College life is really good. There are no classes in the morning, so Zhong Yue started playing with his mobile phone. He applied for his Penguin account very early, but he just didn't take it for a long time.

The roommates were still asleep, Zhong Yue closed his eyes and prepared to enter the system again to explore Wen Zhengming's tone.

Jiangnan water town, Wudi soft words.

Zhong Yue stepped into Wen Mansion and bowed to Wen Zhengming in the hall, "Mr. Hengshan, I really want to learn small calligraphy."

“What’s the point of learning?”

"Learn..." Zhong Yue thought for a while, "Learn to cultivate one's own character."

"Hyphor. Read the books of sages carefully and learn again."

Zhong Yue bowed, "Then you have to give me a book list."

"Since you said you have a very knowledgeable knowledge, I will give you an article."

Zhong Yue had the idea of ​​a mouthful of old blood gushing out, "Mr. Hengshan is making things difficult for me."

"I love to learn but not to learn!"

“…”

Zhong Yue withdrew from Wen Zhengming's small calligraphy system speechlessly, "How can I break things? I am the host and the player! Why do I feel as if I owe him!"

The system sounded, "The system cannot change the NPC tutor's idea, please solve it yourself."

"Do it!" Zhong Yue was helpless and asked him, a college student in the new era to write eight-legged essays? What a fuss!

Zhong Yue entered the Jinnong chat room speechlessly, but it was still Jinnong Laotie on the streets of Yangzhou that was easy to talk to.

"Mr. Dongxin, good morning."

"My friend Zhong looks worried."

Zhong Yue smiled bitterly and said, "Wenhengshan next door wants him to teach me small calligraphy, but he actually asked me to write eight-legged essays. Mr. Dong Xin, tell me if this person is too unreliable?"

Jin Nong smiled and said, "You can't learn small calligraphy in Wenhengshan. If you want to learn it, it's better to go back to Yan Liu. I learned Yan style in my early years, and I only learned Han Li in middle age. Until I was in my old age, I created my own lacquer calligraphy. The road to calligraphy is long and arduous."

"I understand this." Zhong Yue also wanted to do this, but the system gave Wen Zhengming a small calligraphy. What can he do? Could it be that he would let him go to the nearest and go to practice Yan style by himself? It seems too stupid. He took less than two months to use lacquer script. If he had studied by himself and had a real talent in calligraphy, he would probably not be able to write to Zhong Yue's level without the ability to do it without more than ten or twenty years of skill.

"What else is there to be sad about me? Wenheng Mountain is nothing but Er."

“…”

Literary people are inferior to each other. Fortunately, Wen Zhengming was a predecessor and didn’t know the character Jin Nong, otherwise if he met, he would not have to fight.

Zhong Yue suddenly came up with a good idea. Isn’t this Jin Nong also an ancient person? “Mr. Dong Xin, aren’t you also a Confucian scholar? Can you teach the Four Books and Five Classics of the Late Producer and the Eight-Legendary Methods?”

Although the eight-legged essay was refuted as a cancer that imprisoned scholars' thoughts, after careful understanding, there is actually nothing wrong or right about the eight-legged essay itself. It is just like parallel prose, it is just an ordinary style of writing. It was just that the ideological confinement at that time was not allowed to write real-time political views beyond the scriptures, which was criticized as a cancer.

When Zhong Yue’s learning to write eight-legged essays is not about turning a backward in history, but just learning a style of writing, just like an argumentative essay. If Jin Nong is willing to teach, it would naturally be excellent.

"The old Taoist has already escaped into the Taoist sect and has long forgotten."

“…”

I forgot, that's just that I don't want to teach. Are NPCs nowadays so unique?

Zhong Yue sighed and quit the system. If you really want to learn eight-legged essays, it will not be a year or two. In ancient times, people had to work hard for ten years. How could a novice like Zhong Yue, who had no foundation, become a qualified Confucian scholar in a short period of time? It is simply impossible!

If I really want to do this, maybe Wen Zhengming Xiaokai will really give up.

Anyway, there are so many systems, why not just put the brushwork system that comes with this lottery opportunity?

He opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

Anyway, no matter what, he likes literature. Even if it is not for Wenhengshan, he wants to change majors.

The phone vibrates.

Zhong Yue walked out of the dormitory wearing slippers and said, "Hey."

"Zhong Yue, have you seen this Jinnong lacquer book before?"

"No." Zhong Yue could hear it was Ouyang Kaishan's voice.

"It's so incredible! If it weren't for not getting old, I couldn't believe it. This is your imitation!"

Zhong Yue smiled and looked down from the window. There were already many students coming in and out below, busy having breakfast and class, "You have been awarded, what else is there?"

"I have already made people go to the old way. In a month, can you come to Songhu? I want to invite you to attend the golden wedding ceremony between me and my wife. At that time, I will repay you in person."

"You are so polite. Brother Ye has asked the team to help me decorate the ancient house, so you don't have to spend more money."

"No, I'm just going to make it happen. I'll let Ye An take charge of picking you up at that time."

Seeing that Ouyang Kaishan insisted on doing this, Zhong Yue agreed and said, "Okay, then thank Mr. Ouyang for his kindness."

"By the way, you have such a high level of calligraphy. You can also come here to communicate with my old friends in Songhu. After reading this work, they felt that it was impossible without twenty years of skill. They all said they wanted to see you."

"I dare not take the communication, I still have to ask these old artists."

"Don't be humble, okay, then just do this first, and see you."

"OK."

Zhong Yue hung up the phone, turned around, and was startled.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Ming looked like an old cadre, with his hands on his back and said seriously: "Comrade Xiao Zhong, you have a very poor ideological awareness. I honestly tell me whom I was just calling? Are you talking to? Are you still a rich woman? "

"Get out! It's okay, don't you? Go wash up quickly if you have nothing to do." Zhong Yue quickly bombarded several of his buddies into the dormitory, "Why are you like girls, so gossipy?"

"Don't we want to help you check it out. Come on, let's talk, which girl in the category is not just from the Chinese category, right?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Yes, it's from the Chinese department, okay."

The more I said this, the more I wasn't going to do anything, the more I was pestering these little brothers. Zhong Yue simply responded casually, because it was just nonsense anyway.

"Okay, third brother!" The handsome man in a shirt and a combed hair at the entrance of the corridor walked over with a big bag of breakfast in his hand.

"Brother Li, so early?" Zhong Yue looked at the man in front of him who was leading him back early.

Luo Li is also the boss of their 312A dormitory. It’s not that he is so arrogant, but that Luo Li, who is a repeater, has eaten more than them a year...

Luo Li smiled, "You are back, so I can't come back and see you, otherwise I will have to sleep until noon." He yawned, "Dazi, next time you call me in the middle of the night, you will be dead!"

Zhang Da smiled obscenely, "Has it ruined your good deeds with Brother Li?"

"roll!"

Gong Chuan answered the phone and the few people became quiet.

"oh."

"oh."

"Okay, OK."

Gong Chuan hung up the phone, "Ayue, the head teacher said that everyone who changed majors would go to his office."
Chapter completed!