Chizhou, Jiufang City Village.

Inner city, fighting arena.

Pei Tongsi came to the door of the private room where the ark was located and knocked gently, but found that the door was not locked.

With a creaking sound, the carved wooden door opened, and the crystals in the room were flashing with lights, illuminating like daylight.

"Ark, aren't you sleeping?"

Pei Tongsi stepped into the box with his hands on his back and said with a smile.

As soon as I entered the private room, I saw the ark sitting at the desk, holding a pen and writing quickly.

This made Pei Tongsi slightly stunned.

Fang Ark was not practicing Qihai Snow Mountain Sutra, nor was he sleeping, and he actually practiced calligraphy on his desk?

Fang Zhou also knows calligraphy, which is what Pei Tongsi was surprised.

In front of the desk.

The ark at this moment is managed by the wandering poet.

As always, the most secure hosting is executed.

"Pei Bao, you are here."

Fang Zhou held the pen in one hand, looked back and smiled, and there was a touch of softness on the corner of his mouth.

Pei Bao?

Pei Tongsi raised his eyebrows, but he was not obsessed with this strange title.

"Didn't practice martial arts?"

Pei Tongsi walked to the desk and said.

"Things like practicing martial arts require both hardness and softness, and relaxation and relaxation, too much is as bad as insufficient."

Ark Road.

"Since Pei Bao is here, I'll give Pei Bao a pair of words and a poem."

Pei Tongsi laughed, it was interesting.

This time I came here, I actually saw Fang Ark’s unique side. Is this kid still a rare literary poet in his bones?

Pei Tongsi did not reject any literati and poets because he was also a literati, and he also wrote good handwriting and wrote good poems.

Although he looked down on the Daqing Dynasty today, since ancient times, many literati and great scholars of the human race have been admired.

Now that Pei Tongsi smelled the ink fragrance in the air, he felt a little itchy.

This is the itchy hand of a literati and poet. How to relieve itch is the only way to hold a pen.

"Oh, then I have to look forward to it."

Pei Tongsi's eyes fell on the white rice paper, and his fingers hidden in his sleeve gently rubbed them, looking forward to what a masterpiece the Ark would write.

But when Fang Zhou smiled, the nib of the wolf's pen full of thick ink fell on the paper.

The pen moves like a dragon, the pen is like a magical one, the pen is round and rotates, and the structure is grand and broad!

Just looking at the words, Pei Tongsi was a little stunned. This word... tastes a bit!

Let’s look at the poems again.

"There is nothing in the world that can resist the sorrow of spring, let's cry to Cangming."

Pei Tongsi raised his eyebrows and chewed it carefully.

Everyone forgot that this trip was to discuss the "Qihai Snow Mountain Classic" with Fang Ark.

The private room was quiet, and Pei Tongsi was breathing and his eyes were straight.

But I saw two more lines of words on the rice paper.

"Forty million people burst into tears, where is the state of China?"

Pei Tongsi fell silent, his fingers rubbed, and his expression showed a little emotion.

"Good poem."

Where is China in the end of the world...

Pei Tongsi thought of the news of the Qingzhou Conference that he had just seen in the Daqing Palace newspaper.

Why was the negotiations on the Battle of Gods and Demons held within the human race?

Because in the eyes of the powerful people of the alien race, the human race realm may already be theirs.

What a sarcasm to the human race territory that is not the human race.

"This word, this poem... I never thought that Fang Ark, you actually have such talent."

He is so flirting with all his clothes but not flattering, not to mention that Pei Tongsi is simply admiring.

Although the wandering poet has received professional training, a little smile can't help but appear at this moment.

"Pei Bao has a vision. I still have a lot of poems here. Today we don't talk about martial arts or women, we only talk about poetry, make friends with poetry, and write to convey the truth!"

"Come on, let's read this sentence!"

The wandering poet smiled.

Take another piece of rice paper, dye the ink, and put the pen on it.

Pei Tongsi was full of energy and felt that writing poetry was much more interesting than practicing. The main poems written by Fang Ark were very suitable for his preference.

This kid...is a treasure!

A poem was written on the rice paper.

Some poems shocked Pei Tongsi, while others made Pei Tongsi feel deeply moved. I couldn't believe that these poems were actually written by the Ark.

At this moment, Pei Tongsi was not itchy at all.

Because it will only embarrass people when showing off their skills.

Therefore, Pei Tongsi didn't have the nerve to start writing.

Among the many poems written by Fang Ark, the sentence Pei Tongsi admires the most is that I smiled at the sky with my own sword, leaving my heart and soul with my heart.

When Pei Tongsi first read this poem, he felt that his soul was trembling and resonating!

A splash of sword intention appeared in my heart, and I suddenly seemed to have realized a sword technique!

Close your eyes and chew the poem carefully.

Two lines of clear tears slid from the corner of Master Pei's eyes.

He seemed to cry again.

...

...

The second floor of the martial arts arena.

He was wearing a red makeup and a red dress with a hot figure. Ye Zimei was walking charmingly and smiling.

Now, after so many days of busyness, she has finally completely controlled some of the things in the martial arts arena, and she also has free time to find her Fang Lang.

I miss the moment when Fang Lang wrote her poems.

However, as soon as I approached the box where the ark was, I heard a burst of praise.

Ye Zimei looked over and saw Master Pei and Fang Ark surrounding the desk. Fang Ark was writing poems and Master Pei was enjoying it.

"Hahaha, Pei Bao! There are eighteen poems here, you took them all!"

The laughter of the ark came from inside the house.

Ye Zimei was stunned. She looked at the rice paper scattered all over the ground and listened to Fang Lang's grand words.

Fang Lang wrote eighteen poems for Master Pei?!

Think about my dry song.

Ye Zimei suddenly felt a little sad.

The crystal tassel light on the top of the head was glowing green.

...

...

"return!"

In Chuanwu Bookstore, Fang Zhou frowned and decided to return.

Green smoke emerged, and a wisp of green smoke turned into a scholar like a banished immortal. The scholar opened the paper fan and smiled like a flower. When he saw Fang Ark, he nodded slightly.

"Don't worry... everything is me, it's super stable."
To be continued...