The wall was covered in ink stains, but now only one poem remains.
The characters were written in extremely large characters, yet they appeared excessively thin, like withered bamboo.
The strokes are hasty and sloppy; the characters themselves are hardly attractive.
However, when one's gaze falls upon the words themselves...
"In my drunken stupor, I pick up my lamp to examine my sword; in my dreams, I hear the bugles echoing through the camps."
...
"Poor thing, his hair has turned white."
The moment Xiao Yunshuo's gaze met hers, it was as if she had been struck by lightning.
She subconsciously began to recite them silently, and the clanging sounds of swords and horses, the tragic desolation of heroes meeting their end, struck her heart heavily.
She stood there stunned, her eyes filled with shock, as if she had been seized by an invisible force, unable to recover for a long time.
Yan Zhibai, standing to the side, reacted even more violently!
I felt a surge of heat rush to my head, and my whole body trembled slightly with excitement.
The magnificent scenes and profound emotions depicted in the poem surged and roared in his mind like a tidal wave.
He seemed to see the cold moon over the frontier, the iron horses and icy rivers that his father had described in his writings!
Draw it! It must be drawn!
The thought exploded like an instinct. Yan Zhibai disregarded his demeanor, took two quick steps forward, and abruptly unloaded the book basket from his back.
He sat cross-legged on the floor. The basket contained not books, but his treasured art supplies.
Wolf-hair brushes of various sizes, exquisite porcelain dishes filled with various colors of pigments, palettes, ink sticks, and a thick stack of fine Xuan paper.
Yan Zhibai's hands trembled slightly, but his movements were surprisingly fast.
He quickly pulled out the largest sheet of Xuan paper and spread it out, then precisely pulled out several wolf hair brushes of different sizes from the brush holder.
Without even grinding the ink stick, he grabbed a lump of thick ink and rapidly spun and pressed it into the inkstone, the ink quickly spreading. He took a deep breath, his gaze instantly becoming incredibly focused, as if the surrounding noise had vanished…
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