Zhong Yue also broke the jar, this Mid-Autumn Festival event is too pitiful. If this messenger NPC doesn't give pen and ink, Zhong Yue won't play, you can play by yourself, uncle, I won't serve. He also thought that in the evening, he would have a few drinks with Zhang Laifu. The old man's time is short, and it is a day to be able to accompany him.

"What's the matter with you?" Dao Ting's "Black Impermanence" walked in front of Zhong Yue, looking angry, and when he saw that Zhong Yue's clothes were buttoned, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said eloquently.

Zhong Yue was a little embarrassed, and bowed a little humbly at this time, "The messenger is above, and the late student was in a hurry when he went out, and he didn't bring pen and ink, and he asked the messenger to borrow the late pen and ink." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a chuckle around them. Even Yan Zhengqing, who was drunk a little bit away, got up drunken and giggled.

"As a person of calligraphy, I have forgotten the foundation of my life, so what can I talk about the book of songs?

"No, I forgot. ”

Sun Guoting on the side once again showed the mode of a good person, and said: "Messenger, he is really drunk, and even the round robe on his body has been stripped away, and the pen and ink he wanted to carry were stolen, please forgive me." This garment was brought by the maid here to cover up his shame. ”

There was another round of laughter.

The messenger shook his head, a little hated that iron could not become steel, "I am so greedy that even the pen and ink have been taken away." ”

With a wave of the "Black Impermanence" sleeve robe, a pair of pen and ink appeared on the table, which I don't know what material it was made of, the whole body was black and shiny, and it looked like it was integrated with the inkstone set below.

"Borrowing people's pen and ink, this is a shameful move of the calligrapher, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I won't remember you once, if you can't come up with any good works later, next year today, you don't have to come!"

Next year today, next year, today, Lao Tzu will come over again and be your grandson!

Sun Guoting, who was on the side, was also relieved to see that the envoy of the Dao Court was gone, and continued to turn his attention to his own scroll. Zhong Yue picked up the pen.

Hey?

Zhong Yue felt a little strange, he really just drank too much, why didn't this amount have any weight?

He writes in Wen's Book Pavilion and in Langya Wang's Linshu, all of which are completely 100% similar to the outside world's experience, why does this pen have no weight?

Just as Zhong Yue was holding the pen thoughtfully, the Dao court envoy who returned to the center of the dojo was also smiling. Borrow a pen? It depends on whether you can hold it or not!

I felt that Zhong Yue couldn't hold it, but Zhong Yue really thought about how this money was as light as a feather.

"No matter, let's finish the paperwork first. ”

After all, when you enter the event scene, you will already get the sexagenary branch order as a bet ticket, if the mission fails, by the way, what is the mission failure?

The voice of the system only sounded in his head at this time: "If the scroll cannot be recorded, it will be regarded as a failure." ”

"Mingjin?" Zhong Yue was confused again, what does this mean?

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

So fast?

Zhong Yue put aside everything else and thought about it for a while, since it is a book to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, he must write something related to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the calligraphy works of the ancients are not written for the sake of calligraphy, they are often overflowing after the book table and presented on the works.

In that case......

Zhong Yue put pen to paper.

The reason why the line is favored is that the line is fast. Although Zhong Yue's line has not yet reached the point of perfection, after copying the Lanting Collection for a long time, coupled with the blessings of the Nine Potentials of Gods and Men and the Eight Methods of Yongzi, he naturally entered the hall.

Look up at the bright moon that has risen to the sky.

In this situation, why is he not a stranger here?

Looking at this full of scholars, some of whom had stopped writing and drinking, such a scene, Zhong Yue couldn't help but feel some emotion in his heart.

"Bright moonlight in front of the court,

It is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon,

Bow your head and think of your hometown. ”

I don't know if there was a poet immortal Li Bai in this era, but Zhong Yue's pen has involuntarily written this Tang poem that five-year-old children in their era will recite. How many people have this kind of foreign land plot to understand? Why did Zhong Yue rush home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, isn't it just because of this kind of plot?

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Since ancient times, the road has been simple. Such an easy-to-understand poem, the emotions contained in it, are indeed deep and meaningful, why not the lingering fetters in the heart of every stranger?

Zhong Yue's pen wrote the inscription at the end, "Mid-Autumn Festival Silent Night Thoughts".

After all, the line is different from the line of grass or wild grass, although the line of writing is fast, but between the words, Langya Wang's family hand-me-down penmanship, it is still very clear. It's just that the penmanship is hooked, not the font is staggered, so looking at the words on Zhong Yue's scroll, they are all beady, clear and clear, and not dull.

In such an atmosphere, Zhong Yue still felt that such festival activities still contributed to the progress of Zhong Yue's calligraphy. In real life, calligraphy has become an elegant art, and if you really want to compete with each other, it is limited to calligraphy competitions, and calligraphy as a form of competition, the taste itself has changed.

This kind of virtual scene is naturally more convenient than Zhong Yue going up the mountain to collect wind and brew emotions by himself.

"It's time limit!

The envoy of the Taoist court sang, and the people who were still struggling to write stopped writing one after another, as if they would be treated as a violation if they didn't stop, of course, there were also some people who came to see the excitement and cheat drinking, and they didn't touch the pen at all, such as Yan Xiaofat and Liu Gongquan, who had been stealing wine and drinking there.

"Please Daotai, ode to the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Since the pen was put away, the sound of the squirming exchange was also louder, Zhong Yue moved over, sat on the edge of Sun Guoting, and asked, "Brother Tai, what is the meaning of this invitation to Daotai?"

Sun Guoting closed the above volume, as if he was a little afraid that Zhong Yue would see it, and said, "It seems that Brother Zhong is here for the first time." Did you see the square platform in front of the envoy?"

Zhong Yue looked over, and there was indeed a small countertop, with black lacquer and gold painted on it, which was very exquisite.

"Our scroll is placed on it, if the calligraphy reaches a certain level, it will be projected out, you look, this Ouyang Xun is going up, after reading him, you will know what it means to be a blockbuster. ”

Blockbuster?

How did the co-authoring idiom come about?

Zhong Yue thought about it, it must have been made up of nonsense by the system. Seeing Ouyang Xun's white clothes, looking chic and calm, Zhong Yue expected that he was also confident.

The scroll fell on the platform, and everyone looked at it.

While!

A crisp voice sounded, and above the dojo in the air, the steep European body on the side gradually emerged.