I saw the poor scholar swinging the green ribbon that had slipped in front of him behind him, rolling up his sleeves, holding the pen in his right hand, hanging his wrist to concentrate, and suddenly started writing with flowing movements.

Does he want to write poetry?

The girl glanced at her mouth, but immediately her expression became strange again.

This poor scholar is obviously ordinary in appearance, but why does his whole spirit become different after he holds the pen and writes? It's like he is a different person.

The girl suspected that she was delusional.

But before she had time to think too much, her eyes were gradually attracted to the scholar.

slowly.

The girl in green opened her mouth.

His expression solidified.

In the corner of the lobby, the poor scholar was looking attentively, splashing ink and freehand brushwork. Suddenly, a breeze surged into the room, sweeping across the scholar's desk and blowing over the white paper and black ink. The breeze blew against his face, blowing the scholar's black hair.

It was fluttering, but the strange thing was that the rice paper, which was not held down by a ruler, was not blown even by the breeze, and lay on the table as heavy as a stone.

The girl in green clothes suddenly came to her senses and walked quickly towards the desk.

"Little junior sister, where are you going?" A young man shouted behind her, but the next second, the young man also noticed something was wrong.

The aura of heaven and earth seems to be gradually getting stronger in the lobby?

The young man looked doubtfully at the corner of the lobby, which was the direction his junior sister was walking.

At the same time, many other guests in Qingfeng Residence felt the same abnormality as him.

"Strange, why is there spiritual energy surging?"

"Who is it? Who dares to cast spells in Qingfeng Residence?"

"Have you, Qingfeng Residence, collected another rare treasure? Why is there so much movement?"

"Hey, what is that scholar doing?!"

There were sounds of surprise and suspicion in the lobby.

There were even people on the street outside who were attracted by the vision and entered the building to explore.

The girl in green didn't pay attention to the noise behind her. She was the first to come to the desk. The scholar in front of her had already stopped writing with a smile. She glanced at the scholar and the serious-faced sinister man next to him with wide eyes.

, and then turned his attention to the rice paper lying quietly on the desk.

I saw a poem with dried ink on the paper. She had never seen the name of the poem before. The calligraphy was powerful, elegant and easy, which was pleasing to the eye. But these were not the key. The girl's eyes were completely attracted by the words wandering on the paper.

attracted by the stream of light.
Chapter completed!