When everyone present heard this, they couldn't help but look at him. Zi Chu frowned and said, "Friend, this is a matter between us and him. You'd better not interfere."
Gongliang shook his head and said: "Since I am walking with him, it is between us and you. Just now you only said that if Yuyong loses, this beautiful and fertile land belongs to you, but what if you lose?"
"Hahaha"
"Kick-kick"
When Zichu and others heard what he said, they couldn't help laughing, as if they heard some big joke.
After a while, Zi Chu held his stomach that hurt a little from laughing and said, "How can we lose?" After saying that, he laughed again.
Gong Liang smiled slightly and said, "How can we predict everything in this world? It's not certain who will have the last laugh."
When Zichu and others heard his words, the smiles suddenly disappeared from their faces. No one who could enter Qingyang Academy was stupid, so they naturally understood what he meant. In this situation, the person in front of them said such words, could it be that
Have something to rely on?
For a moment, everyone's hearts became heavy.
Zi Chu looked at Gong Liang and took out a jade pendant from the storage ring, "This is a psychic jade. It has the function of refreshing the mind and nourishing the heart and soul. I think it should be enough to make him give up this landscape."
Gong Liang and Ji Yuyong looked at each other, and when he nodded, they said, "Okay, that's it."
Zichu also took away the jade pendant and placed it directly on a stone nearby to show fairness, "Let's begin!"
Zhu Yang and Ji Yuyong continued to look at the surrounding landscape and conceive of the picture.
Gongliang saw that the boulder was uneven and difficult to paint on, so he took out the long and thick dining table used by the Longbo people from the fruit space and placed it on the boulder.
The people of Long Bo in the space were preparing to eat, but they found that the dining table was gone. They were dumbfounded. In the end, they could only sit on the ground with their rice pails and eat. But they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts: Why does the master always do such mindless things?
It seems that the rice pails they used to eat were taken away last time, so they had to eat from the pails all over again.
Gong Liang put down the long table, and Ji Yuyong put pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.
Zi Chu looked at Ji Yuyong, looked at each other with Mi Xian and others, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
In his opinion, Ji Yuyong was a loser in this game.
A painting must not only be well painted, but also be embellished with text, preferably poetry and prose that can set off the scene in the painting, so that it can be pleasing to the eye and make people feel immersed in the scene. Ji Yuyong does not have these. Previously
He was also blocked from using the works of his predecessors. With Ji Yuyong's talent and learning, it was simply impossible to write a poem or a short article.
After a while, Zhu Yang seemed to have finished the idea and began to take out the pen, ink and inkstone from the storage bag and put it on the long table, and took out a roll of drawing paper and spread it out on the table.
Ji Yuyong glanced at it and turned around to continue thinking.
Gongliang felt that something was wrong, so he walked over and asked, "What, can't it be done?"
Ji Yuyong looked at Zichu and others, and whispered in his ear: "I was in a hurry just now, so I might have been fooled."
"How to say?"
"These people are my classmates. They are proficient in music, chess, poetry, calligraphy, painting, articles, etc. Two of them are as good as me in calligraphy and painting. But I only know calligraphy and painting, and nothing else. When I finish painting, I will call them
The paintings I made are on par with mine, but if I add an original poem or a short article, it will definitely be better. How do you think I can win?"
"That is to say, now you lack nothing but a poem or article?"
"right."
Hearing this, Gongliang smiled and said: "This is easy to handle. It's hard to say anything else. I still have this poem more or less."
"Can you compose poetry?" Ji Yuyong's fat eyes were as wide as dead fish. Even if he killed him, he would not believe that Gong Liang could compose poetry.
"Ahem!" Gongliang felt a little embarrassed, so he pretended to cough twice and said, "I heard it."
Ji Yuyong breathed a sigh of relief. Things turned out just as he expected. If a deserted man could compose poetry, then that would be fine. This would be the end of the world!
"Don't harm me. He just said that it cannot be the same as what others have done before."
"Don't worry, I heard this in the wilderness. I guarantee that no one in the east will know about it."
"That's good."
Gong Liang began to think about poetry. He definitely couldn't compose poetry. But after all, he was also someone who had read 300 Tang poems and 300 Song lyrics. Didn't someone say, "If you know 300 Tang poems by heart, you can compose poetry if you don't know how to write poetry."
"Recite"? Obviously, he is the one who can recite poetry.
It's just that those two books were read by him when he was in school. Now that it's been so long, it's really hard to remember them.
Mi Xian and Rui Han had nothing to do, just wandering around.
Suddenly, Rui Han saw a small grass growing on the stone edge by the stream. He was surprised and said: "Xian'er, look, there is a blue grass there."
"Where?" Mi Xian walked over.
"There." Rui Han pointed forward.
Mi Xian looked at it and went over with Rui Han. After identifying it, he nodded and said: "Is it really an orchid or a high-grade ink orchid? If I read it correctly, this should be a book of 'Tiger Butterfly'."
Mi Xian turned around and looked around, sighing: "This is such a blessed land, it has everything."
Rui Han looked at it and made another discovery, "Xian'er, look at this orchid leaf, it looks like jade. If you pick some more strange stones to decorate it, it will not be difficult to become a top-grade bonsai, and you will definitely be able to sell a lot of spiritual stones."
"Um"
The people nearby heard their conversation. The people over Zi Chu were smiling, but Ji Yuyong was heartbroken. This was where he discovered it first! Why didn't he find the orchid? Otherwise, he would have picked it long ago.
Come to exchange for spiritual stones, why would you leave it now?
Gong Liang, who had been thinking about poetry, heard the word "lanye", his eyes lit up and he said: "Yes."
"What's up?" Ji Yuyong asked stupidly.
"The poem is there."
"Tell me and have a listen." Ji Yuyong actually didn't really believe that Gong Liang could come up with any good poems, but it was better than nothing, better than nothing.
"Listen carefully."
Gongliang cleared his throat and recited a poem: "The orchid leaves are lush in spring, and the osmanthus flowers are bright and clear in autumn. I am happy with this business, and it is a festival. Who knows that those who live in the forest will feel happy when they hear the wind and sit down. The plants and trees have their own hearts, so why seek beauty?
fold!"
When Ji Yuyong heard the poem he recited, he couldn't help but be stunned.
He had no idea that Gongliang could write such a high-quality poem.
In fact, Gongliang also knows a lot of poems, but it is difficult to find poems that fit the current situation. Thanks to the reminders of the two girls just now, it reminded him of the first poem at the beginning of "Three Hundred Tang Poems", which is
The first song of Zhang Jiuling's "Feelings of Encounter".
After a long silence, Ji Yu mediocre man said angrily: "What a poem."
After thinking about it, I spread out the drawing paper and started painting.
Gongliang quickly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, let me think about it, maybe there is a better poem."
In his opinion, this poem is a bit inconsistent with the current scene of mountains and rivers.
Ji Yuyong's eyes widened when he heard this. He felt that this poem was already a superior work, but he didn't expect that Gongliang actually said that there was a better one. How could this be possible? Don't blow the sky.
.I was so angry that I simply put down my pen and waited for him to come up with a better poem.
Gongliang thought hard and found that he could not think of a poem that fit the current scene.
So, I walked to the side, closed my eyes, and sat down cross-legged, entering a state of forgetfulness.
In an instant, the hammers on the clock of blessings and curses of the gods of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths flew down from above and struck the bell.
"Boom"
A clear sound that seemed to come from eternity resounded in Gong Liang's mind, and poems and articles that he had read before but had long forgotten began to fly out of the depths of his memory. In an instant, countless words flew like butterflies, constantly passing through his mind.
When Migu saw Daddy sitting next to him and closing his eyes, he quickly put away Guoguo, took out the Optimus Prime and the Immortal Flag, and stood by Daddy's side to protect Daddy.
The beast soul appeared out of thin air, glanced at the people by the stream, and roared, as if threatening or warning, and then lay down beside it, guarding them silently.
Kui Long, who was on Gongliang's wrist, didn't make the slightest move, but carefully observed everything around him. If something happened to Mi Gu and the beast soul, it would be the second line of defense. And the third line would naturally be the flames and white lights on the giant lamp.
Big needle.
Everything that happened by the stream was, at best, just a dispute between children.
This method, which can promote communication and progress, has always been tacitly approved by Qingyang Academy.
However, the big shots in Qingyang Academy were not interested in this kind of thing at all and were too lazy to take a second look.
But this slight roar from Yaizhen completely changed the situation.
Although Yaizhen is the beast soul of Gongliang and will not harm the children of Qingyang Academy, who knows if an accident will happen, so many people are focusing their attention here, even the Book of Heaven is paying attention.