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Chapter 95: Face to Face, Literary Oppression (2)(2/2)

The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, and it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the desolate place, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine. "

Good handwriting.

Words are perfect.

All the celebrities were like toads struck by lightning. They all stood there dumbly, speechless.

So uninhibited, so...so...

Celebrities did not dare to comment on Lu Qian's poem.

Lu Qian put down his brush, put his hands on his hips, and carefully admired his masterpiece on the paper, and said leisurely: "These three fonts, I call them 'Lu's Thin Gold Style' and 'Lushi's Crazy Cursive Style',"

If you imitate and use "Lushi's Golden Stele Style", please remember that I created these three fonts. If any of you use them, you must call me sir in the future."

"I copied these three lyrics, haha, haha, hahaha!"

Lu Qian took a deep look at the three poems on the white paper, waved his sleeves, turned around and left: "Sister Bai, you are welcome to come to my house, haha."

Lu Qian held his head high and strode down the Moyun Tower. He loudly sang "Ding Fengbo", "When I go back, there will be no wind, rain or sunshine." His voice was as high as a cloud and could crack metal and stone. Anyone who heard Lu Qian went up and down the Moyun Tower.

All the singers had chills all over their bodies, and they were all so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear.

Gradually, on the ice of the canal, scholars all agreed.

‘Who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the mist and rain’!

On this day, Lu Qian's "Wen moved Hao Jing", and the "national traitor" curses that had been in the noisy days in the past few days were completely suppressed by his three fonts and three poems, and no one dared to
Chapter completed!
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