I didn't expect you to be such a white moonlight

Luodu Zhenlong Pavilion.

As the name suggests, this was originally just a chess club, but there were more literati coming and going, and they couldn't help but compare each other, so they competed in poems, fus, characters, and paintings during the gap between chess games, and gradually there were more entertainment methods.So it has evolved into what it is today, where scholars from any field gather together.

It was already noon when Ji Huaimo and Mu Yang arrived, but there were still many people gathered at the door.

Mu Yang walked inside and showed a low-key black wooden sign, and was led directly to the private room on the second floor.

"The two came at the right time. There will be a literary meeting held by Mr. Li. You can watch the battle here, and if you are interested, you can also test the waters."

Mr. Li is the nominal owner of Zhenlong Pavilion. The literary meetings he organizes are generally large-scale, and only once every three to five years. Ji Huaimo feels that he is really lucky.

"Brother Mu, what's so special about the house number of Zhenlong Pavilion?" Ji Huaimo played with the black wooden sign that Mu Yang took out just now, and couldn't put it down.

The wooden sign was carved from high-quality ebony wood, very precious, with complicated and exquisite patterns on it, and the owner's surname was engraved in the middle of it in ancient seal script.

At first glance, it is not something that ordinary people can hold.If possible, Ji Huaimo also wants to get a piece.

Mu Yang saw Xiao Jiujiu, and said with a smile: "If Huai Mo likes it, just ask the person in charge for a piece. As you are, he will be happy to help you."

"You can get it as long as you have an identity?" Ji Huaimo suddenly lost interest.

"Of course not." Mu Yang shook his head, "There are three ways to obtain the wooden plaque of Zhenlong Pavilion, one is status, the other is contribution, and the third is literary talent. The status requires the third-rank or above and the children..."

"But if the son is a dude, can I also give it?"

"Of course not. The pavilion will organize people to conduct an assessment, and require at least one poem that can stand on the stage."

"So strict?"

"That's the easiest thing to do."

"Is there something stricter?" Ji Huaimo's eyes widened and he blinked playfully.

"Of course. There is still some time before the literary meeting starts. Let the manager come over first." After speaking, Mu Yang gave Lao Liu a wink, and Lao Liu would agree. After a while, he brought a very handsome The spirited middle-aged man came up.

"I didn't know that the nobleman was here, and I didn't entertain him personally. It's really my fault."

"nothing."

The manager got a word from Mu Yang, so he calmed down and greeted the two people behind him to come over and spread a snow-white Huicheng Shengxuan on the table in the middle of the private room, and then carefully placed the inkstone and wolf front, which was quite pleasant for Ji. The posture of Huai Mo splashing ink on the spot.

Ji Huaimo was a little startled, "Brother Mu, I'm a rough person, so it's better not to make a fool of myself. It seems that I have no chance of getting this wooden sign."

"Amo used to say that he was proficient in writing and ink, but now he is humble?" Mu Yang changed his address to "Amo" without Ji Huaimo's consent. Ji Huaimo not only didn't find it abrupt, but was a little happy.

"This..." Ji Huaimo rolled his eyes, and out of some unspeakable thoughts, he changed his mind, "Then I'll make a fool of myself."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the table, picked up the Lang Feng, dipped it in ink, pondered for a while, and then wrote a few lines of words that penetrated the back of the paper with a brush.

"Mobei is vast, and Yanshan Mountain is covered with moonlight. But when I heard the neighing of the horse, I went straight up to the blue sky and competed with the sky. It was a sweet battle, but now it is a mess, lonely and sad. Suddenly, the general died when he heard the report from the pond."