I Evolved The Heavens

Chapter 275

Zhou Xin stared at Yang Yi: “Brother Yang, just say whether you want to play or not?”

Yang Yi smiled calmly: “Okay, I’m fine.”

“Okay, little master, can I trouble you to light an incense.”

Zhou Xin beamed with joy, he turned and said to the little novice monk on the side.

The little novice nodded, and he ran away quickly.

Soon, he brought another censer and walked over, and a fine incense was already lit on it.

“The incense has been lit, so let’s start now.”

Yang Yi nodded and turned to look at the three paintings hanging on the east wall.

The first one is ink painting, which is plum blossoms with vigorous branches and blossoming plum blossoms.

The second one is a picture of a lone fishing. A man in a small boat and a hat is sitting on a small boat. The trees on both sides of the river bank are withered, and autumn leaves fall on the lake.

The third picture shows a person in the yard looking up at the moon, the moon is bright, while outside the yard, there are frolicking pedestrians, brightly lit, it should be the Mid-Autumn Festival, looking at the moon and thinking about people.

Soon, Yang Yi finished the three paintings.

Xia Zining kept staring at Yang Yi, and seeing him withdraw his gaze, she couldn’t wait to ask: “Yang Dage, how is it, do you have a good poem?”

The four of Zhu Erdan stopped and almost laughed.

Although this princess looks beautiful, but he has no brains, he can finish the poem immediately after reading three paintings.

Of course, although they did not laugh, the smile in their eyes could not be concealed.

Xia Yu also looked at Yang Yi with beautiful eyes, waiting in the middle stage.

Yang Yi nodded slowly: “Yes, there is already.”

Xia Zining smiled and said: “Yang Dage is so good, this time we are determined to win.”

Xia Yu pursed her lips, agreeing with her in her heart.

The four Zhu Erdan sneered, this time they really didn’t hold back.

“I heard it right, he nodded and admitted!”

“It’s ridiculous. With such a short time, it’s too late to write a limerick.”

“Hey, I seriously doubt now, how did he get here?”

…

The four sneered again and again, severely contemptuous.

Zhou Xin smiled and said, “Brother Yang, since you already have one, let’s listen to your masterpiece.”

“Not bad.”

The three of Zhu Erdan made a booze, and some of them folded their arms around their chests, looking like they were watching a good show.

Xia Zining was very angry, and said loudly: “You can’t make it, it doesn’t mean that Yang Dage can’t make it. Moreover, for the three poems Yang Dage wants to make, let you see what is the real talent.”

The four of Zhu Erdan were taken aback for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

In such a small amount of time, it would be enough to make one song, even if the quality is average.

But now Xia Zining said that Yang Yi is going to write three consecutive poems. Is there anything more nonsense than this in this world.

They are now a bit suspicious, whether Xia Zining is defending Yang Yi or pitting him.

I have never seen such an operation.

Xia Yu also secretly rubbed his eyebrows, and gave Xia Zining a secret glance.

From this point of view, the difficulty of painting poems is much more difficult than extracting themes to compose poems, because many people usually secretly accumulate poems with different themes so that they can quickly make them in the poem meeting.

Anyway, as long as the theme goes along, there are no restrictions on the specific content.

But looking at the paintings and poems, it is not only the theme, but also the content will be restricted, and it needs to be based on the elements in the painting.

Such restrictions will undoubtedly make it extremely difficult for Ascension to write poetry.

Yang Yi looked at the laughing four people faintly, and slowly read: “My family washes the inkstone head tree, the blossoming flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don’t praise the color, just leave the breath full of heaven and earth.”

Uh!

The laughter of the four Zhu Erdan stopped abruptly.

They looked like a ghost in their eyes, staring at Yang Yi, their complexion flushed.

How can this be!

The other party not only made a poem, but also the best one.

Because the plum blossoms in this ink painting have only shapes and no brilliant colors, “Don’t let people praise the color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe”, it can be said that this is the essence of the ink plum painting.

Such a good work is enough to spread through the ages.

Even if such a poem is given to them two or three years, it is impossible to write it.

Under the horrified gazes of the four, Yang Yi spoke again with a clear voice: “One foot, one li, one boat, one tenth of silk and one inch hook. One song is singing and one bottle of wine, one person is alone fishing for one river and autumn.”

Hiss!

The four of them sucked in cold air, and it was another song.

Compared with the previous poem, although this poem is a lot inferior, it is also a rare good work. Given enough time for them, they can also sculpt it.

But don’t forget, Yang Yi almost blurted out, without much time to think.

The gap in this cannot be counted in miles.

Their hearts turned overwhelming, especially when they saw Yang Yi’s gaze fall on the third painting, a strong ominous premonition surged in their hearts.

No, this guy won’t really write three songs in a row.

If so, are they still human?

With a faint smile on his face, Yang Yi said again: “When will the bright moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine.”

When a word fell, a heroic air rushed toward his face.

A picture appeared in everyone’s mind. The moon was full on Mid-Autumn Festival, and they stood in the courtyard drinking to the moon, and continued to hear Yang Yi’s Yang Yi in their ears: “I don’t know what year is the palace in the sky.”

Um?

Everyone frowned, but immediately the four of Zhu Erdan showed joy, because the first sentence of this poem is excellent, and the second sentence is much inferior. The overall feeling is that even if my clothes are taken off, you can show me this. .

Xia Yu was also strange, looking at Yang Yi.

The poetic talent shown in the second level of Yang Yi could not be at this level.

Under the eyes of everyone with different thoughts, Yang Yi did not stop: “I want to go back by the wind, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu will be cold from the heights. Dance to find out how the shadows look like in the world.

Transfer to Zhu Pavilion, low Qi household, without sleep.

There should be no hate, what is the long time to go to the other time?

People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times.

Nung, moon and new moon. ”

It turns out that this is not a poem, but a poem.

After reading a poem, the room was silent.

Even Xia Zining, a person who doesn’t like poems, can vaguely feel the charm of this poem, let alone Xia Yu and others, completely stunned.

It felt like being concentrated by an electric current, the whole body was numb, and the pores were exploded.

How can this be!

How could such a swan song of the ages be picked up casually.

Xia Yu felt that a heart was about to fuse, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

Such a peerless talent is rare in the ages.

More importantly, the other party also painted well, which made her addicted.

Zhou Xin and the three were already desperate, feeling hot on their faces, as if they had been slapped face to face for several ears.

With such talents in the world, they could laugh at others in the past, which is really irresponsible.

Recalling from beginning to end, Yang Yi looked calm, just watching them quietly.

Perhaps in his eyes, the three of them are like jumping clowns.