With attractive prizes, everyone's interest is greatly increased, and girls are there to get their beloved; As for the boys, they like their sweethearts, and they fight hard for the sake of Pomeranians.

Most of these are Yunwaitian disciples who have been upgraded to the Xuan level.

The so-called mixing for a long time, this kind of punishment for the number of times to copy is naturally experienced, so when they know that it is better to copy the rules of the academy, they have said, "It's a piece of cake." ”

The only thing Nange Qianyue was worried about was, "Brother Zichuan, everyone's handwriting is different, how can so many people's handwriting be the same as what I wrote?" If the immortal master sees it, it won't be in vain? ”

Nange Zichuan reassured her, "It's good that you keep copying, if you want to make the handwriting the same, there are many ways to do it." No need to worry. ”

Nange Tilting the Moon: "Okay. ”

Well, as long as Nange Zichuan says a word, it will be more effective for Nange to pour the moon than to take a reassuring pill.

Nange continued to copy, and it took most of the day's work to only copy half of it...... Whining...... There's a long way to go.

She writes with such strokes, and Le Feiyu personally taught her how to do it.

Her mother's pen and ink on her, very high, since she can hold the pen, every day to practice copying, spring, autumn, winter and summer, there is no time to stop.

Le Feiyu always said: "Learning words is also cultivating concentration." What is good for you must be persisted in every day. ”

It turns out that she writes and writes every day, and that feeling is the same, the sea of bitterness is boundless...... Unexpectedly, when I left home and came to Yunwaitian, I copied more than before, and my life was so hard......

Nange poured the moon to copy the remaining half, and his heart was much calmer than when he copied the first half. Because, I feel that there is hope for completion, and the writing is smoother.

Sure enough, the state of mind determines the attitude, and the attitude determines the outcome.

Nange Zichuan also laid out rice paper next to the moon and began to copy, he wrote while glancing at the moon from time to time.

When she writes, Nange is not like her, she is holding a pen and writing, engrossed in the appearance, placed in this situation, Nange Tingyue, who looks cute on weekdays, also has a different kind of beauty.

The sound of rustling writing sounded in the scripture hall, and everyone was holding a pen and writing, all of them were walking with a pen.

After only a stick of incense, someone was the first to raise his hand and signal Qian Lotian, who was in charge of the audience, "Done." ”

Qian Lotian recorded his name.

The first place is a boy, he put down the pen, stretch his muscles, very proud, he got the prize is a space bag for girls, it seems that it is going to be given to a sweetheart.

And the others, it didn't take long for them to put down their pens one after another. Its practical time is about the same, and Nange has completed the remaining half.

Qian Lotian did not participate in the writing competition, he was responsible for maintaining order, recording the names of the winners, and handing out prizes.

The rest is finished, according to the style of Nange Zichuan, it is better to be happy alone, not as good as everyone to be happy. Everyone who completes the entire transcription has a prize. Therefore, those who copied a little slower did not give up and continued to wield their pens.

Nange Tingyue looked at the end of the competition, and hurried to write the last sentence: The Emperor's imperial pen is written in the first 90,000 years of creation, the summer moon, the autumn day, and the chen time.

"Oh yes, it's finally done."

Nange put down the pen, holding the pen for too long, I couldn't stretch it out, it was so sour......

She rubbed her fingers, her eyes swept around, but all those who came to participate were all cultivators above the Xuan level, and the time was almost the same, and almost all of them had already been completed.

Nan Ge Tingyue glanced at the side, Nan Ge Zichuan also held the brush in his hand, writing unhurriedly, he put one hand behind his back, his body did not move when writing, the pen in his hand flowed, and the pen and ink were completed in one go.

The eyes of the moon are full of admiration, no matter what Brother Zichuan does, he is admirable and convinced, no wonder, everyone will listen to his arrangements and deployments.

This is the theory of charisma.

Tilting Moon involuntarily approached him, watching him write, after the last line was over, he even added his own seal, what is this for?

If the four words Nange Zichuan are added, it is not obvious to tell the immortal master directly, who caught the knife for her in these transcriptions?

Nange Zichuan pressed his own seal, glanced at it, and Nange was surprised and puzzled, and a light smile appeared in his eyes.

"Don't worry, the immortal master will naturally withdraw and punish you when he sees it."

Nange Tingyue didn't know what this seal was doing, but she just trusted Zichuan's words, nodded, and responded: "Hmm." ”

After most of it is done, it is time to receive the prize, which everyone is most looking forward to.

In particular, those who won the first three prizes waited the longest, waited the longest, and waited the longest, and they were all in a hurry.

Qian Letian was surrounded by a group of beauties, ready to release the prize, at this time, the crowd began to quiet down from the door, and dodged both sides, automatically giving way to a passage.

Everyone who automatically got out of the way lifted it back, with starlight in their eyes, and then shouted sweetly and crisply, "Senior Sister Zhihua!" ”

"Senior Sister Zhihua!"

"Senior Sister Zhihua!"

Qian Letian, who was sitting in the innermost part, heard this neatly rhythmic shout, and before he saw anyone coming, he couldn't wait to greet him, and shouted in his mouth: "Get out of the way!" My Zhihua, my Zhihua! ”

The entire scripture hall was boiling for the arrival of this "Senior Sister Zhihua", and no one paid attention to anything, such as the prizes, and all their attention was focused on the "Senior Sister Zhihua" who had just arrived.

Nange Tianyue looked dazed, which is this "Senior Sister Zhihua"? Why does everyone like her so much?

As soon as she appeared, she was admired and sought after by everyone, and her charm was much more than that of Brother Zichuan.

Tilting Moon was aroused by this sudden unexpected situation, aroused curiosity, wow, so tired! What is this senior sister like?

If it had been placed yesterday, according to the original character of Nange Dumping Moon, he would definitely run over, squeeze to the front, and see what happened.

Helpless...... She is now unable to move, relying on the Xingyun chair to walk, she is really powerless, and she can't squeeze in.

At this time, the only person who didn't move, Nange Zichuan, he was still calm, as if he didn't see what was happening in front of him, and poured himself tea and sipped it.

Tilting Yue felt that Nange Zichuan's reaction was very strange, everyone liked it so much, this senior sister Zhihua, it didn't make sense, the approachable Brother Zichuan would not like her.

Nange Tilting Moon approached Zichuan and asked with a smile.

"Brother Zichuan, you also like this Senior Sister Zhihua, right?"

Nange Zichuan raised his head suddenly, "...... Ahem...... Don't talk nonsense, Moonfall. ”

Nange was stunned for a moment, Brother Zichuan seemed to be choking, was he in a hurry, right?

“…… Oooh...... Don't talk nonsense...... Hehe......" Tilting Moon laughed, pretending to be well-behaved and sensible, and shut up.

However, she secretly looked at Nange Zichuan, tsk, it seemed that Brother Zichuan's face was red......