I signaled Mr. Liu to go to rest and stayed.
After only the boss of Da Huan Mo Ling in the tent, the lord of the ridge said with a smile: "Jiang Keqing, I heard that you have a sharp language, and you have always been incapable of speaking. You can draft it, and then the lord of the mountain can transcribe it personally. Don't worry, I will remember the merits for you."
I pretended to be stunned, and said with a trembling, "This task is too heavy? It's more suitable for the ling master to write it himself."
"Let you write as you write, what does Hawaiyiya do?" Lingzhu deliberately made a face.
In front of everyone, of course he had to follow the order to'secure the identity of the Patriarch'.
But it has already been confirmed. Isn't the Huang Yu Village Master afraid that he already knows my true identity
You know, when I revealed the identity of the ancestor master, I talked to the big three giants in the big magical mountain, and there was no secret transmission. Since people are always listening, then my identity of the big magical mountain ancestor must have been leaked.
But it doesn't matter. As long as the owner of Huang Yu is not stupid, he will not preach this at will. In addition to helping me build my reputation, what else can I do
Use it to threaten me? Stop being funny, okay
With these thoughts in my mind, I responded in my mouth: "Okay, okay, okay, Lord Lingzhu is dead, and I dare not fail, but say okay, if the writing is not as good as you want, don't worry."
"Jiang Keqing's talent is trusted by the lord."
Lingzhu listened to me, and then he became happy.
A group of old monsters clamored for fear that the world would not be chaotic, and even the diligent ones had already prepared me pens, inks, papers and inkstones.
"Well, I just use a pen."
Looking at the Four Treasures of the Study on the table, I was a little puzzled: "What age is this? Da Huan Mo Ling still writes with a brush?"
"Why, your brush writing is shameful?" Lingzhu laughed at me.
I chuckled: "Okay, just use a brush to show your ugliness."
After that, I rolled up my cuffs, soaked the brush with ink, and started writing.
Elder Dazhugan squeezed to his side, and as I wrote, he murmured in a frustrated manner. Not to mention, his reading was very emotional and full of momentum.
"The contemporary lord of the Great Fantasy Magic Ridge, I have long heard of the name of the owner of Huang Yu, and his whereabouts are unpredictable like a wild fox, and his figure is misty and ghostly. It is a pity that he has not seen it for decades.
Today I have the fate to meet in the Taixu Mountain.
The so-called meet and hate late is the meaning, you and me
There is no rival on the cloud for a long time, and the skills are easy to waste. The competition in the arena can not only judge the superiority, but also benefit each other.
As for the commander-in-chief? May wish to conclude from the result of the battle, the winner is the king, and he is the commander-in-chief of the joint camp of the outside mages.
This seat frame is a good ring, and you will be driving before the gate of Taixu Tiangong. The time is set to be tonight. I don't know if the car is willing
Signed, the lord of the Great Magic Ridge. "
After reading Dazhugan, I have put down the brush, and I am very proud of myself: "Fortunately, I have practiced the brush calligraphy when I was in school, otherwise, wouldn't I lose the chain?"
"This word is written at the level of elementary school students, barely able to read it."
Elder Nalan probed his head and whispered in a low voice.
Peng!
He was violently knocked on his head by the lord of the mountain, covered his head in pain and ran to the side.
"What are you telling the truth? Just stay.... Uh, Jiang Keqing, don't listen to him sloppy, your writing is really good."
Lingzhu turned his head to comfort me, my face was going black.
"This battle is written in half white and half text, and the language is ill-formed. The most important thing is not to rhyme.
Look at these two sentences, their whereabouts are unpredictable like wild foxes, and their shadows look like ghosts.
Wild foxes and ghosts don’t rhyme! A war script of this level is posted to the gate of Taixu Tiangong. Will the old antiques in the opposing camp laugh at Lingzhu? "
I turned my head to look at the elder corpse ancestor of Bilibiluo, wishing to choke him to death with one hand.
"Shut up, show off your ancient prose skills, right? Old undead zombie!"
The lord scolded angrily, and the elder ancestor of the corpse couldn't say anything.
I grabbed the rice paper on the table and was about to tear it off. It was too embarrassing. I had never been so embarrassed in my life!
I forgot the actual age of these old clappers. They are immortal. How can I catch up with the level of brush writing
As for the composition of the article, it is even more overwhelming, damn it, pretending to be thirteen is not correct but revealing its shortcomings, is that reasonable
What does it mean to become angry? I feel it myself, my face is fiery.
"Don't tear it, just use it! It doesn't matter whether the sentence rhymes or not. How many modern people know the rhyme of ancient words? You don't look at the singers who are on the stage. Strictly speaking, you can't read the word! But the audience still applauds. Thunder
Therefore, the times are different, and there is no need to hold on to the old principles. Is the rhyme of these two sentences the key? no.
What is the key? It's cursing around the corner.
Look, Jiang Keqing described the lady as a wild fox and
Ghosts, taste the taste of this, isn't it that good? "
Lingzhu grabbed the rice paper and solved it for me in this way.
"Huh? Don't say it, it's the smell, this is the highest state of cursing without dirty words."
The second elder Dazhugan began to sew.
"My brother has eyes like torches, and he sees deep meaning that no one else has seen."
The great elder affixed gold to the face of Lingzhu, but he secretly praised what I wrote.
"Old stuff who slapped horses and beards!" I secretly laughed and cursed, but my mood improved a lot.
The old monsters saw that the Big Three recognized this battle book, what else did they say? They all expressed their approval.
I wiped a sweat secretly, and decided that I would never show off unless necessary in the future. It was easy to be self-defeating.
"Well, the lord of the ridge is ready to transcribe, you all step back." The lord of the ridge waved his hand.
A crowd of old strangers retired.
Only me, the first elder and the second elder stayed.
The Lord of the Ridge began to copy.
I saw, good fellow, the calligraphy of this guy is ugly. If I am a primary school student, then he belongs to the kindergarten. No wonder he has driven away all the old monsters.
The war books were transcribed on the open side, and the few of us were communicating with each other secretly.
"Ancestor, are you okay with my performance?"
Lingzhu changed his name and asked.
"It's barely qualified."
I responded lightly.
"Patriarch, you took a lot of trouble to make such a fuss, and you also asked us to speak through voice. Is this what happened?"
The second elder Dazhugan interjected.
"You don't need to ask about this. You just need to do things as instructed. If I guess it's correct, there will be some movement in Village Master Huang Yu before evening."
I raised such a mouth.
"There will be movement in Huangyu Mountain Villa, how did the Patriarch know?"
The great elder who couldn't bear his curiosity just asked, although she knew I wouldn't say much.
"Because I am the ancestor, and things are like a god." I started to ridicule.
The great elder stopped talking.
Lingzhu smiled and rounded the scene.
After a while, he finished the battle book.
A few of us switched to a face-to-face chat mode, and time passed slowly.
At dusk, Elder Nalan walked in and told the lord of the mountain: "The owner Huang Yu and the lord of the palace Zhou Jue have come together to visit, saying that they want to discuss with the lord of the hill and Master Qiu again."
"That job is here!"
I speak to the Big Three.
A few of them glanced at me in shock and inexplicably, their eyes were filled with mosquito coils.
(End of this chapter)