HCB Chapter 410 Handwriting
Chapter 410 Handwriting
And after seeing Yuan Zhuoyue looking at him, Wendy just responded with a smile.
Ruotu Dragon King and Guizhong did not speak at this moment, because when they encountered certain problems in the past, they would not make choices for Yuan Zhuoyue.
It depends on what this guy with the body of Morax thinks. If it is really inappropriate, Guizhong will try to persuade him tactfully.
But in general, King Rāshtra would say directly that one should not do so.
So it is the same now, although they also know that the purpose of this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared is not as simple as it seems.
But they don’t have much to do with the current events. It all depends on what decision Yuan Zhuoyue will make.
Although Yuan Zhuoyue really wanted to know, what kind of intentions did the new players who appeared one after another among the monsters and demons who took advantage of the time when Mr. Zhongli lost his memory have?
But she did not easily agree to the other party's request for a calligraphy work.
Although someone requested the real 'Emperor Rock King' to imitate his own handwriting, it not only sounds flawed but also a bit funny.
But in the final analysis, Yuan Zhuoyue is not Morax. She is just temporarily using Morax's body.
She had no idea what Morax's handwriting looked like, so how could she imitate it?
So Yuan Zhuoyue declined without hesitation: "Before you came here, you should have known the rumor that the guest of Wangsheng Hall accidentally fell into the sea and lost his memory, right? I don't have those memories, and I don't know what the calligraphy of Emperor Yanwang looks like. Naturally, I can't imitate those words as you wish."
Yuan Zhuoyue initially chose to refuse this somewhat inexplicable request.
He also planned to use other methods in the future to find out what this middle-aged man in his prime was up to.
What's more, there are also the Dragon King Ruotu and Gui Zhongzai. Some people have bad intentions and are putting bad ideas on their "old friends".
Regardless of the outcome, just looking at the way he cares so much about Morax, he must want to get to the bottom of it.
The middle-aged man who came with a request did not want to give up so easily. He said in a humble and pleading tone: "Before coming to Liyue Harbor this time, I had heard this rumor from the merchants. If I really had no other choice now, I would not have come here rashly and made such a request."
"Mr. Zhongli, I know you have forgotten your future... but can you please give it a try? My father is old and has been suffering from a chronic illness for a long time. I am afraid he can't hold on for much longer..." The middle-aged man spoke sincerely, as if he had been forced into a desperate situation: "Whether it succeeds or not, I still want to ask Mr. Zhongli to give it a try first. If it succeeds, everyone will be happy. If not... I will look for another way."
Just as Yuan Zhuoyue was about to continue to politely refuse, the voice of the God of Wind, who was watching the fun, came slowly and floated into the ears of everyone.
He said sincerely: "...In that case, you should help him! Mr. Zhongli, if you have not tried it yourself, I am sure this old man will not give up so easily."
And when the middle-aged man heard someone speaking for him, his face showed even more joy.
The look he cast towards her was even more earnest: "...Mr. Zhongli! Regardless of success or failure, as long as you are willing to put pen to paper, I will reward you handsomely! Just let me see your handwriting!"
Yuan Zhuoyue: "..."
If she wasn't carrying Morax's body and her idol image wasn't too heavy, Yuan Zhuoyue would have wanted to roll her eyes at Wendy.
But she also understood that after the other party said this, the middle-aged man with ulterior motives would not give up until he had seen her.
If she refuses, she will inevitably continue to be entangled in the future.
Yuan Zhuoyue naturally also has a simpler and more brutal way to solve this problem.
But considering that Morax has indeed managed her identity as a human being well, when she faces the ordinary people of Liyue with this body, she naturally cannot use the same means to solve the problem as when she faces the immortals.
After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Zhuoyue finally nodded in agreement.
So that the other party will give up.
The middle-aged man seemed to be prepared. The moment Yuan Zhuoyue agreed, he immediately called his subordinates who had been waiting behind the door for a long time.
A complete set of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone was brought.
He began to introduce the collection with great emotion: "These papers and inks have a history of a hundred years. I spent a long time searching for them before I found them."
There was a sense of pride and complacency that could not be concealed between those words.
Yuan Zhuoyue was wrong to make any comments on a field that he was completely unfamiliar with.
He just said calmly: "...If that's the case, then it's really rare. But you put these in front of me. Are you sure you want me to write directly on these ancient objects?"
Upon hearing this, the smile on the middle-aged man's face froze, and then he immediately sent his subordinates to fetch some ordinary paper and ink.
Actually, it can be said that Yuan Zhuoyue started practicing calligraphy since he was a child, but... he didn't practice diligently.
I will only write one or two pages when I think of it and feel like it.
The last time she wrote calligraphy was nearly a year ago, because she was tired of reading nursing-related books and couldn't concentrate.
Then, while listening to music, he copied the key points of the book with a brush.
Because of this kind of intermittent practice, Yuan Zhuoyue's calligraphy, although good, is still a long way to go.
But it is not bad either, it can only be said that it looks quite decent and is at a mediocre level.
Yuan Zhuoyue currently only knows the Liyue language and has never written it.
Yuan Zhuoyue felt that as long as he showed his true level, this middle-aged man who was pestering him would definitely give up in a minute.
Yuan Zhuoyue immediately began to copy the ancient Liyue text given by the middle-aged man.
Morax had crammed those words into her mind in a very short period of time, using a method that was like cramming and forcing things to grow.
She could naturally understand the general meaning of this ancient text, which seemed to be a contract.
However, it is not clear what the contract is about, because many crucial words and sentences have been omitted.
When the middle-aged man saw the lines of words appearing on the paper, he showed surprise.
As the words on the paper increased, the middle-aged man's emotions became more and more excited.
When the last stroke was made, before the ink had even dried, he grabbed the paper that was spread out on the table.
So, this middle-aged man, who had been pestering again and again and with the help of the God of Wind who was eager to watch the fun, successfully got what he had been dreaming of.
Through his words and actions, he perfectly interpreted what it means to have an excited heart and trembling hands.
"Yes, exactly the same! It's exactly the same!" The middle-aged man's voice was trembling with excitement, and then he said with deep regret: "Oh, why did it get written on this piece of paper!"
The God of Wind glanced at the handwriting on the paper and said with deep emotion: "Eh? It's exactly the same! It's even more similar than what I wrote before!"