Twelfth day of the Literary Excellence Convention. Chen Mo returned from "Mad Brush" Zhang Xu's banquet. Starting the next day, so long as they possessed a purple Literary Excellence Pendant, a spiritual power Star General or cultivator could enter the Ten Thousand Sages Hall and participate in the last exchange with the sages.
Along the way back to the inn, Chen Mo's cramd mind pondered over Mad Brush Zhang Xu's wild cursive. Although Zhang Xu, known also as the "Sage Of Cursive," was not really a sage, this na stood out from the crowd. The woman, who was free and unruly towards cursive to the point of madness, left with him a deeply profound impression.
"The path of books leads to the gods, write onto the paper clouds and mist, past and present compete to pass on the eight techniques; wine and madness beco the Sage Of Cursive a hall full of wind and rain, recollect in three cups of wine." Chen Mo looked at the couplet carved into the plaque he held. This was the personal work of "Mad Brush" Zhang Xu. The wild cursive was like dragon, fluctuating like gods and demons, unfathomable.
Characters like these could kill soone!
With Zhang Xu's personal writing, Senior Sister's "Ten Thousand Characters Stele" should be completed with no issue.
Passing a small alley, a familiar white figure appeared in the corner of his eye. Chen Mo apparently spotted an old well in the depths of the alley, and a girl dressed in muslin sat atop the well, quietly staring at him.
"Hm?' Chen Mo turned his head back. It was his imagination again.
Over the past few days, he had this kind of sensation many tis. This left his mind very uneasy. Whether you're a human or a ghost, I'll get to the bottom of this. Chen Mo's figure flickered, and he flew towards the alley.
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