Name: Su Mu Zhe

If it is a masterpiece, it should be owned by the world. Brother Jing Yan will destroy it, I am afraid it is difficult to convince everyone. What's more, Brother Jing Yan said that this painting is difficult to reproduce, but how can you prove that this painting is your work?" Liufeng said faintly.

Everyone heard the word, this said very particular, first said "handed down the painting of the world, Su Mo should not be destroyed for their own selfish interests," all the people present are tied to the opposite of Su Mo, and pointed out that Su Mo may not be the author of the painting. His intentions are sinister, but that's all.

Some onlookers also feel reasonable, this painting does not look like Su Mo can paint. And Su Mo also said that by chance, it is difficult to reproduce, more like throwing out the reason in advance to fear people to let him make an equivalent painting to prove that this painting is his.

"So what?" Sue ink smell speech, almost angry laugh.

I've seen no shame. I've never seen such shame. Is that what all readers are like... Oh, except for me.

"Since this painting should be handed over, verify it first, if it is verified to be by Brother Jing Yan, you should return it.... Or the Duke of Wei will write the inscription, if the Duke of Wei does not want, we can naturally write for him." The willow wind laughs like the spring breeze, and the map is poor.

Can you give it back?

A few smart people in the room involuntarily sneered.

Turns out this world also has moral kidnapping...

When Su Mo was about to educate Liu Feng with "Three and Four Virtues", "Tao Te Ching", "The Core of Confucianism" and "Lao Tzu's Famous Words", he was interrupted by a jiao.

'Shut up!

Red Gu Yu could not bear it anymore, jumped out next to it.

"Why is the Sword Demon out?" The sun nearby people everywhere looking for melons.

"Who is the sword demon?" Someone did not know Gu Yu, so asked.

"College junior... That sword repair..."

Some recoiled... This guy can't be reasonable.

Sword demon... This nickname, Su Mo see Gu Yu, it is last night's fairy sister, for a time do not know how to say hello.

Luo Yin looked out of Gu Yu, a speechless.

"Shut up, people are selling their paintings, and they want you to keep pushing them?" Gu Yu pointed at Liufeng, no image, like being angry, "What are you?"

Liu Feng is not afraid, he is the son of the imperial military department, the academy can not move him without reason, casually said: "I just say what I think." If the academy does not allow others to speak, I will speak only..."

"You..." Gu Yuxiu is a surprise hung sword, straight to straight, do not like winding around. She doesn't like reason, so she hates books... Oh, don't hate Sumer... At least not for a while.

Kill him before you say... Gu Yu was about to draw a sword, was Luo Yin stopped.

Luo Yin turned to Su Mo and asked softly, "Are you selling this painting?"

"You don't have to sell... Lo, if you like it, give it to you!" Su Mo saw Luo Yin's good will is to help him, nodded and smiled... Drawing. He can always draw again.

Liufeng and others smell speech face a stiff.

Luo Yin smell Su ink words shaking head and smiling, suddenly hundred mei Hengsheng.

"No reward for no work..." Luo Yin turned to the maid and shouted, "Xiao Hong, go and get a hundred taels of silver."

The maid turned back to the ship building and took a silver ticket, ran out and handed it to Luo Yin.

Luo Yin presented the silver ticket of one hundred and twenty silver pieces to Su Mo: "I will buy this painting for one hundred and twenty silver pieces."

'Good! Su ink smiled and rolled up the picture, to Luo sound, took the silver ticket.

Gu Yu looked at a leng... She had come to buy paintings, too, but she didn't have enough money... You know what? I'll get it from this rich little girl, Lorraine.

And Liufeng and others face a change, Luo Yin this is in disguise to help Su ink qualitative.

She found Su Mo to buy a painting, naturally is to admit that the painting is Su Mo written.

Luo Yin took over the scroll, and continued to smile and said: "Son is willing to write for me this painting?"

"What the fairy wants, nature satisfies!"

Sue ink smell speech laugh, pull up a little girl, follow Luo Yin and Gu Yu into the ship building.

Wei Gong shook his head and sighed: "Well, then look at the words mentioned by Jingyan!"

Wei Gong also followed into the ship building, several young people also followed in, Liufeng is not believe that Su ink can put forward what good poetry, if Su ink and so on the poetry is not good, he can still take the opportunity to play.

A group of melon eaters saw no one stop, hula together into the ship building... This melon is eating well today, can not give up halfway. And they were curious about what Sumer would say.

Luo Yin personally laid the scroll, pressed the ruler, ground the ink, and handed the pen to Su Mo.

Somehow, she felt a wave of confidence in Su Mo, although Su Mo is just an ordinary person in her eyes, but still feel that he can give her a surprise.

"Can you think of a poem to mention?" Luo Yin gently asked, Gu Yu looked at the side, others a look at the spring and autumn drama.

"That's... Write a little rhyme!" Su Mo thought and wrote with a smile.

Just write, so there is no stalling.

Singed agarwood,

Sweltering summer...

Su Ink pen into sharp, such as flowing clouds.

Only six words, let the people present instantly quiet down, a line of people's eyes are falling in these six words, the opening can be seen writing.

Su Mo continued to write... without pausing

When the birds are sunny,

Read the language of the eaves.

"A singeing incense makes this summer vanish. Birds and finches cry clear and peep the eaves." Luo Yin looked at Su ink pen mouth light furan.

A few strokes, then wrote the summer morning, birds cheering scene, seemingly careless, but it seems to be foreshadowing.

They no longer speak, and Liufeng and others face also showed dignified color. But saw Su ink pen continued to write...

The morning sun on the leaves is dry and rainy,

The water is clear and round,

One by one, the wind and load lift.

"Good word! Wei Gong sighed and believed that the painting was written by Su Mo. In terms of words alone, it is extraordinary. The learned people in the crowd nodded thoughtfully.

Lin Mo stopped writing, thinking of his previous life, he always felt that he was incompatible with this world, in addition to the little girl, no care.

That I learned the poetry, always can find in line with the mood, such as the second half of this small order!

Hometown is far away,

What day are you going?

He lives in Wumen,

A long trip to Chang 'an.

This feeling of homesickness, there are people in the moment seem to feel the same.

Luo Yin eyes gradually blurred, she remembered yesterday's flute song, is how similar.

Do you remember each other in May?

A small row of boats,

Dream into furong Pu.

Su Mo took back the ink pen and put it on the inkstone. Exhaled... Poetry and painting can also send feelings.

This song, written by Zhou Bangyan, a poet in the Song Dynasty before Su Mo, expresses the meaning of "homesickness", but it just coincides with the painting.

Lotus, boat, fisherman...

The Duke of Wei stepped forward and repeatedly recited the small order in silence:

"A singeing incense makes this summer vanish.

Birds call clear, invading dawn peep eaves language.

The morning sun on the leaves is dry and rainy,

The water surface is clear and round.

Hometown is far away, when to go?

Living in Wumen, Chang 'an travel for a long time.

Do you remember each other in May?

To row a small boat and dream of going to Fuzhou."

"It makes people dizzy if it is intentional or not. Underlyrical, open mind, words like words, without embellishment." Wei Gong sighed.

"The whole word landscape writing people write feelings write dreams are natural words, without carving and charming, and the lotus leaves of the clear circle, the Jiangnan in May, the boat of Yulang these scenery changes the description, the pain of homesickness expressed incisive."

"The Duke of Wei praised it!" Su Mo modest way.

Wei Gong shook his head: "No, today's event is a good story."