Lu Yu was already in control, but when he heard Xiao Zhuying's words, he subconsciously looked over to Zhuge Hong.

The ink is a temporary ink, the pen is the most common wolf pen, Zhuge Hong wrote this Yueyang Lou in an instant, but it is just a few witty words excerpted from the ancient masterpieces of another world, but this few words, but like a twilight drum and morning bell, let Lu Yu feel an unrestrained, invincible ambition.

He shook in his heart, looked lost and depressed, and said: "I lost! Zhuge Gongzi was able to write 'The worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world.' 'This kind of aphorism, just this mind, Lu Yu is ashamed of himself, ......"

Zhuge Hong shook his head lightly and said meaningfully: "The legacy of the Lanting Pavilion still exists. "This rat's whisker gold pen is just a wisp of penmanship sword rhyme left by Wang Xizhi before his death, and it is impossible for ordinary people to come here to deduce the firmament sword technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. But Lu Yu's ability to comprehend the true rhyme of one of the brushstrokes and integrate it with martial arts is indeed unexpected.

Lu Yu was slightly stunned, "Please also ask Zhuge Gongzi for guidance!" said and took the initiative to hand the golden pen to Zhuge Hong. He is just a wisp of calligraphy that he realized by chance, although he can feel the help of this special meaning for his own dancing and ink, but it is also difficult to get a glimpse of the real mystery, more just to integrate this method with the swordsmanship practiced on weekdays, and use it to show off the mystery in front of people.

"I see that your penmanship seal, subordinate, Kai, line, everything, although it is dazzling, but it may not be practical. If it is simply to confirm the way of civil and martial arts, the seal body is strong and strong, the regular script is rigid, the line of writing is lost in the sparse secret, only the official book is simple and convenient, it is the most suitable for martial arts. Of course, if you are a master of swordsmanship, you don't have to stick to this, you must know that the way of swordsmanship is the most important spirit and spirit......"

Lu Yu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he thought it was true, and he shook Zhuge Hong to the ground: "Brother Tai's words, if you are empowered, Lu Yu's mouth will be opened, and he will understand a lot, please accept the worship of the younger brother!"

"Brother Lu should be polite, if he hadn't witnessed the rhyme of Lanting today, it would have been difficult for Hong to have this experience. Zhuge Hong smiled indifferently.

"Deserved, deserved!" Lu Yu gained extraordinary, and in a good mood, he had long forgotten about the failure of the gambling fight, and hated each other late, and this golden pen was not deceived by the other party in advance.

Everyone present had long been impressed by Zhuge Hong's Yueyang Tower Chronicles, and they were even more shocked to hear that he had a deep insight into the way of civil and martial arts.

In an accord near the staircase on the second floor, a young girl is copying with great interest the poems written by Lu Yu, as for Zhuge Hong's Yueyang Lou Ji, although the writing is exquisite, but to be honest, purely from the perspective of calligraphy, it is indeed not as good as Lu Yu's flowers. However, as Zhuge Hong pointed out the country and analyzed the way of civil and martial arts in exquisite detail, the speed of the girl's copying slowed down, and later, she directly put down the pen and said angrily: "Don't practice calligraphy!"

Sitting across her table was a white-haired old Taoist priest, who was originally idle, and seemed to be about to fall asleep while dozing off, but at the moment, he suffered a calamity, and said in amazement: "Why don't you practice, don't you like that Lu Gongzi's writing and ink very much?"

"It's not the Zhuge kid downstairs...... the girl said angrily, telling Zhuge Hong's words to the old man.

The old Taoist priest's eyes, which were originally confused, were getting brighter and brighter, and he muttered to himself: "That's right?"

"Grandpa, didn't you say before that Lu Yugongzi's penmanship has already glimpsed the true meaning of grandpa, and now that Zhuge boy is useless in a few words, don't you just take my Wang family in your eyes!"

The old Taoist priest's face was sneaky, and he said: "It turns out that Yun'er is not satisfied with the current owner of the rat whisker gold pen?"

The girl's face turned red and she was silent.

The old Taoist priest likes to tease the girl in front of him the most on weekdays, but at this moment, the Zhuge prince who is talking downstairs is obviously more interested in him, and when he thinks about it, he suddenly remembers that this person has the surname Zhuge again, and he can't help but hesitate slightly, "Could it be the descendant of Langya Zhuge Pifu!"

At the same time, in the face of Lu Yugongzi's scorching gaze, Zhuge Hong finally didn't dare to stay for a long time, apologized, and went upstairs with Xiao Zhuying and a few others.

This made Lu Gongzi, who had already regarded him as a confidant and friend, feel quite regretful, and the masked woman who followed him saw it, and couldn't help laughing: "If Gongzi is interested in seeing the auction above, why don't you go with the concubine to have a look?"

"Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself. Brother Zhuge is worried about the people when he lives in the temple, and he worries about the king when he is far away from the rivers and lakes. Lu can only reclaim the sea and be unswerving!" As he spoke, his eyes were firm, and he ignored the sound and went out of the building.

The corners of the masked woman's mouth curled, and she whispered, "No wonder your father has such high hopes for you!" she said, smiled and chased out.

The little maid was a little unhappy to watch the crowd rushing upstairs, obviously extremely interested in the so-called auction, but her own young lady had already left, she couldn't stay here alone, and glanced at the box that Zhuge Hong and his party entered hatefully, "Isn't it just a poem, what's the spirit!" Her master is the sacrificial wine of the school palace in the court, and is known as the wisest person today, in her eyes, a mere poem, although exquisite, but it is really nothing!

After the return of the Three Kingdoms to Jin, this world may be because of the existence of immortals and demons, there has not been chaos such as the Five Hu Chaohua, but the emperors of the past dynasties, there are always mediocre and virtuous, there is a Jin Dynasty, after thousands of years, there can not be too much turmoil, and the existence of Jixia School Palace is indispensable. These people are diametrically opposed to the cultivators who like Huang Lao's metaphysics, and for the ideal in their hearts, they straighten their waists and open up this eternal peace.

"That Lu Gongzi finally chose the rivers and lakes above the temple!" The old Taoist priest looked at the direction where Lu Yu left, his eyes were a little complicated.

"Doesn't Grandpa plan to keep him, you know, he is the only person who has comprehended the ancestor's penmanship for hundreds of years!" The girl was a little puzzled, although the ownership of the rat's whisker gold pen had another mystery, but with the talent shown by this Lu Gongzi, she didn't believe that the old man would not be tempted.

"Everyone has their own ambitions, and there are some things that can't be forced!" The old Taoist priest sighed, and suddenly said with some amusement: "What's more, compared to this Lu Gongzi, that Zhuge Hong is the object that is more worthy of our attention!" As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the box next door.

The girl's face was slightly red, and she vaguely heard the laughter in the room over there, and became a little troubled again.