Interstellar writer is a meow

Xiao Yue originally thought that for this course, he should be possessed by a famous calligrapher or a calligrapher's apprentice, so as to experience the thrill of being led by a big boss to pretend to be a fly.

Who knew that the person he possessed would go to the battlefield if he disagreed with each other.

Afterwards, even though the man was still writing—in ancient times, all writing was done with a brush, and he couldn’t let go of the brush every day, no matter whether he was working or taking a break every now and then.

Although the man didn't practice handwriting deliberately, his handwriting gradually changed its style subtly, adding a touch of desolation and murderousness.

Xiao Yue thought about it.

At that time, he felt that there was a faint breakthrough in his calligraphy, and it was at the time when the communication meeting was under siege.

Although Xiao Yue was brushing up the small theater in Le Zhengyuan's mind and seemed to be able to handle it with ease, in fact he had been pushed to the limit at that time.

When Xiao Yue was in class, the literati possessed did not compare calligraphy with so many people in one breath.What's more, possessing a body is a completely different feeling from experiencing it personally.

Xiao Yue herself is easily nervous.

He is not nervous during the webcast, one is because he is separated from the audience by a screen, and the other is that the fur on his body makes him feel safe.

Surrounded by so many people, surrounded by so many reporters outside, and not covered by cat fur on her face, Xiao Yue had difficulty breathing due to nervousness.

But he knew that since this group of people didn't back down, it was bound to be bad this time.Instead of smashing teeth and swallowing blood in the end, and forcing a harmonious ending, it is better to detonate everything and completely expose the ugliness of the delegations of these two countries.

In fact, Xiao Yue made this decision irrationally. He just relied on his own impulsiveness, so it can be said that he was very impulsive and lost his mind.

He started to do this, using achievement points to buy talent enhancement cards, and when he kept recharging, he was stuck.

He wanted to give up, and the group of people who had been provoked by him would not let him go.

Xiao Yue could only bite the bullet and compare.

In order not to be affected by the surrounding environment, Xiao Yue's mental power was highly concentrated, and her pale face and sweat were not simulated by the system.

When Xiao Yue felt that she was about to die, she would talk nonsense in Le Zhengyuan's mind, and it was time to relieve the pressure.

Different fonts, different writing methods, and continuous wheel battles have exhausted Xiao Yue's physical strength and energy. Xiao Yue, who has a sharper perception due to her improved talent, is also more sensitive to the malice of the people around her.

Those malice seemed to have turned into substance, wrapping him around and stabbing his skin sorely.

For a while, Xiao Yue felt that she couldn't hold on anymore.

But thinking about the consequences of this failure, and remembering how this group of people swaggered on the territory of the Huameng, he felt that he could hold on for a while longer.

This support lasted until the end.

When being smashed, Xiao Yue wasn't hurt because of the fact that she was trying to hide her skill.

He can't resist, but it's always okay to avoid it, and he won't be suspected.

Xiao Yue was really mentally and physically exhausted, and all her attention was devoted to the brush in her hand.He really didn't notice the man's attack, and was smashed in a daze.

If it wasn't for his agility, he might not have been hit on the wrist, but had been hit on the head by the inkstone.

Xiao Yue broke out in a cold sweat.Even though his back was already soaked in sweat before, no matter how frightened he sweated, he couldn't see any difference.

My wrist hurts, but Xiao Yue's heart is full of fire.

Although it was guided by my own talent, if the evil thoughts in this group of people did not overwhelm the good thoughts, they would not be provoked.This idea of ​​hurting someone is nothing compared to that person's own.

Xiao Yue despises in his heart that Bangzi has always been such a virtue since ancient times. He relied on power or fouls in sports competitions. In the era when he lived, he was famous all over the world.When Bangzi held the Winter Olympics back then, what the people of the whole country asked of the Olympic delegation was not how many medals they won, but to return safely.

The facts are not as expected by the general public, Bangzi is still as shameless and black as ever.What is even more incomprehensible to the people of China is that people without any professionalism do not need any equipment to assist them. They can know the black hands of the referees and the shamelessness of the players just by looking at them with their eyes, but the people of the country are not ashamed but think The public opinion is cheering for the "glory" of their own country, and the whole people are shouting wildly, deceiving themselves and others.

It's a strange nation.

In this era, at least the quality of ordinary people in the Korean Star Alliance is slightly higher.

Or maybe it was because their delegation had gone too far, Xiao Yue looked too pitiful, and there was really no way to clean up.

Xiao Yue's body is stronger than ordinary people's. She didn't hurt her bones, but she just didn't hurt her bones.There was a deep gash in his wrist, bleeding profusely, excruciatingly painful.

It was indeed impossible for Xiao Yue's hands to hold a pen at that time.

In the case of him being attacked, this last picture is actually useless.But he was unwilling.

Since you won't let me write, I will write.

I want everyone in the world to see that you two delegations lost to me alone.

Who said that Huameng Calligraphy circle is weak?Even if I am alone, I can survive until the next generation of Huameng calligraphy circle catches up.

Others carry a sword, but I have a pen like a knife.

Xiao Yue felt as if she was not on the field, but on the battlefield.What he held was not a pen, but a knife to kill the enemy.

On this battlefield, there were predecessors leading the way, but the pace of reinforcements from the younger generation was a little slower and failed to catch up, causing him to fight alone now.

So he can't retreat, he must be able to stand up to the moment when the reinforcements arrive.At that time, the definition of Huameng calligraphy will bloom again, and no one will be able to beat it.

Just like all walks of life in the Huameng, just like the country itself, even if it lags behind for a while, it will only be a matter of time before it catches up.

Xiao Yue resisted all opinions and insisted on finishing the writing.

Before, he really never wrote with a brush in his mouth when he was in human form.This is thanks to the time when he was stupidly fooled by the system and practiced calligraphy like a cat.

If he hadn't been dizzy with anger, he wouldn't have chosen this way of writing that a doll had never used before.But he was clearly out of his mind.

When Xiao Yue felt that the bottleneck of calligraphy was loose, it was when he lost his mind and wrote down the eight words "Don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself".

It's just that when he just relaxed his mind, his legs went limp and he fell into Le Zhengyuan's arms.This inspiration is also broken.

Although Xiao Yue was talking nonsense with Le Zhengyuan to divert his attention, trying his best to ignore the pain in his wrist and the exhaustion of his body, in fact his consciousness was almost blurred.

Le Zhengyuan misjudged Xiao Yue's situation. First, he did not expect that Xiao Yue would consume so much physical and mental energy in a highly tense situation. Second, Xiao Yue kept talking in his mind, which was too happy and too much clamor.

So it's easy for people to ignore Xiao Yue's real pain.

This property that the more painful, the more uncomfortable, the more amusing is derived from his past.

As a goblin, Xiao Yue was naturally wise early and learned many things at a young age.

For example, he was not born to his adoptive parents. Therefore, while accepting the kindness of his adoptive parents, he will try his best to make himself more sensible and not cause too much trouble to his adoptive parents.

He has always been a good boy, a good student.He learned early on to disguise himself as funny, so as not to be found by his adoptive parents to be sad and depressed, and to cause trouble to his adoptive parents.

Adopted children are fragile and sensitive.

Although he has grown up and no longer needs to be careful, this habit has been retained.

Xiao Yue diverted Le Zhengyuan's attention with mischievous tricks, making Le Zhengyuan think that he was really capable, not being pushed to the limit, but also diverted his attention.

He deluded himself, as if he was really good at it.

until this course.

He once again put himself in a tense environment, and once again experienced the feeling of being filled with righteous indignation and bursting into anger anytime and anywhere.

He thought of his state at that time, and his decisive intention at that moment.

Although his wrist was fine, what Xiao Yue was thinking at the time was that even if his wrist was disabled and he would no longer be able to write a good handwriting, he would still have to finish this competition, trample those young people under his feet, and show off the prestige of our country.

Show off our prestige.

The writing of the literati possessed by him is in a hurry with the military situation, and there is a sense of despair and determination hidden in the style of writing.

He would rather die in battle, delaying the enemy's ability for a moment, and giving the city behind him, and the Tang Dynasty behind him, the time to gather forces.

One day, there will be a time to conquer this great river and mountain.

At that time, I hope that Hunxi will return and see this scene, and he will rest in peace.

In the last night, his handwriting was exceptionally good, and he could probably be praised by those masters.

But that word may not be handed down in the world, and it will be burned with the flames of war.

Xiao Yue felt his regret and his relief.

Calligraphy is a small way, literati practice calligraphy, but not just practice calligraphy, they sharpen their spirit through calligraphy.

So what about some calligraphers in history, no matter how good their calligraphy is?If you can't be a good person, no matter how good your handwriting is, you will be cast aside.

Just like Song Huizong and his favorites.

Xiao Yue knew the opportunity to break through the bottleneck.He cannot look at the trail.He practiced calligraphy, but not just calligraphy.

What he wants to practice is his own spirit and his own character.

For this reason, he may no longer be a carefree kitten.

He should cheer up, leave the safe disguise of the cat form, and face more people, things, and more challenges.