After walking out of the academy in the evening, Li Changan was surprised by everyone's enthusiasm for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The main streets are already decorated with lanterns and red silk.
Some big restaurants even hang calligraphy and paintings by literati.
Joy and the fragrance of ink coexist.
Several scribes walked towards me, all holding their most proud calligraphy treasures, and it seemed that they were going to compete for the Wenchang Monument, which was the most competitive place in the county.
"Brother Zhang, the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days will all depend on you."
"This year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival will be more lively than in previous years. If Brother Zhang comes out on top, the rest of us will also take advantage of it."
The literati discussed it with great enthusiasm.
"I heard that the Jiaofang Secretary has also released news that if anyone wins the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition this year, except for the two oirans who are not allowed to receive guests, the rest of the small courtyard can sleep freely."
"Several other brothels also have this saying. If anyone becomes the best poet in the poetry society, he can hang out there for a month without spending any money."
"This is a good thing that didn't happen in previous years."
"It doesn't matter whether you have money or not, the key is that you get enough face."
…
Wherever you go, you can hear people talking enthusiastically.
Li Changan was also surprised to find that various stores even used his method on Chinese Valentine's Day.
What brand do you collect, the second copy is half price, learn and use it.
It attracted a lot of people.
back home,
Liu Linglong jumped over and hugged Li Changan tightly, "Brother, will you participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Party?"
"What? You want me to attend?"
"Yes." Liu Linglong nodded, "There is news from the government that the leading poet of this Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival will be paraded on horseback."
"I want to see my brother riding a horse."
Li Changan touched Liu Linglong's head and said with a smile, "Do we, Linglong, want to participate in the poetry meeting?"
Liu Linglong pouted slightly, "I don't think there's anything I can do about it, but my sister's paintings and calligraphy can be hung up, right?"
Li Changan was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands and said, "It's really okay."
Liu Zhiyin came over and patted Li Changan's arm, "You know what Linglong said, I'm just practicing at home."
"How can it be hung together with the calligraphy and paintings of literati?"
Li Changan squeezed Liu Zhiyin's hand, "Why not? I think it's fine."
After thinking about it, Li Changan said with a smile, "My dear friend, just copy the Qinglian style calligraphy, and then I will hang it out for you."
"No." Liu Zhiyin shook his head quickly, with a faint blush on his face, "I feel embarrassed just thinking about it."
"What's so embarrassing about this?" The more Li Changan thought about it, the more appropriate he felt, "I'll hang it in the academy for you."
When he heard that Chang'an wanted to hang his calligraphy in the academy, Liu Zhiyin shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, no..."
"Zhiyin." Li Changan grabbed Liu Zhiyin's shoulders with both hands, lowered his head and said seriously, "I will also write with you, and let Liu Zhiyin and Li Changan's names be put together."
Liu Zhiyin looked into Li Changan's eyes and was stunned for a moment before nodding.
Just do whatever comes to mind, Li Changan took out the identity jade token,
"Brother An, I have calligraphy and paintings to take out during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but they are just copies of Qinglian calligraphy. There are two paintings in total. - Bing Thirty-three"
After a while, Annan's reply came, "Brother Li, are you kidding me? Are you going to copy Qinglian's calligraphy? - Bing32"
"My close friend likes the Qinglian style. I plan to copy it with her. When the time comes, it will hang in the academy and will not be sent to the capital. - Bing Thirty-three"
"Am I crazy or are you crazy? This is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, can you be more serious? - Bing 32"
"Forget it, you haven't done this kind of thing once or twice, I'm convinced. - Bing32"
“Brother An, do you want to come with me?——Bing Thirty-Three”
"Go away.——Bing thirty-two"
Annan put down his identity badge and took a sip of wine angrily.
Across from me, Zhou Ziyu, who had been absent-minded recently, looked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Isn't it that guy Li Chang'an? He said that he and Miss Liu are going to copy the Green Lotus Body, and then hang it in the academy together."
Zhou Ziyu spit out the wine in his mouth when he heard this, "He is going to copy Qinglian's calligraphy?"
"I'm also convinced. You can't be such a fool, right? You can't write in Taibai cursive script, but you just copy the calligraphy of your enemy."
Zhou Ziyu couldn't laugh or cry, "Brother Li obviously doesn't take the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival seriously. He may not even appreciate these literary qualities."
Annan leaned back on his chair helplessly, "That guy is a monster..."
"Drink, drink, and ignore that monster." Zhou Ziyu poured wine for Annan.
…
Fengchuan Prefecture in the north,
battlefield border,
The army of beasts that covered the mountains and plains could not be seen at a glance, blocking the world from sight.
The earth rumbled and shook, and from a distance, it looked like a mountain range was rushing towards the human border.
At the human border, there was only a lone white figure, walking towards the border step by step.
The white figure turned back and looked at the war luck coming like a tide behind him.
The luck of the war was getting better and better, but when it came to the border between the two tribes, a huge gap appeared in the border, which was a full fifty miles away.
The goal of the army of beasts all over the mountains and plains is this fifty-mile gap in luck!
The white figure had a solemn look on his face. His gaze was not on the army of beasts that looked like mountains falling down, but on the farther north.
Around his body, seal characters exuding colorful brilliance appeared quietly.
These seal characters are like beautiful jade, with a solemn appearance and substance, turning into meteors that rush out of the scope of the human race's war luck.
"boom!"
"boom!"
…
Five-colored jade seal characters continued to fall into the ground, setting off waves of air that overturned the army of beasts within a ten-mile radius to the ground.
Bright colorful marks appeared on the ground. These marks were raging on the ground and connected together in the blink of an eye.
The white figure was originally walking in the human territory, but then walked out the next moment.
"Boom!"
A pillar of colorful light suddenly rose into the sky.
Reflect the sky into boundless splendor.
"This monster race is really disgusting." The white figure said softly.
Pieces of light curtains rushed out from the colorful light pillars, like curtains covering the sky, sweeping away in all directions.
The brilliance was magnificent and gorgeous, turning the originally oppressive demon sky into a fairyland.
Wherever the light curtain passed, the army of beasts was instantly smashed into a pile of minced meat.
The strong smell of blood suddenly filled the air.
"Those dirty things still want to enter our human territory?"
The colorful jade seal characters on the white figure are still emerging, and they continue to fly deeper into the demon clan's territory.
"On an auspicious day, the weather is good, and General Mu will be happy with the emperor. The long sword is caressed by the jade ear, and the jade ring is ringing..."
Each colorful jade seal character is like a mountain, suppressing it.
The army of beasts that filled the mountains and plains could not stop the white figure from advancing.
"Zhenyang, after fifty years, you finally came out of your turtle shell."
A figure came from the northern sky.
Each step spanned dozens of miles, leaving a strange bloody light in the sky.
"Chitong, it's you..." The white figure is none other than Duke Zhenyang.
The red pupils went from extremely moving to extremely still in an instant, like a nail, stuck in the void. He looked down at Duke Zhenyang, his voice was as cold as gold and iron.
"Fifty years have passed and you are still using the chapter "Eastern Emperor Taiyi" from Qu Sheng's "Nine Songs"."
"It's enough to deal with you bastards, isn't it? I haven't cultivated this piece of "Donghuang Taiyi" to this extent?" Zhenyang Gong chuckled.
Behind him, the colorful brilliance blocked the fifty-mile gap in luck, and it was still spreading.
Chi Tong's eyes were like copper bells. He was a third-level expert of the Sirius Clan, but when he saw this old opponent in front of him, he was still not sure of victory.
"This time, you humans dug your own grave. You even lost your luck in war. Fengchuan Mansion has twenty-six luck gaps, and you can't stop them."
"It is better to shrink the war luck and give up the three thousand miles of land in the north of Fengchuan, otherwise the war will not only be in Fengchuan Prefecture."
The smile on Duke Zhenyang's face suddenly became stiff, and the cold light in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.
The luck of the war has been so bad, but it was only recently discovered that those guys in the north are really going to die.
There is a traitor within the human race!
And it’s at least level three, otherwise you can’t change the luck of war at all!
"Today is the tenth day of August." Chitong stared at Duke Zhenyang, "The human territory behind you should be celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival in full swing, right?"
"Maybe this year's Mid-Autumn Festival will also be a grand event for our demon clan."
"And your head will be used as a sacrifice for this grand event."
Duke Zhenyang's aura surged instantly, and the colorful brilliance covered half of the sky.
"Having not seen each other for fifty years, is Tangtang Chitong still just talking?"
"Of course not." Chitong still maintained his human form, but there was a cruel and ferocious smile on his lips, "It should be almost done now."
Before the words fell,
Duke Zhenyang's expression suddenly changed. Less than ten miles behind him, another figure appeared, but behind this figure, seven bloody tails were slowly wagging.