Zhong Yue also gave up. This Mid-Autumn Festival event is too crappy. If this messenger NPC is not given to the pen and ink, Zhong Yue will not play. You can play by yourself. I will not serve you anymore. He also thought that he would have a few drinks with Zhang Laifu in the evening. The old man has no time, so he can spend one day with him.

"What's wrong with you?" Daoting "Hei Wuchang" walked to Zhong Yue, looking so angry that he was not afraid of anything. When he saw Zhong Yue's clothes and buttoned up, he suppressed his anger and said in a casual manner.

Zhong Yue felt a little embarrassed, and then bowed a little humbly, "The messenger is here, and he is in a hurry when he goes out, and he has never brought any pens and ink. He also asked the messenger to borrow pens and inks from his pens and inks."

As soon as these words came out, a chuckling came from around him. Even Yan Zhengqing, who was drunk a little far away, got up drunk and giggled.

"As a person of calligraphy, I have forgotten the foundation of living a life, so why not talk about writing? It's better if you don't write it!"

"Don't, I really forgot."

Sun Guoting, who was standing by, showed his good-person pattern again and said, "Emunique, he is really drunk. He has just taken off his round robe. I think the pen and ink he carried have been stolen. Please forgive me. This robe was sent by the maid here to cover his shame."

There was another burst of laughter around.

The messenger shook his head, looking a little disappointed, "I was so greedy that I even had my pen and ink removed, just."

With the "Black Impermanence" swinging the sleeves, a pair of ink appeared on the table. I don't know what material this stroke was made of. It was shiny all over, and it looked integrated with the inkstone placed underneath.

"Borrowing people's pen and ink is a shameful act by a calligrapher. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I won't remember you. If you can't produce any good works later, don't come here next year today!"

Next year today? Next year, I will come back again and will be your grandson!

Sun Guoting, who was standing beside him, was relieved when he saw the messenger of Taoist Ting leaving and continued to turn his attention to his document. Zhong Yue picked up the pen.

Huh?

Zhong Yue felt a little strange. He really drank too much just now? Why is this money worthless?

He wrote at the Wen Family Calligraphy Pavilion and wrote at the Wang Family of Langya. He was completely 100% similar to the outside world. Why did this pen not have any weight?

Just as Zhong Yue was thinking about his pen, the Taoist envoy who returned to the center of the temple was also smiling. Borrowing a pen? It depends on how hard you can handle it!

I feel that Zhong Yue can't handle it, but Zhong Yue is really thinking about how this money is as light as a feather.

"Don't worry, finish the document first."

After all, when entering the event scene, you have already used the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branch Order I got as a bet ticket. If the task fails, by the way, what is the task failure?

The system's voice sounded from my mind at this time: "If the text cannot be yelled, it will be considered a failure."

"Ming Jin?" Zhong Yue was confused again. What does this mean?

However, just when Zhong Yue was confused, the Taoist envoy standing in front of him said in a serious voice: "The time limit is over half!"

So fast?

Zhong Yue put aside anything else and pondered for a moment. Since it was a hymn of Mid-Autumn Festival, he had to write something related to the Mid-Autumn Festival. The calligraphy works of ancient people were not written for the sake of calligraphy. They were often overflowed from the list of books and presented on the works.

Since that's the case...

Zhong Yue wrote.

The reason why running scripts are popular is that they write quickly. Although Zhong Yue's running scripts have not yet reached the point of perfection, after copying the prefaces of the Lanting Collection for many days, plus the blessing of the Nine Powers of the Gods and the Eight Methods of Yong, they naturally entered the hall.

He looked up at the bright moon that had risen to the sky.

Isn’t he a foreigner here?

Looking at the crowd of scholars, some of them had stopped drinking. Zhong Yue couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he saw this scene.

"The moonlight in front of the courtyard,

It is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon,

I bow my head and think of my hometown.”

I don’t know if there was a poet Li Bai in this era, but Zhong Yue’s pen could not help but write this Tang poem that five-year-old children in their era could recite. He could recite it, but how many people have experienced this foreign plot? Why did Zhong Yue go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival? Isn’t it the bondage of this plot?

Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at the hometown.

Since ancient times, the great way has been simple. Such an easy-to-understand poem contains emotions and deep emotions. Isn’t it the lingering bond in the heart of every foreigner?

Zhong Yue's pen ended with the signature, "Mid-Autumn Night Thoughts".

After all, running regular script is different from running regular script or cursive script. Although the writing is fast, the characters are still very clear in the family styles of Wang's family in Langya. It is just that the brushwork is connected with the threads, rather than the fonts intertwined. Therefore, looking at the characters on Zhong Yue's script, every word is clear and clear, and not dull.

Under such an atmosphere, Zhong Yue still felt that such festival activities would help Zhong Yue's calligraphy progress. In real life, calligraphy has become an elegant art. If you really want to compete, it is limited to calligraphy competitions. Calligraphy is regarded as a form of competition, but the taste of it has changed.

Such a virtual scene is naturally more convenient than Zhong Yue going up the mountain to collect folk songs and brewing emotions.

"Time is limited! Stop writing!"

The envoy of the Taoist Court sang loudly, and the people who were still writing quickly stopped writing, as if they would treat it as illegal if they didn't stop. Of course, some people were just watching the excitement and cheating of wine, and never wrote any of them. For example, Yan Xiaofat and Liu Gongquan kept stealing wine there.

"Please give a tribute to the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Since the end of the pen, the rustling communication sounds have also become louder. Zhong Yue moved over and sat next to Sun Guoting, and asked, "Brother, what's the point of asking for a Taoist platform?"

Sun Guoting closed the document and seemed to be afraid of Zhong Yue's intentions, and said, "It seems that this is the first time Brother Zhong has come. Did you see the flat platform in front of that envoy?"

When Zhong Yue looked over, he found that there was indeed a small countertop with black paint and gold scribbling on it, which was very exquisite.

"Our document is placed on it. If the calligraphy skills reach a certain level, the gold will be projected out. Look, Ouyang Xun is about to go up. After reading his, you will know what a shocking sound is."

A stunning success?

This is how Idiom I wrote?

When Zhong Yue thought, he must have just been fooled by the system. Seeing Ouyang Xun's white clothes and a chic and calm look, Zhong Yue thought he was confident.

The text fell on the Taoist platform and everyone looked at it.

when!

A crisp sound rang out, and the steep and dangerous European style gradually appeared in the air in the dojo.
Chapter completed!