Sword Master Ling Tian

"Haha, it doesn't matter, I have heard about the name of General Lingtian for a long time, and I saw it today."

Shen Mi was generous, and did not look like the **** of the women around, elegantly holding up the wine glass in response.

"Thank you, but it's just a fame."

Ling Tian smiled faintly, making people feel like a spring breeze.

The two drank it, breaking the hearts of the men and women around.

Maybe men and women like this are really good match.

Ling Tian martial arts is unparalleled in the world, and he is the first person among the younger generation.

Although Shen Mi is not well-known, he is sitting on the wealth of a wealthy country.

They are all enviable.

"Tsk tsk!"

On the side, Luo Zijun looked at Ling Tian with his chin, and slapped his lips: "You two are polite here, but they are not the same as you usually!"

"Da Mi Mi, shouldn't you also like this kid? I tell you, he is a big-hearted man!"

"You two drank very well, I'm here, you don't toast to me!"

Shen Mi's face blushed slightly when Luo Zijun said, and he quickly poured wine to Luo Zijun; "Just you will pick things up for no reason. How long have you not come to me, you say?"

"Furthermore, you came with General Ling Tian, ​​I was also very surprised. Why, you are so careless, don't you have a temperament that is not nearly male, and you are also fascinated by General Ling Tian?"

"Bah, who is fascinated by him? Just him?"

Luo Zijun's heroic face is rarer than Shen Mi's. He took a sip of wine and slammed his mouth and said, "Wow, it's so spicy."

Shen Mi moved his head away, did not say anything, just took a deep look at Luo Zijun and smiled knowingly.

"General, I have heard that the poems of the general are Wushuang. I have admired it for a long time. Now Shen Mi has a dough fan of the son hidden here. I wonder if I can give a poem?

Shen Mi thought for a while, still looked at Ling Tian on the other side, Xingkou opened and closed, and asked.

"Oh?"

"of course can."

Ling Tian put down his wine glass, but he didn't expect that Shen Mi was going to come up with a poem.

This is not bad. If you sell it to Shen Mi for a favor, you will have to gather the spirit spar at that time, and it will be easier to open your mouth.

Seeing Ling Tian's answer, Shen Mi drew out a delicate ball fan from the ring.

Although it is not the top fan of Ling Tian's production, but the appearance is very good, I don't know how she got it.

"Tsk tsk, it's awesome, you dare to ask for poems when you come up, and you dare to give it to the other!"

"Ling Tian, ​​you haven't given me what you promised. Really, you have forgotten your friends!"

Luo Zijun curled his lips.

"Say a few words, no one will treat you as dumb."

Ling Tian stared at Luo Zijun, but Shen Mi handed over the fan and ink pen.

The pen is very beautiful and exquisite, it is carved from the extremely rare emperor green spirit, and the nib is made from the vellus hair on the tail of the rare dragon mink.

The ink is also a good black ink from the royal court, which is full of spiritual power.

However, what surprised Ling Tian most was that the scene was painted on the originally white fan.

Above it is a woman in Tsing Yi standing on the banks of the stream, solitary and independent, with fluttering clothes and long hair like a waterfall. Although she is slightly sideways, only half of her face is exposed, her eyebrows are as picturesque as a heavenly man.

The woman is holding a fan, looking at the stars in the sky and the faint green mountains in the distance, seemingly sad.

But Ling Tian couldn't see why he was so worried.

But no matter how you say it, this painting is psychic and amazing.

This made Ling Tian a little nervous. If his poems weren't obvious, it would be ashamed.

Shen Mi studied ink quietly, while Ling Tian held a pen and began to meditate.

In fact, he didn't know Shen Mi, and the two had no intersection. This poem is really hard to write.

However, I had to write.

After thinking about it for a moment, Shen Mi's side, Mo has also researched, Ling Tian's eyes flashed, and he whispered: "Yes."

When the words fell, Ling Tian pursed his mouth, smearing his ink and writing.

Because of his special status, Ling Tian has gathered everyone's eyes ever since he entered the hall.

Now that I just sat down, I was about to write a poem, and everyone was whispering.

Because Ling Tian was not only famous in the Southern Tang Dynasty because of the powerful martial arts, the poems that made people stunned have been circulated a long time ago.

Seeing Ling Tian holding pens for Shen Mi now, they straightened their necks and looked at them.

Although in his eyes, it is all jealous and envy.

On the side, the three Shangshu and Li Fu sneered coldly and secretly made a grandstanding!

But no matter what, they don't have this talent.

"Master, our young lady's painting, but Nan Tang Yijue, I don't know what poetry Ling Tian will write to be worthy of the young lady's painting."

"I once remembered that Miss Jin said to you that she would marry only those who are so talented that she can see her. This Ling Tian..."

In the hall, Shen Fugui whispered behind Shen Wanshan.

"I just hope he doesn't care about the financial resources of my Shen family..."

Shen Wanshan was noncommittal.

When everyone was discussing, Ling Tian had already begun to write.

Shen Mi looked sideways, and as the beautiful words appeared, he read them out.

Yingying a water room.

The pulse cannot be spoken.

The mountains are woody and woody.

Xinyuejun Xijun don't know.

Although this poem does not seem to be very regular in the number of words, and does not rhyme, every sentence is like a thunder drum, and the shock is above Shen Mi's heart.

And when Ling Tian fell on the last word, the breeze and the color of the water quietly rose from the group fan, and the spiritual energy gathered from all directions of the Jubao Mountain. After a while, it was on the main hall. Condensed into a magnificent celestial phenomenon.

Amidst the celestial phenomena, a woman dressed in Tsing Yi stood silently, with a small man on her head, and Qingchuan in the distance. It seemed that there was a wave of complaints lingering, and for a while, people were all dumbfounded.

The painting is powerful and the poetry shows the meaning.

Everyone hasn't tasted this poem, but they have been surprised by this celestial phenomenon.

Tianxiangsheng has also confirmed that Ling Tian’s poem is destined to be famous in the Southern Tang Dynasty again.

Holding a tuan fan, Shen Mi's face seemed to be sad, and he couldn't help raising a faint smile.

This smile made Ling Tian feel slightly lost.

It's not that Shen Mi is in love with Shen Mi, but Shen Mi's smile is really like Yingying Qingshui, making people comfortable.

In fact, his poem is flawed.

Because he couldn't find the poem for the occasion, Ling Tian had to put his two-handed poem together. Although the number of words was not neat and flat, Ling Tian felt that there was nothing more suitable than these four lines.

At this moment, even Luo Zijun, who was like that man, changed his face, staring blankly at Shen Mi with a happy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Thanks to the general for giving poems, Shen Mi, no regrets."

After a while, Shen Mi carefully put away the Tuan Fan, and actually got up and bowed to Ling Tianyingying.

Seeing this, Ling Tian hurriedly got up and said back: "It's not a good thing, this poem is just icing on the cake, Miss's paintings are excellent."

In the hall, Shen Fugui behind Shen Wanshan said: "After that, I will pay my respects in front of everyone!"

Shen Wanshan: "Talk about it!"