Chapter 579 The Ink Pen Floats in the Air

A Li couldn't help but be startled when he heard the words, his breath was stagnant, and his raised tail feathers seemed to have lost their strength.

"Yes, after not seeing each other for a few days, A Li actually transformed into a fifth tail feather, and his strength has greatly increased. He is worthy of being a legendary bird." Baiyunlou praised a few words rather perfunctorily.

Then he continued: "A Li, senior brothers and sisters are back. You don't have to guard the door anymore. You have worked hard these days. Come, rest on senior brothers' shoulders." After that, Baiyunlou patted his left shoulder.

After hearing the words, A Li perked up. He shook his body and put away his magical power. He felt sleepy and felt the innate aura radiating from his senior brother. He suddenly felt a sense of intimacy. He jumped up and jumped up. The eldest brother fell on his shoulders.

The gatekeeper A Li was subdued by Head Bai Da, and everyone immediately entered the small bamboo building in a lively manner.

Today we may be going to Haoran Sect. Many disciples did not rush to build wooden houses and bamboo houses, but entered small bamboo houses one after another.

Only Luo Yuyan said that he still had unfinished poems and had to find a quiet place to quickly make up one or two.

After saying that, he took Caiwei to the edge of the forest, took out the bamboo magic weapon, and instantly spliced ​​the bamboo house together, and hurried inside to catch up on his poetry lessons.

De Luo Yu reminded that many academy disciples were also a little panicked when they remembered the lessons assigned by the old teacher of poetry and prose before leaving.

Immediately, they all entered the small bamboo building and asked their senior brother to help arrange the two rows of tables. They immediately bent over their desks and began to think hard.

The few disciples who had not signed up for the poetry course couldn't help but feel secretly happy when they saw that their brothers and sisters were facing a formidable enemy.

Baiyunlou led Sister Xia and the three of them up to the second floor and sat down by the window. Green Ant also followed them up to the second floor, preparing to help make tea as a habit.

"Little sister, in less than an hour, the old teacher of poetry and prose will be here..." Baiyunlou turned to Green Ant and said.

"Ah, what should we do?" After hearing this, the green ant also panicked.

"What else can I do? Go down and make up for your homework. If you write carefully, you will be in a hurry. You don't have to worry about making tea." Baiyunlou said with a smile and waved his hand.

"Little green ant, hurry up and make up for your homework. I have to make tea with my senior sister." Xia Chaoyang also said aloud.

Green Ant turned to look at Second Senior Sister and Senior Aunt Xia, hesitated for a moment, then quickly turned around and went downstairs.

As the green ants came downstairs to inform all the academy disciples of the arrival of the old poetry teacher, there was a cry of exclamation. The small bamboo building suddenly became quiet again, everyone was thinking hard and looking for inspiration for writing.

"This group of academy disciples are energetic, diligent and eager to learn. Although they are all not weak in cultivation, they are able to meditate quietly. It is really gratifying." Master Ziyang couldn't help but say with emotion.

Baiyunlou respectfully replied: "It's all thanks to the careful teachings of the academy teachers."

At this time, Baiyunlou heard a message from his junior sister: "Senior brother, it seems that junior sister's poetry homework has not been touched yet. What should I do?"

Hearing this, Baiyunlou couldn't help but curl his lips, and sent a message to Junior Sister Xia who was a little dazed at the side, which immediately made her smile.

"Aunt and uncle, please sit here, please, two senior brothers. Please sit down. You can talk freely. Chaoyang will make tea for you today..." Xia Chaoyang took the tea-making instrument from the senior brother and said happily. said.

"How does this happen?" Ziyang Sanren asked in surprise.

With a smile in her eyes, Sister Xia said calmly: "It doesn't matter..."

Ziyang Sanren seemed to have some understanding, but he didn't say anything more and nodded slightly.

A few people were chatting freely on the second floor, relaxed and comfortable, but the academy disciples downstairs seemed much more depressed. There was less than an hour left, and it would be difficult to write a poem that would satisfy the old teacher in this hour and a half.

Suddenly, a piece of moiré paper fell on an empty desk, and an ink pen on the pen holder also flew into the air. It dipped in ink into the inkstone beside it, paused briefly, and then drew some ink on the blank moiré paper. Dragons and phoenixes began to dance.

Apart from the eldest brother, no one else could be so skilled in transporting pens through the air. Seeing this strange scene, all the disciples stopped thinking hard and stood up one after another to watch.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a senior brother. He writes like a god, and with the flowing clouds and flowing water, a magnificent journey to the East China Sea is completed.

Looking at the senior brother's writing, all the disciples felt that this article seemed to have exhausted the beautiful scenery of the East China Sea.

The majestic and majestic sunrise, the intoxicating waves under the setting sun, the boundless blue when it is quiet, and the turbulent waves when the wind blows.

After watching Senior Brother's Journey to the East China Sea, the disciples felt even more headaches and seemed to be even more unable to write.

While I was sighing, I saw another blank piece of cloud-patterned paper floating down from the air. The ink pen paused for a moment and then started writing again.

This time, the painting style has changed suddenly, the writing style has become much softer, the fonts are graceful, and even the writing style has changed a lot. This article starts from a small start and depicts the wonderful creatures in the sea very vividly.

Seeing the handwriting, everyone immediately understood that this was written to help the second senior sister... The senior senior brother is really good, even the handwriting is imitated in both form and spirit.

In fact, after this group of academy disciples have practiced for a long time, their spiritual consciousness is not weak. If they meditate quietly, they can also write wonderful poems and essays. However, their thoughts were confused by these two articles written by the senior brother. , it is estimated that extraordinary measures will be needed to regain meditation.

Originally, I wanted to refer to Senior Brother's writing in order to inspire some inspiration, but now...

After the ink pen finished writing two articles, everyone seemed to be still immersed in the vast artistic conception of movement. After returning to their senses, they were about to disperse, but saw several more cloud-patterned papers falling in the air.

Under the curious gazes of all the disciples, the ink pen was dipped in ink, paused for a moment, suddenly revealed a faint halo, and then fell onto the moiré paper.

The floating ink pen wrote more slowly this time, taking several breaths to write only three or two words, and only a few words were written on each piece of moiré paper.

When the ink pen finished writing the last stroke, all the disciples could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although there were not many words on these moiré papers, each word seemed to be carefully crafted and full of charm.

While the disciples were marveling, the little fat man, who was very keen on numbers, suddenly reacted: "Six, six..., that's it."

"What six?" Nangong Xiaojing asked casually, and suddenly seemed to wake up, and then said: "Second brother is right, these six pieces of moiré paper were written by senior brother to the six of us. Each piece of paper The written words are exactly the header of the article.”

"Moreover..., and although there are not many words in this header, it contains extraordinary charm. It should be helpful to penetrate the text with spiritual consciousness..."

"Elder brother has thought carefully, so what are you waiting for? One piece for each person, divide it, divide it..." Tianyin also became a little uneasy, stepped forward to take one piece, and went back to the case to reflect.

Yu Tong suddenly said with a bit of nagging: "What about Senior Sister Caiwei and Senior Brother Luo? It seems they don't have them..."