Lin Nan's whole person was motionless, like a puppet, completely immersed in the manuscript.

Donghuang didn't have the slightest surprise, just stood quietly aside and waited, the novel from the blue planet, to the people of Haotian World, it was like an unprecedented delicacy, and they could definitely be obsessed and intoxicated.

More than a dozen pieces of paper, about fifty or sixty thousand words, Lin Nan spent about half an hour to read them all, after reading it, Lin Nan stared at the Eastern Emperor, his eyes flashed with fire, as if he wanted to eat people, "This is an ancient story, what about the back?"

Donghuang smiled and pointed to his head, "The nature behind is here." ”

"Good!"

Next, the two discussed specific matters, and after half an hour of negotiation, the two finally reached an agreement that the ancient stories would be sold in the Three Ancient Bookstore, and the two sides would share them according to the agreed proportion.

At the same time, Lin Nan asked that this manuscript of the Eastern Emperor be framed in the bookstore for observation by others, and the Eastern Emperor readily agreed.

The second day, Merlin.

Merlin is located on the Merlin Mountain in the west of the capital, and is famous for the fact that there is an ink mountain on the mountain.

When the Eastern Emperor came to Molin, there were already a tide of people on Molin Mountain, and almost all the scholars of the Great River Country came here.

Prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstones can be seen everywhere on the mountain, and on-site comments are written.

At this time, many people have already begun to write hard, and if they can make a name for themselves here, they may have the opportunity to meet the goddess, and even worship in the ink pond garden.

The East Emperor shuttled through the flow of people, looked east and west, and finally came to a remote place with few people, where there were also prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Picking up the pen, Donghuang thought about it and wrote: "The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break...... Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival! Where to wake up tonight......?

After writing, the Eastern Emperor threw the finished paper manuscript into the box next to the road, and someone would come to collect it later.

After writing it, Donghuang left, didn't stay for a moment, pretending to be like this, to have his back like the wind.

And not long after the Eastern Emperor left, Mo Lin boiled, because Mo Shanshan, the first disciple of the book saint of Mochi Yuan, who was known as the world's three idiots, came.

All young talents are scrambling one by one, if they can get into the eyes of bookworms, it will be a supreme glory for them, and more importantly, maybe they can also hold the beauty.

On the sleeves, come on!, no, come on write

One by one, they are writing hard, their minds are like electricity, and the pen is wandering......

At the foot of Molin Mountain, more than a dozen women dressed in white gauze skirts and elegant like fairies came in a straight style, led by bright eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and came out of the dust like fairies.

She is a bookworm Mo Shanshan, a strange woman, who loves books like her life, and she is happy without books.

"Senior sister, look at their stupidity, saliva is about to flow out......"

"Senior Sister Yan'er, I won't go, you go and see, if there are any beautiful words, help me bring ......"

The woman beside Mo Shanshan smiled, "It's okay, if you go, I guess they will all go crazy!"

Mo Lin's side, after seeing Mo Shanshan coming, immediately began to collect the manuscripts in each box and began to select, they have made up their minds that the first place will be judged by bookworms, they will choose the top three, and then the bookworms will judge the first, so that the influence of this calligraphy competition will be greater.

"Good...... The pen walks the dragon and snake, the atmosphere is majestic, and the words are good...... What a word......"

"It's Tu Hongyuan's ......"

Several old men nodded slowly, "It turned out to be him, this son is good!"

"My one here is also good, and I can be in the top three!"

“............”

A group of old men are looking at the manuscript in their hands, and every time they see a good word, they have to savor it. They are the judges of this calligraphy competition, and they are all highly respected people of Dahe Country.

"Old Chen, didn't you find a good word there?"

So far, the rest of the judges have more or less one or two manuscripts that can be good, but the old man surnamed Chen in front of him is silent and doesn't seem to have found it.

I saw that the old man was still silent, as if he had not heard the words of everyone, and he was devoting himself to the manuscript in front of him, and there was nothing else in his eyes.

"Huh?"

Seeing that Chen Lao didn't react, the other judges beside him all looked at him curiously, it didn't matter if they looked at it, their eyes were about to pop out.

The word...... The word ......"

"Who wrote it, who wrote it?"

"Good words!

"Thin and straight, like a dagger, like a knife, this is a font that has never been seen before, who is it, which one wrote it, and look at this force, it has long been integrated, and the pen is profound......"

For a while, a group of judges gathered around and were amazed.

"I think that's all there is to it......

"I think so!"

Soon, the judges picked out the three manuscripts they thought were the best.

"I said, have you picked it out?"

Not far away, there was a disciple of Mochi Yuan, she was the woman beside Mo Shanshan just now, who had come to pick up the manuscript.

"Alright...... Okay......" An old man smiled as he handed the three manuscripts to the woman.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, these three copies were selected by a few of us, and I hope the bookworm fairy can taste them. ”

The woman took a cursory look at the three manuscripts, and when she saw one of them, she immediately paused, and after more than ten seconds, the woman rushed up, "Okay, good, this manuscript, senior sister will definitely like it......"

At the foot of Molin Mountain, Moshan Mountain is quiet and picturesque, looking at the sky, and the beauty makes people can't bear to disturb it.

"Senior Sister ......"

Mo Shanshan smiled, "I'm back!"

"Senior sister, you must not have imagined what I found, I found a very different character, I guarantee you like it, this character is even better than what Mr. Thirteen of the Academy wrote......"

"yes, I'll see what kind of words can make you say that......"

When Mo Shanshan got the three manuscripts, he was dumbfounded, no, it should be said that he was dumbfounded when he saw one of the manuscripts.

"Senior sister, how is it, is this word unique? ”

"I've never seen this font before, it's thin and straight, and it's as sharp as a sword...... Good words, I don't know who wrote them?"

"Senior sister, look below, there is a signature there, it seems to be a person from the Eastern Emperor, don't say that this person's name is so strange, the Eastern Emperor, is it an emperor?"

Mo Shanshan also saw it, if this person is not the emperor, then he really has a big heart, "Yang Liu'an is like the wind and the waning moon......"

"Senior sister, look at this poem again, I have never seen it. ”

Mo Shanshan asked himself to be well-read, but he didn't have any impression of this poem, there was only one possibility, this poem was made at the moment, so he didn't know.

"Senior Sister Yan'er, do you know who this Eastern Emperor is?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of this person, or I'll ask and say that he may not be here. ”