Chapter 394 Come Again

The meaning of the Lingxiao Flower God is clear.

No matter what nonsense you have next, just go straight to it.

What you are talking about is nothing but dung, and it has no value. The only value is that all of you will be trampled by me and become my nourishment.

Since you have drawn the trail, then come normally.

"That's good, then please." The fifth-grade Confucian scholar retreated and waited for the Lingxiao Flower God to continue the next process.

Lingxiao Flower God nodded: "I won't say much nonsense. Everyone probably knows the main course of this literary conference, so I won't like everyone."

After speaking, she waved her sleeves, but saw a piece of rice paper flying up, floating in the air, emitting bursts of clear air.

Except for Liu Shenzhi and Li Qi, everyone else was paying attention and wanted to feel the charm in it all!

The highlight is here.

The authentic works of Liu Donghe!

Hundreds of calligraphers and monks picked up their pens at the same time!

What kind of articles do they don’t care about grudges? They just want to copy the original works.

But the Lingxiao Flower God snorted lightly, but it was like a muffled thunder exploded, sweeping around suddenly!

The high clouds float by the air, and the thick ground shakes with the sound.

The murderous aura turns into a wooden virtue, as terrifying as autumn!

People under the five-grade rank were directly blocked by the sight of the people who were casting over, and their hands were forced to stop.

As for the other five...

They didn't take action from the beginning.

It's just too lazy to take action, it's meaningless. They have long known that the ox-shaped flower god will not show it to others easily.

There is no fifth-grade or above present, so before the other fifth-grade moves, the Lingxiao Flower God can easily block the eyes of the audience.

As for why the fourth-level practitioners did not come...

In fact, the reason is very simple. Liu Donghe’s handwritten books are no longer tempting to them.

The copybooks written by Liu Donghe with a lot of effort, or books that he had only been brewing for more than ten years, were attractive to them, but simply hand-written books could not attract these people.

This kind of thing was just written by Liu Donghe in the morning.

The grievances and grievances of the Flower God are not a big deal for them, and these are also things that the Flower God Lingxiao thought of from the beginning.

She has planned everything.

So, she was ready and said slowly: "Don't worry, you all, after all, it's just a handwritten book, and most of the Shen Yun has been lost. If it is easily shown to others, then when the calligraphers have finished copying, it will probably be lost in vain.

If there is a piece of paper, more people will not be able to read this article. Isn’t that a pity?"

"Then, what is the Flower God going to do?" A calligrapher next to him walked out of the crowd and said, "We are all here for this. The Flower God released the news in advance, but now the matter is covered up, and he is playing tricks on me.

Is it? Although calligraphy is a minor path, it cannot be bullied like this, right?"

Lingxiao Hua Shen immediately responded: "You are so serious. I have always respected the calligraphy masters. How can I bully you? But this original is really in a bad state and cannot copy the charm, which can easily cause irreversible damage."

"I will immediately reveal the shape of the characters for you to observe and read. Nothing will be hidden except for the lack of charm."

Speaking of this, we can see that everyone in Wenhui was a little dissatisfied.

Reading the original handbook has no charm, just like drinking coke without sugar or eating scrambled eggs without eggs.

"However, in order to make up for this, I will choose the most superb calligrapher present, let him copy one in front of the original, burn a part of the charm, and then make this one public, so that even if everyone cannot see the whole picture,

But it can be seen with a little bit.”

"It's not that I'm stingy, but that this thing is really easy to get damaged. I hope you forgive me." The God of Lingxiao spread his arms and bowed apologetically.

Her behavior also dispelled the anger of many people.

If it is really damaged and prone to accidents, it should not be given to too many people to copy.

However, only Li Qi and Liu Shenzhi knew that she was just nonsense.

It was just written yesterday, how could it be damaged today?

Although the copying of calligraphers is detrimental, it is actually very small. They have many ways to reduce losses, so how could it be broken like this?

But it is not necessary to lie, otherwise the person who knows the goods will know that the Lingxiao Flower God is lying at a glance.

Then there is only one answer.

She broke this thing herself, making it shattered.

The purpose should be to cover up the cause and effect and prevent people from guessing that this piece of paper was actually written yesterday.

Also, increase your value?

If everyone can watch it, it will be worthless.

Li Qi guessed below that the Lingxiao Flower God might have some competitions and treat this item as a prize.

Sure enough, he heard the Lingxiao Flower God say: "Although all calligraphers cannot see this article, I have prepared another masterpiece by another masterpiece. This is a copybook by the monk Baogong of the White Horse Temple. Those who can get the charm of it are

The text can be seen."

Although the competition was not mentioned, it was also an alternative competition.

Moreover, this competition itself is also a kind of prize.

There is a monk Baogong who doesn't know where he is. He is ugly in appearance and scheming, claiming to be the past and future, and foreseeing the three lives. His speech is like a prophecy and cannot be understood. After the incident, he began to test the facts and wrote the "Twelve Songs of the Dragon" and finally

It's the words.

The monk Bao Gong is also a fourth-grade powerful man. His copybook is very attractive to these calligraphers, and he can even raise the value of the original.

After this, everyone's attention was shifted to the calligrapher showdown, and the Lingxiao Flower God... seemed to have picked himself out of the center of the picture.

And the calligraphers themselves think it's okay.

If you can't copy the original works of Liu Donghe, it would be better to copy Baogong's copybook.

Li Qi was watching Lingxiao Flower God operate, while paying attention to the other fifth grades.

Sure enough, the other fifth grade must have discovered these tricks of the Lingxiao Flower God, but they did not explain it.

Because it is unnecessary to say it out loud, the literary meeting was originally organized by her. She must have the final say on the process. She waited for someone to jump out and said no?

That was too indecent, and it seemed rude, making it even more impossible to achieve the goal.

Therefore, everyone sat and watched the performance of the Lingxiao Flower God.

Anyway... it's all the details, and the drama is behind it.

These people have already written articles and are waiting to break the situation. At that time, the articles will be put out, and if the Lingxiao Flower God cannot answer the words, they will be united by these Hanlins and will not be able to get out of Taiwan.

If she can't clear her reputation for clinging to her, it doesn't matter even if the writing meeting ends. At that time, this return will naturally become a joke, and she herself will not have the shame to stay in Shangyuan.

No one forced her to stay, she couldn't stay.

Everything is very decent, no one will be injured, there will be no open and hidden arrows, and only a defeated dog will roll back to Baiyue in disgrace.

OK?

I'm afraid it's not very good.

Bad? It doesn't seem that bad either.

After all, it was just that two groups of people couldn't get along, and it was not as good as life and death.

If it weren't for being stolen by the Lingxiao Flower God, Li Qi wouldn't bother to care about this shabby matter.

As for the other side, the contest between calligraphers has begun.

This is a clichéd competition. Everyone started copying copybooks in the sky, just like an alchemy competition, and there were a few people pretending to be judges.

Generally speaking, the protagonist will shine among the contestants and show off his beautiful calligraphy and articles in front of many predecessors.

Unfortunately, Li Qi was not interested in this, he was just a crowd of onlookers.

At the beginning of the game there, the Lingxiao Flower God continued to say some scenes, fighting against those who came to find fault, constantly maintaining his "decent" and diverting everyone's attention.

Li Qi was too lazy to watch it.

He was very busy and was not in that much mood.

After leaving the venue, I found a small garden outside to sit.

Let's go in after an hour, and the calligrapher competition should be over at that time.

He began to close his eyes.

I didn't take care of myself, so I continued to think about the answers to many questions.

Only by stopping every day can you achieve results.

However, before he could think for more than ten minutes, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.
To be continued...