "Two Lovesickness Songs",
"The new poem "Shangxie·Giving a Friend" has been released... I am happy today, but suddenly I remembered that the four masters are all from Songyue Academy, so it is naturally inappropriate to invite them to fight in March."
"If the four masters feel that they are not satisfied, we will have another one in April. Taibai is always waiting for you!"