Lan Ningshuang shouted coldly: "Tang Xuan, don't go too far!"
Under the confused eyes of all the guests, Tang Xuan walked into the lobby: "I'm just telling the truth, is this too much?
As we all know, in Wudaigan, it is not so easy for the groom to uncover the bride's veil.
And the more thought the groom puts into uncovering the fan, it also shows that the groom attaches more importance to the bride. Mr. Qin, I don’t know if I am right?"
Meng Xue and Qin Jianan looked at each other, wondering what this person meant.
Qin An's face was ugly, and he took a step forward: "My eldest brother's wedding can be revealed however he wants, and it has nothing to do with you!"
Tang Xuan turned his head and looked up after hearing this, his smile disappeared, and he said with a cold expression: "I'm talking to your eldest brother, why are you interrupting? Is the Qin family so unruly?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Boss Mo waved his sleeve, and a strong wind went straight through the lobby, shaking Qin Ansheng to the beam and pillar beside him, making a loud bang.
"An'er!" Qin Jianan and Er Niang exclaimed.
All the guests took a deep breath.
Lan Ningshuang and Xing Sheng stood up and glared at the situation. Looking at the situation, they seemed to be ready to start a fight if they disagreed. Some of the guests sitting outside had even sneaked away.
The clay figurine was still angry, but Qin Feng could no longer bear it. He stepped forward and said expressionlessly: "What do you want?"
"Master Qin, what do you mean? I just want to follow the etiquette."
"Then I will listen to your etiquette."
"Generally speaking, if you want to unveil the fan, the bridegroom has to write a poem about fanning, but Mr. Qin is a student of the Literary Saints, so a poem about fanning is not a problem. If you really want to do this, it would be a bit boring. Got it
How about this, the two of us each write a poem, discuss and compare it with each other, which can add a bit of fun to the wedding. What do you think?" After saying this, Tang Xuan took out a jade pendant from his waist space. A black writing brush with a blood-stained tip.
When Lan Ningshuang saw this thing, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Killing pen!"
Qin Feng also frowned when he heard this. It was mentioned in the book that the so-called murderous pen is a treasure that can materialize the artistic conception in poetry. Although this object cannot cause actual harm, it can break the poem. It is the platform for asking the mind of the saints, and once the platform for asking the mind is broken, the followers of the saintly way will no longer have the connection with the saintly way.
It turns out that this guy has been thinking about this all along. I was worried that I couldn't teach you a lesson. Since you are seeking death, I will help you. Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
In this world, as far as poetry is concerned, as far as he is concerned, there is no one who can beat him!
"That's it"
"No!"
Before Qin Feng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lan Ningshuang, who walked to his side and whispered: "Tang Xuan is studying at Haowen Academy in Fengtian City. He has entered the eighth-level Ming state of the literary saint not long ago. You But he is a ninth-grade Wen Saint, how can he compete with him? Don’t be reckless!"
Seeing this, Tang Xuan sneered and said: "If Mr. Qin is afraid, it's okay. But this etiquette is not enough. If you want to uncover the bride's fan, I will not agree."
This is a naked threat!
Qin Feng glanced at the other party and said calmly: "Miss Lan, there is no need to say more, I have made up my mind."
"you"
"Okay! Scholars should have such courage!" Tang Xuan laughed, and immediately threw the killer pen in his hand into the air.
Everyone saw that with the murderous pen as the center, a translucent white light shield spread instantly, and in the blink of an eye, Tang Xuan and Qin Feng were enveloped in it.
Tang Xuan succeeded in his treacherous plan and couldn't help but look at Qin Feng with a sneer on his face, the killing intent in his eyes almost turned into reality.
However, Qin Feng was unmoved and asked instead: "I wonder, Mr. Tang, is there any limit to the content of the poem?"
"Everyone in the world knows that Miss Liu is extremely talented and her attainments in swordsmanship are beyond the reach of ordinary people. In this case, we will each write a poem related to swords."
The sword is the master of killing, and the sword is used as poetry. The artistic conception in the poem must be mainly about killing. He really does not hide his murderous intention. Qin Feng thought this way.
Looking at Tang Xuan again, as soon as he finished speaking, he moved his fingers in the void. What was surprising was that wherever his fingertips passed, there was a golden light, and lines of poetry jumped out in the void.
Is this the power of the Killing Pen?
Outside the mask, Lan Ningshuang saw that Qin Feng was still in a daze, and reminded anxiously: "Hurry up and compose your poems. The Killing Heart Pen will materialize the artistic conception in the poems. Although both parties will not kill the heart before the poems are completed, if they are killed by the other party,
The artistic conception in the poem affects you, and it will be difficult for you to write poetry again!"
"It's already too late!" Tang Xuan couldn't help but laugh wildly as he drew the last stroke with his finger. He saw a burst of dazzling golden light from the gold-lettered poems in the void. Within a moment, within the light shield of the murderous pen, at a glance, there were all
The densely packed swords exude astonishing killing intent!
"Death!" Tang Xuan shouted, and countless imaginary swords criss-crossed, the sound of the swords trembled, and they slashed straight at Qin Feng.
But everyone present never expected that the latter would slowly close his eyes under such a battle.
"Stupid, the concrete artistic conception in the poem affects the state of mind. What's the use of closing your eyes? Come and die!" Tang Xuan looked crazy.
As soon as the voice fell, thousands of swords flew together, and the sword light crisscrossed, all passing through him.
"Feng'er!" Qin Jianan and Er Niang stood up and exclaimed.
"Brother!" Qin An, who was leaning on the beam and clutching his chest, was filled with tears.
"Uncle!" Xing Sheng and Lan Ningshuang attacked the mask at the same time. However, the Killing Pen is a very powerful weapon. How can they break through it with their strength?
Tang Xuan's arrogant laughter was so harsh. He firmly believed that with Qin Feng's ninth-grade literary saint's strength, even if his liver and gallbladder were not frightened to death in such a battle, it was not far behind. But the next one
The sound made his laughter stop abruptly.
"That's the only way?" Qin Feng opened his eyes, his face expressionless.
Everyone present looked surprised when they saw that Qin Feng was fine, except for Tang Xuan: "No, it's impossible. You are only a ninth-grade literary saint, how can you resist the murderous mood in my poem?!"
"The combination of rhetoric and murderous intent is worthy of being called poetry?" Qin Feng slowly raised his right hand, pointed it at the void, and said lightly: "Let me teach you, what is called poetry!"
They all looked at me carefully with their eyes wide open, I am going to show off!
No, the scholar's affairs should be made holy to others.
Qin Feng waved his fingertips, and golden words jumped out, and he saw - "A long sword and a glass of wine, a man has a small heart."
Linkong's murder pen vibrated, and the golden words flashed. A knight holding a sword in his right hand and a wine bottle in his left hand slowly walked out of the words and came behind Qin Feng.
I saw the knight raised his head to drink, then raised his sword and swung it. All the sharp swords that Tang Xuan had evolved from poetry were knocked back!
Tang Xuan's eyes widened and he said in a trembling voice: "You obviously haven't completed the poem yet, so why can your artistic conception be embodied?!"
Qin Feng ignored it, slid his finger again, and saw again - "The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star."
With a neighing sound, a white horse covered with a silver saddle leaped in front of the knight. The knight put down the wine bottle, raised his sword and rushed straight towards the countless sharp blades.
The white figure was as fast as lightning, and the sound of golden roar was heard endlessly. Within a moment, the knight rode the white horse back to Qin Feng's side, but on Tang Xuan's side, the thousands of sharp blades that had evolved poetically were gone!
Tang Xuan's face turned pale in an instant. The other party only wrote two lines of poetry, but all his poetry was defeated. If the poem was completed, his heart-asking platform would definitely be chopped off by Killer Pen!
Seeing Qin Feng's fingers sliding again, Tang Xuan hurriedly said: "Wait, wait, I admit defeat!"
"It's already too late." Qin Feng responded coldly, drawing a few afterimages with his fingers, and the third line of the poem was completed - "Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"
The knight's eyes, transformed by poetry, suddenly opened, and he saw a wave of the long sword in his hand. Ten steps away, Tang Xuan felt as if his head had been chopped off, and he let out a shrill scream instantly, and his clothes on his back were covered with cold sweat.
wet.
His hair was disheveled, his body was trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot, which was in sharp contrast to his previous arrogant appearance.
"I am the son of Minister of War, if you dare to kill me at the Questioning Platform and destroy the foundation of my practice, my father will not let you go!
Did you hear that? If you dare to finish writing the poem, my father will definitely send people to crush your Qin Mansion!"
Qin Feng was unmoved. The two sides had already reached a fight to the death. Even if he let the other side go, with Tang Xuan's character, he would definitely settle the score later. In this case, it would be better to cut off his foundation and cut off his fangs now!
Swipe your fingertips, use your fingers as swords, and write down words as a sword!
"No, no! Mr. Mo, save me!" Tang Xuan screamed hysterically.
Upon hearing this, the old man in green robe appeared in the lobby instantly. He turned his hands into palms and hit the light shield with all his strength.
However, even with his strength, he could not defeat the protective barrier built by the Killing Heart Pen!
Seeing this scene, Mr. Mo immediately shouted: "Boy, stop now, otherwise even if you are the Liu family's husband, I will crush you to ashes!"
But Mr. Mo would never have thought that facing his own threat, he would get a cold glance from Qin Feng.
And the last line of the poem is finally completed.
"When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide your merit and fame!"