Lu Yu only felt a sigh in his heart, this person is so confident, could it be that he miscalculated! It's just that it is difficult to ride a tiger at the moment, and he hasn't done such a thing as breaking the contract yet, so he has to squeeze out a smile and say, "I don't know what Brother Tai is called?"

"Zhuge Hong!" Zhuge Hong said casually, but secretly carefully examined the memories left by the original Zhuge Gongzi in this body. With his Yuanshen realm at the moment, the memories of the previous two lives are clear and picturesque, that is, some poems and ancient sentences written down by Swallowing Dates back then, and he can also open his mouth to say, what he is afraid of is that these masterpieces have appeared in this world, and when the time comes, won't Li Ghost meet Li Kui and smile generously!

Lu Yu silently read Zhuge Hong's name, and after thinking about it, he didn't remember hearing of such a talented and handsome son, and his mood was finally much more relaxed, and he turned around and shouted: "Little Er, bring pen and ink up." ”

There are many literati and ink writers who come and go in Yueyang Tower, and these people may be prosperous in poetry at any time and want to leave some pen and ink. Therefore, the four treasures of the Chinese room are ready at any time.

As soon as Lu Yu's voice fell, two clever little servants immediately held pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on jade plates and sent them to the two of them.

The movement downstairs had already alarmed the guests on the second floor, and for a while, except for a few people with indifferent temperaments, they all focused on the competition between Zhuge Hong and the two.

Although Xiao Zhuying and others have seen Zhuge Hong's superb chess skills, this Lu Yu is the most prestigious young student of the dynasty, with unparalleled calligraphy and painting, and the best words.

"Is it really okay for Zhuge Gongzi to make poems, can he win against the other party?" Xiao Zhuying muttered to herself, with an inexplicable worry in her eyes. Duyue saw it in his eyes, and he could naturally guess some of his junior sister's thoughts, but in the eyes of the cultivators, the appearance was just the icing on the cake, and the worldly beauty was just a beautiful ant.

"My son-in-law is out of the horse, naturally he is hand-to-hand!" is Mo Che, heartless, in his eyes, his own son-in-law is really the world's number one romantic figure in addition to being a little weak, and now the stubborn illness has disappeared, he is really a unique handsome talent in the world.

"Phew, shameless, boastful......" Lu Yu is suave, and there are naturally a lot of confidantes around him, this trip to Yueyanglou brought a girl with a light veil to cover her face, and the little maid next to the girl was talking, who was about the same age as Mo Che.

"Hmph, little girl!" Mo Che smiled disdainfully, not bothering to pay attention to this little Lori, although he himself was not necessarily a few years older than others.

A few people in Duyue were in charge, but Xiao Zhuying was staring at Zhuge Hong, who had not yet put pen to paper, secretly anxious.

Seeing Mo Che's disapproving look, the little maid turned her head and said to the girl beside her who covered her face with a light veil, "Miss, who do you say will win?"

At the beginning of the competition, an old Confucian with virtue lit a incense stick to time.

Lu Yu just crossed a few steps, and then chanted loudly: "Qiankun thousands of miles, fishing boats are like ping!" The rat whisker gold pen in the palm of the empty point, the strength rushed to the inkstone, the ink in it spilled out, condensed into horizontal and vertical skimming in mid-air, and fell on the paper, which is to form those words, the force through the tip of the pen, the pen is hidden, the pen is back, heavy as a falling stone, the pen is heavy, the line is the book of Wei Tablet Zhengkai, but it also implies the point in the swordsmanship, the skill of picking.

At first glance, the scribes present were all fanatical. Zhuge Hong, on the other hand, just stared at the rat whisker gold pen in Lu Yu's hand with interest, and his covetous color was undisguised.

Lu Yu pondered for a moment, then raised his right palm and shot a finger wind. This finger wind fell in the inkstone, immediately made a slight "crackling" sound, a few drops of ink stirred up in mid-air shattered, immediately dissipated, under the sunlight, a touch of brilliant color, a moment later, "Louguan Yueyang, Sichuan Dongting." Eight words have jumped on the page. The gesture is implicated, in one go, and there are some accommodations with the hook, circle, brush, and interception skills in the swordsmanship.

Zhuge Hong looked at the other party's penmanship with great interest, and he was even more interested in the charm of the firmament swordsmanship hidden in the golden pen of the rat's whiskers.

Lu Yu paced and thought quickly, splashing ink from time to time, and under the high spirits, there was a taste of super long play, and even the wisp of sword true rhyme that he had never mastered began to comprehend a little more.

The girl who covered her face with a light veil just stared at Lu Yu who was swaying with affection - a serious man always had an inexplicable attraction on his body.

The little maid couldn't hear a satisfactory answer from her own young lady, and couldn't help but clench her little fist and mutter: "That guy is a thief, do you really think you can beat Lu Gongzi, it's really beyond your ......."

The little maid kept chattering, and finally unsealed the girl in her family from the state, but seeing Zhuge Hong's relaxed face, this girl's heart also began to become suspicious: This person is either playing tricks, or he is really confident!

In an instant, Lu Yu had already written a large piece of work, and Zhuge Hong began to polish the pen.

And the incense stick has long been burned two-thirds.

When the girl who covered her face with a light veil saw it, she was faintly nervous in her heart, and when she looked left and right, she suddenly saw Xiao Zhuying's expression, and quietly leaned over out of an inexplicable thought.

"Two sisters!"

The two of them were looking at Zhuge Hong, who was starting to write, and they were shocked when they heard this name.

"Is there anything wrong with this sister?" Watsuki said strangely.

"It's been so long, why did Zhuge Gongzi start to write?"

Xiao Zhuying was originally worried that Zhuge Hong would not be able to defeat the other party, and when she remembered that the woman with the veil was the person who followed Lu Yu's side, her face was even more ugly, and she sneered: "Back then, Cao Zijian was a poem in seven steps, and it was not a poem that only existed in the seventh step, Lu Gongzi was able to sway as he wished with just a little thought, and it was really a Wenqu star!"

"What does Sister Xiao mean by this, is it possible to suspect that Lu Gongzi has already prepared the draft in advance!"

"Hmph, shouldn't you know Du Ming!"

"I think it was Miss Xiao who saw that Zhuge Gongzi's defeat was decided, so she thought of finding an excuse to slander Lu Gongzi......"

Even Du Yue was a little unhappy to hear this, and interjected with a smile: "The time has not yet come, the outcome is unpredictable, and if you can't keep the people, Zhuge Gongzi has already been confident, so he has the confidence to write it down at the last moment!"

"Yes, yes, my son-in-law must have already made up his mind!" Mo Che said in a tone that should be so.

Yingying Yanyan, while speaking, Lu Yu scribbled and changed, and a Yueyang Loufu has been completed.

"When the time comes, it's Lu Gongzi who wins!" The maid who followed the masked woman turned red with excitement and shouted loudly.

"That's not necessarily!" Xiao Zhuying has been paying attention to Zhuge Hong's side, and at the moment when the online incense was just burned out, Zhuge Hong's sprinkling of Yueyang Lou's account also happened to end.