"If someone writes the second couplet to each other, the Sanhua layman will not only invite the other person to have tea and discuss Taoism, but also reward him with a treasure."

"There is such a thing!" Ji Lai was slightly startled when he heard this, and then shouted: "As far as I know, Zhenjun Sanhua is extremely beautiful, and the senior in Wushuang City originally wanted to include her in the "Hundred Flowers Book"

Yes, it’s a pity that after being threatened by this woman, I didn’t include her name in the end. How could this pair of people who wrote the second couplet be able to drink tea and discuss Taoism with her?”

"Isn't that right?" The scribe raised his eyebrows with a longing look on his face, and then said: "If I can have a drink with Senior Sanhua, even if there is no such treasure, I will be willing to do so!"

While several people were talking, they suddenly heard a voice from the crowd shouting:

"Go and go!"

Liang Yan turned around and saw a man in black robes stepping out of the crowd, flying in the air, and reaching the top of the stone pillar on the right in a few leaps.

This man was full of confidence, holding a thick wolf-hair pen in his hand, and laughed:

"Everyone, this second couplet will be written by Chu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he started writing on the stone pillar. The first word he saw was "Moon". The handwriting was neat and three-quarters deep into the stone. It looked like he was quite accomplished in calligraphy.

When everyone saw that the first word he wrote did not disappear, they couldn't help but calm down and wait with bated breath.

The man in black robe was obviously very proud. At this moment, he changed his pen and wanted to write a second word on the stone pillar.

However, after he finished writing, he could no longer write. There seemed to be an invisible force on the surface of the stone pillar, making him unable to hold the pen at all.

Everyone was watching attentively at this time, but they saw that the man in black robe was pale, sweating like rain, and the hand holding the pen was trembling in mid-air. Naturally, they guessed what happened.

Sure enough, the next moment the man in black robe was bounced off by a burst of white light, and the word "moon" he had written on the stone pillar disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

"Haha, I thought this person was amazingly talented, but I didn't expect that he was just trying to impress people!"

Around the stone pillar, people immediately began to mock mercilessly, while others laughed and echoed in a very sarcastic tone.

The man in black robe also knew that he had been completely embarrassed. How arrogant he was at the beginning was now so embarrassing. At this time, he didn't even dare to look back and hurriedly walked down the mountain.

After he left, the crowd on the top of the mountain became more cautious. No one dared to go up and write poems rashly, for fear that they would follow in that man's footsteps and be ridiculed by other scribes.

These people were all thinking hard on the spot, as if they would never go on stage unless they came up with a flawless second line.

After half a cup of tea, I suddenly heard a woman's voice saying weakly:

"Let me try."

After everyone heard this, they all turned around and saw a petite and cute woman in green willow clothes walking out of the crowd and coming to the stone pillar on the right.

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