Rebirth of the giants: the devil son, pull the sky

Chapter 46

"Um"

Mo Jiuyou looked at the man, somehow Mo Jiuyou felt inexplicably familiar.

He shook his head again, not thinking about these things.

After the man stepped down, the host looked at Mo Jiuyou with an expression called admiration.

"Congratulations, classmate Mo Jiuyou, now you can start the last session, writing poems! Are you ready?"

Mo Jiuyou stood on the stage, with a ruffian-like temperament all over his body. Standing there, his eyes seemed to be full of power, making people want to get close.

"Ok!"

"Okay, put on the props!" With an order, four men in black and four beauties came up from the audience.

In the hands of the man in black is a table measuring 3 meters long and 1 meter wide, while the four beauties are holding the Four Treasures of the Study.

After the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and the table are placed in the center of the stage.

The host is second to none "please"

Standing at the table, the host said, "The man in black!"

Immediately, a man in black came up with a box.

Pass it to Mo Jiuyou, the host: "Please draw the first title!"

Mo Jiuyou stretched out his white and flawless right hand, casually reached into the box, fumbled for a while, and took out a small ball.

Handed it to the man in black, the man in black received the ball, pressed the button, opened it, and "

"liquor"

Seeing this, Mo Jiuyou dipped in ink and wrote on the rice paper:

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and it runs to the sea and never returns."

As the saying goes, "Words are like the person", which means that the written characters can reflect the habit, personality, conduct and other issues of the writer to a certain extent.

This sentence is well-written and elegant, which is exactly Mo Jiuyou's temperament at this time, and it matches the character of the rumors on the Internet. The king's handwriting is amazing.

Look at its strength without losing it, show its posture without boasting, and write smoothly
"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. "

I wrote a few more sentences in one breath.

The font is correct, but the outline is strong and powerful, and the handwriting is smooth and bold, which is impressive.

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will drink wine, don't stop drinking.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold, Hu'er will exchange for fine wines, and sell the eternal sorrows with you. "After Mo Jiuyou finished writing.

The three judges on the jury table stood up excitedly, and the first one to speak was an old man

"Good, good, good." Three good characters can already express everyone's admiration: "The calligraphy is strong and the ink penetrates into the wood for three points."

"Good word!"

"Grandpa Bei Bing, the focus now is not this, but the verse, what do you think?"

"Yes, yes, you are going to drink, what a good one... the combination of pride makes people unable to appreciate every word. It is too white for others to write poems with a pen, but it is enough to spray on the chest. This is its strength." .”

Another judge followed up: "Jiuyou Kuangge. It contains metaphysical principles, not a reason to be a madman."

Immediately after the next judge: ""Only the drinker keeps his name".

(End of this chapter)