Before Zhang Wuji's words fell, a sharp pain came, and he had a spasm all over his body, he was really a mud horse, and he wanted to go crazy at the thought of becoming a merry man, right? Ｘ

Is it because he hasn't accepted the transmission for too long, and his mentality has swelled? Zhang Wuji's tears of pain flowed and trembled.

At this time, Meng Mei made matters worse and said: "Actually, the son can separate the study room Mobao first to accept the transmission, and then accept the ...... of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting after resting."

"Change it for me...... Change it immediately, and accept the ...... of the scholar's Mobao first."

"I'm sorry Childe, the system has begun to pass on the gong, and it can't be modified, please pay attention to it next time. "Meng Mei just sent a sentence, you deserve it, enjoy it slowly, bastard.

Zhang Wuji could only grit his teeth and secretly scolded himself for being a pig's head, what a horse, he made such a low-level mistake, it was really good to forget the pain of the scar.

The pain of the previous transmission resurfaced in front of him at this time, vividly in his mind, and the helplessness in Zhang Wuji's heart! It was too smooth sailing recently, and he had forgotten about holding the beauty.

After nearly half an hour of pain, Zhang Wuji eased up slightly, and the feeling of soreness gradually faded.

Zhang Wuji used the Tai Chi Divine Skill to eliminate the pain on his body, slowly stood up, first glared at the cute girl to express the anger in his heart, and then asked, "What have I learned now?" I feel like I haven't learned anything. ”

"Childe needs to see the corresponding thing in order to automatically inspire the same inspiration, Biru Childe wants to write, then there must be a piece of paper, pen and ink waiting. Meng Mei said.

"Then I want to chant poetry, you can't let me get wet first and then lewd, right?" Zhang Wuji glanced at the cute girl and teased the cute girl properly.

Meng Mei smiled and said: "Childe likes to chant poetry, write poetry, and if you are inspired, you can chant good poems." ”

"The problem is that I want to recite poetry now, but I find that there is no vocabulary for reciting poetry at all! Doesn't it stand to reason that I can write good poetry if I want to recite poetry correctly?" Zhang Wuji said speechlessly.

"Poetry depends on the right time and place, Childe, you are facing Meng Mei in the system, and the mood is already very unhappy Meng Mei, can I ask Childe to sing to a new height?"

Zhang Wuji finally pointed at the cute girl and reluctantly withdrew from the system space.

When he came out of the room, Zhang Wuji still had no inspiration, and found that in the courtyard outside the window, Evian had come back and was ready to call, although his face was still shy, but it was no longer like at the beginning, and he fled with his legs in the wilderness.

"Evian, come over here. Zhang Wuji beckoned.

Hearing this, Evian put down the books in his hand, walked to Zhang Wuji's room, and asked with a salute, "May I ask what arrangements Gongzi has?"

"Pen and ink are waiting, I want to recite a poem. Zhang Wuji still doesn't believe in Meng Mei, he can recite poems with pen and paper? How is this possible, he suspects that he has been pitted by Meng Mei.

"Childe...... Is it a collection of serious poems this time?" asked Evian with a slightly embarrassed look.

"That's nature, what is the situation in the world this time, one thing descends one thing...... Zhang Wuji said half-jokingly.

As soon as Evian heard these words, he thought of what Zhang Wuji had asked about the world before, and asked people to take off their pants......

Thinking about it made her face like the sun setting in the west, and her cheeks were red.

"I'll prepare it for Childe. Evian left, and soon brought the scholar's Mobao.

Zhang Wuji spread out the paper, held the brush, dipped it in ink, and was about to open and close a poem that shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods, and finally found that there was no ink on his chest, and at the critical moment, he didn't expect anything, so he held the pen in a daze.

Evian urged: "Childe, I don't know what to write?"

When Zhang Wuji heard this, he was unsure for a while, whether to write or not to write? If he wrote, what would he write? This would be embarrassing, if the words he wrote were ugly, wouldn't he be laughed at?

Evian stood aside as if he was watching a good show, probing slightly, as if he was looking forward to what Zhang Wou-Ki could write.

After pondering again and again, Zhang Wuji still didn't think of any good poems, and finally put pen to paper and wrote a few crooked and ugly big characters......

"Whew!"

When Zhang Wuji saw this word, he suddenly felt that he was pitted by the cute girl, what a bad thing this is, and said that he can write a good hand, chant poetry as a pair, and do everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, this TM is simply nonsense.

A handful of shredded the paper, Evian covered his mouth on the side and said with a coquettish smile: "Childe just walked the dragon 'snake', good words, good words......"

When Evian said this, he specially bit the accent of the snake character, as if he was mocking Zhang Wuji for what the hell he wrote, and it was crooked and distorted with the snake.

Zhang Wuji glared at Evian sideways and snorted: "I don't have the intention to write today, I'll draw a picture, you stand still." ”

After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, he laid out a brand new piece of paper, first carefully studied Evian, and made sure that he could start before starting to draw the outline......

"Poof......

When Evian saw that Zhang Wuji didn't know the weight of the pen and wanted to draw her melon seed face, but in the end she drew a circle with a heavy pen, she couldn't help but laugh immediately.

Didn't Zhang Wouji say that he was omnipotent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting......

Zhang Wuji tore the paper and said with a slightly speechless look: "Suddenly I don't want to paint again, do you have a piano? ”

"Okay, I'll go get it. Evian smiled and left the Zhang Wou-Ki compound.

Zhang Wuji hurriedly asked Meng Mei: "Meng Mei, what the hell are you doing? Doesn't it mean that I can do everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? What the hell is this now?"

"Childe, you've learned these things, please use them appropriately, you can do it!" said the cute girl with a harmless appearance.

Zhang Wuji was speechless, and stopped communicating with Meng Mei for the first time.

Soon Evian came with the strings, which were seven-strings.

Looking at this lyre, Zhang Wou-Ki thought that this should be very simple, right? Isn't it just Dorami's hair? Not to mention that the soul-shaking piano sound must also be played, one twinkle and one shiny, right?

Zhang Wuji sat in front of the table, rolled up his sleeves, put on a self-righteous look, stretched out a pair of hands that were not fair, slightly rough, but wanted to learn from other women's green and white jade fingers, and made a delicate gesture with flower fingers.

Evian looked like he wanted to laugh but was embarrassed to laugh, and sat quietly to see what new tricks Zhang Wuji could play.

"Bump!"

"Boom!"

"Humph!"

Listening to this bullshit piano rhythm, Zhang Wuji wanted to die, your mother is hi! said that good piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, can sing and dance? This TM people play funeral music better than him...... r