Meng Fei got used to it

Chapter 277 Who Is Your Enlightenment Teacher?
Although it is not impossible to fight, the national teacher and the saint will not just let the two of them take away their luck. This will definitely send reinforcements, so the two of them must hurry up.

Yue Qingmo's eyeballs rolled, and she thought confidently, "How about a scholar, he doesn't count, do you think it's okay for me to do fifty poems by myself?"

"The girl is also a scholar?"

"Won the champion."

"Nowadays there is actually a female champion?"

"That's why I'm awesome."

"What is awesomeness?"

"Um, just say it's okay?"

"Of course, as long as you can write fifty poems within a stick of incense, Xiaosheng will be convinced." The scholar raised the brush in his hand and swung it vigorously, and a large sand table appeared in the air immediately.

A drop of ink from the brush waved, just in time to ignite the incense on the desk.

Yue Qingmo was also unambiguous, and took out her own pen to write on the sand table.

Just after writing a few words, the scholar suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, wait..."

Yue Qingmo thought of the protagonists in the time-traveling novels sweeping the literary world with plagiarism, and she couldn't help raising her chin proudly, "How about it? Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately remind me, are you convinced by my literary talent?"

The scholar was even angrier, pointing at her angrily and complaining, "You... Miss, why is your handwriting so ugly? It doesn't make any sense? Who was your first teacher? It's a shame for me to have such a scholar who misleads my children. "

Yue Qingmo, "..."

Well, it is easy to copy a few poems, but calligraphy cannot be mastered overnight.

The so-called time travel can sweep the literary world, that is pure YY.

"Who is your first teacher? Why do you misunderstand your children like this?" The scholar was already on the verge of going berserk, walking around with a huge brush in his hand, muttering, "Shame on me, shame on scholars. And your girl, you don't understand You dare to pretend to be a scholar in such a mess, Xiaosheng can't bear it, can't bear it... You'd better go back and learn how to write."

When she learned to write brush characters, the day lily was cold, Yue Qingmo pretended to cough twice, and said solemnly, "Brother, I don't want to question your talent, but you haven't gone out for many years, right? Knowing this What is it called? This is called Kuangcao, and its profound meaning is just two words, mad and grass. Look at my painting, flying like dragons and phoenixes, doing whatever you want, almost reaching the realm of the unity of heaven and man..."

The nonsense made the scholar stunned, and said weakly, "Sister, what you said seems to make sense, but your word... is really ugly, did you not learn it well?"

Ye Tianhan couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he took the pen in her hand and rewrote the two poems she wrote.

It's also a bit scribbled, but the strokes are continuous and graceful, and the structure is beautiful, which is much better than Yue Qingmo's messy characters.

Yue Qingmo looked at him in surprise, "You still know how to read?"

Ye Tianhan was heartbroken, "Do I look like an illiterate person?"

"Forehead……"

Yue Qingmo, who consciously said the wrong thing, was embarrassed when the scholar suddenly jumped up and chanted intoxicatedly, "What a luminous glass of wine and wine, if you want to drink the pipa, hurry up and drink it. Good poems, especially when paired with senior brother's hand!" Good words, really wonderful poems, ancient quatrains. By the way, what are the next two sentences?"

Yue Qingmo saw that the scholar was in a state of intoxication, and hurriedly continued, "Drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Mo Xiao, how many people have fought in ancient times."

(End of this chapter)