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Lin Xiao looked up, the man in purple robe didn't look very old, about 25 or [-] years old, but the calm look on his face, this man must be a person with rich experience and high-level culture, and his identity is unknown.

"Grassmen pay homage to the lord!" The purple-robed man knelt on the ground, even so with an air of neither humble nor overbearing.

Yun Canghai nodded calmly, "Excuse me!"

"Thank you, Lord." The purple-robed man stood up respectfully.

"Are you the hermit that Feiyang mentioned?" Yun Canghai sized up the purple-robed man, with a strange gleam in his eyes.

"The lord is absurd."

Lin Xiao looked at the purple-clothed man, and murmured in his heart, who is this guy who actually aroused Yun Canghai's interest, and from his appearance, he seemed to know this purple-robed man, but who is this guy? I don't know.

"What's your name?" Yun Canghai asked.

"Reporting to the lord, the Caomin's surname is Wang, and their name is Wang Ze." The purple-robed man replied respectfully.

Wang Ze!

Hearing this name, Yun Canghai's body trembled slightly. This is a very famous name. He had heard of this name before. This is a very famous talent. A talent is not only brilliant, but also good at rhythm. He is a genius, and he is also a generation with both poems and songs. His poems and songs are called masterpieces. His "Mountain and Sea" is also a very famous poem, but there is no follow-up after this poem.

Images of Wang Ze's poems kept appearing in Yun Canghai's mind, and he couldn't help feeling that in today's poetry world, there are only a handful of poets who can write the poem "Mountain and Sea".

Yun Canghai looked at the purple-robed man calmly, trying to see the purple-robed man's face clearly, but the purple-robed man's face was covered with a black veil, so he couldn't see clearly.

"I heard that you have a swan song "Mountain and Sea". I want to hear you recite it yourself."

Yun Canghai looked at the purple-robed man, his words were full of anticipation.

"My lord, I am ashamed of Caomin. The swan song "Mountain and Sea" back then is really hard to say. If the lord wants to listen to it, Caomin has other clumsy works. Please enjoy it!"

The purple-robed man replied respectfully.

Yun Canghai's eyes lit up: "Really? Then I'm so lucky, bring it quickly, I can't wait to take a look."

The past dynasties of the Canglan Kingdom valued martial arts and despised literature, and it was only in Yun Canghai's generation that they picked up the pen again, so they admired literati and inkmen very much, and Wang Ze was one of them.

Wang Ze looked at Yun Feiyang, and Yun Feiyang said: "Wang Ze, since my father admires you so much, don't let my father down, show your skills, let my father know your knowledge, and it is not in vain for me to pay you so much." Please enter the palace!"

"Yes!" Wang Ze nodded, and then began to write poems.

Wang Ze looked very calm at this moment, his eyes fell on the paper, and the brush in his hand was drawn across the rice paper, leaving a deep mark on the rice paper every time he wrote a word.

This kind of behavior seemed exaggerated to others, but Wang Ze was so focused on it that he didn't even wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Not long after, Wang Ze put down the last stroke, and several rows of large characters appeared on the rice paper. The handwriting was elegant, and it was obvious that it was written by a famous artist.

After Wang Ze finished writing, he presented it with both hands and handed it to Yun Canghai.

Yun Canghai carefully observed this character, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this character was indeed a very excellent character.

He took the writing and looked at it carefully. The more he read it, the more excited he became, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes: "Good writing, really good writing!"

"Father, what's the matter? I didn't lie to you. This Wang Ze is indeed very powerful. Although his poems are not comparable to those of famous writers, he is definitely a first-class talent."

Wang Ze bowed slightly, and said modestly: "The grassroots dare not take credit, and it is a great honor for the grassroots to be praised by the lord."

"Haha, good, you are really good, not bad, not bad."

Yun Canghai praised repeatedly. He looked at the word in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

It's hard to imagine that the majestic ruler of the Canglan Kingdom, the strongest man in the entire Canglan Territory, would lose his composure so much for a calligraphy and painting.

At this time, Yun Feiyang said: "Father, my son saw that the imperial sister also brought a talented person, how about asking the imperial sister to invite him to show his skills?"

What Yun Feiyang was talking about was none other than Lin Xiao who came to join in the fun.

As soon as Yun Feiyang mentioned Lin Xiao, Xue Jian quickly said, "No! Brother Huang misunderstood, Xiao Lin just came to accompany me to participate in the poetry meeting, and has no plan to let him participate in the competition."

Yun Feiyang frowned, a little angry: "Sister, what do you mean? Are you going to disappoint the emperor?"

Others mumbled: "That's right! The king is in a good time, so disappointing the fun may make the king Longyan furious!"

"Your Royal Highness, it's not like you don't know the temper of the king, it's better not to mess with the king!"

After one person finished speaking, the others agreed one after another, and Yun Feiyang also had an expression filled with righteous indignation.

Xue Jian was a little anxious and confused by the few words. She looked around and didn't know what to do, so she couldn't help looking at Lin Xiao for help.

I thought Lin Xiao didn't want to pay attention, but Lin Xiao patted Xue Jian's arm to comfort him: "It's okay, I'm here."

With that said, Lin Xiao came up and saluted Yun Canghai: "Young student Xiao Lin, pay homage to the King!"

A grassroots and a junior, just a title, and they immediately compare with each other.