This is the first time Feng Yifei has seen NPC who is obsessed with poetry.

There was no such opportunity to experiment before.

Immediately chanted, "The vast sorrow of parting is slanting in the sun, and the whip is the end of the world; the fallen red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."

In the novel of time travel, I have seen many plots that shocked everyone by reading the poems of Pig-legged poems. There are quite a lot of shocking things, such as singing the red rivers, and singing the spring and the snowy ones without looking at the background of the times...

I didn't expect that I would have the chance to play.

Fun, fun!

After listening to this poem, Yan Shier was stunned and stunned.

Feng Yifei was shocked. This reaction was really exaggerated!

When Lu Shu saw this, he said, "The second brother is crazy again. Don't worry about him. It's important to go see the master first."

After saying that, he flew over Yan Shier with the wind and continued to move forward.

Yan Shier reacted immediately, rushed forward, grabbed Feng Yifei's sleeve, "Let's stay!"

Knowing that he had no malice, Feng Yifei did not dodge even when he went to the sleeve.

Lu Shu frowned, "Second, Master is still waiting for the junior brother to pay homage, don't stop him."

Yan Shier looked itchy and couldn't scratch it. She let go of Feng Yifei's sleeve and stretched out a finger, "Let me say something to my junior brother."

It seemed that I felt something was wrong, and I stretched out another finger, "No...No, a few words!"

Seeing his situation, Lu Shuyi had to let him do it.

Yan Shier's eyes shone and his eyebrows were dancing, "I have never heard of this poem. Although it is not as good as the demeanor and pattern as the poets of the previous dynasty, it is also a rare masterpiece..."

It's strange that you've heard it!

It must be a masterpiece! Gong Zizhen is a famous poet of the Qing Dynasty! There are no bad poems that can be passed down from generation to generation!

Yan Shier's reaction is really interesting!

I heard Yan Shier say, "...Is this poem written by you, junior brother?"

Feng Yifei laughed dryly, "How could I have this ability..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Shier, "Who did that work?"

"Uh...it's a gentleman named Gong Zizhen..."

As soon as he said this, he was interrupted by Yan Shier's roar, "Where is this Mr. Gong now? I want to go and ask him for advice!"

Feng Yifei suddenly felt ache. Where can I find Gong Zizhen for you?

According to the era background in the game, Gong Zizhen has not been born yet, and according to the real time, Mr. Gong has passed away for hundreds of years.

He had to say perfunctorily, "Mr. Gong is wandering around the world and traveling around the world. I just met him by chance and heard his poems."

Yan Shier suddenly felt discouraged, "You are a good deed! I don't know where Mr. Gong's fairy track is now, and it's really a pity for him to see him..."

Lu Shuyi couldn't help but urge, "Second, you have said more than a few words."

Yan Shier shook his hands impatiently, "Go, go!"

As soon as Feng Yifei came out with Lu Shu, he heard Yan Shi Er say to himself, "I have to remember such a wonderful poem...yes! I will remember it!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already swept into a room in the yard like a gust of wind.

He is a wonderful person who is obsessed with poetry to such an extent.

Before he walked out of the yard, Yan Shier flashed out of the house again and called out loudly, "Junior brother, don't leave today. I believe there are still stocks in your stomach. Please inform me one by one. When you go find some good wine for me, we will talk at night with candles and we will stop drunk!"

Feng Yifei: "..."

I shouldn't have been too weak!

When Lu Shu noticed that Feng Yifei's expression was wrong, he smiled and sent a message, "But you don't have to take it to heart. Although the second brother is obsessed with poetry, he also knows the importance of the matter. If the master told you, he would not dare to disturb him."

While speaking, I passed through a moon cave gate.

It's also a courtyard.

There was a half-person-high strip in front of the house, with rice paper spreading on it, and a man in blue shirt held a brush in his hand and stood behind the strip.

But he didn't write, his hands were just hanging in the air, as if he was hesitating.

‘Treading on the snow without trace’ Zhao Huasi.

Feng Yifei followed Lu Shu into the yard, and he looked up and suddenly took action.

The brush fell down instantly, and the pen was written quickly, dipped in ink and sprinkled, just like flowing clouds and water, without any pause, and it was done in one go.

When Lu Shuyi and Feng Yi flew closer, Zhao Huasi put the brush back on the pen holder at one end of the table. When he brushed his sleeves, a strong wind blew across the rice paper that looked like ink.

But it only brought up spots of ink, splashing out without damaging the paper at all.

There was a painting on the paper.

It was the scene where Feng Yifei followed Lu Shu into the courtyard.

With simple brushstrokes, this ink painting has a very charming charm, and even the surrounding scenery has not fallen.

Feng Yifei was shocked. The fourth senior brother was like a personal printing machine. He had just drawn a picture after just a short distance.

Even the ink traces were blown freely and dried.

Obviously, it was not the first time he did this. Lu Shu was unsurprising at all and raised his hand to introduce, "This is your fourth senior brother, Zhao Huasi."

"Hello, Senior Brother Fourth." Feng Yifei bowed and bowed.

Zhao Huasi pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a kind smile, picked up the painting he had just finished, held it in both hands and handed it to Feng Yifei, "Send it to you."

They were all delivered to the front, but Feng Yifei was not good to push him away. He took it with both hands, "Thank you, Senior Brother Fourth."

After delivering the painting, Zhao Huasi ignored it and spread out a piece of rice paper, pondering without saying a word.

Lu Shuyi didn't care about him and flew out with Feng Yi. "The fourth son is crazy about painting skills and has always been taciturn. Being able to give you paintings is a sign of his closeness."

"Oh." Feng Yifei nodded to show his understanding and put the painting into the package.

Before, I knew that Ye Qiwu pretended to be ruthless and had preconceived ideas. He had no good impression of the six senior brothers at all, and he thought that they were all vicious people.

Now when I see you, I feel that it is very different from what I imagined. It seems that the senior brothers are not bad, and those who are obsessed with a skill should not have too many bad thoughts, right?

It seems a bit unreasonable and cannot be concluded just like that.

Cai Jing, the uncle of the world, isn’t he a well-known calligraphy master who writes well, but he is also a powerful traitor.

Follow Lu Shu and walk around left and right, and arrive in front of a quiet room.

Feng Yifei could not sense the breath of a stranger in it.

But Lu Shuyi bowed respectfully, "Report to Master, the junior brother has brought it here."

The door opened with a "swish".

In an instant, Feng Yifei saw the scene inside clearly.

This quiet room is quite large, but there is no furniture, so it is very empty.

There are indeed people in the room.

There is only one person.

A man sitting cross-legged.

A man sitting cross-legged, straightening his back and long hair.

His back was facing the door.

There is a character and a painting on the wall facing the face.

The painting is a statue of Bodhidharma.

There is only one word, Zen.

The revealed name is indeed the thirteenth limit of the 'Great Demon God'.

I never saw his face, but just looking at his back, it made people feel that he was extremely lonely and lonely.

Feng Yifei couldn't help but feel a little upset in his heart.

My heart was shocked and I quickly calmed down.
Chapter completed!