The strongest shared male god in the world

Chapter 6 Swear to the death to defend Mr. Thirteen's reputation

At the foot of Mo Shan Mountain, it fell lightly like a feather in front of Li Kuang.

The pair of eyes under the black bangs narrowed slightly, and they took a closer look at Li Kuang's face.

"Why did you hurt my Mochiyuan disciple?"

Li Kuang smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands and said, "This is number 10086, the boyfriend appointed by the mountain master. Don't you remember?"

Mo Shanshan was in a trance, remembering the strange hallucination last night.

"So it wasn't a dream..." Mo Shanshan murmured, his face burning hot.

She copied the chicken soup post last night and was infected by the charm of the post. She imagined how great it would be to meet a master of calligraphy like Mr. Thirteen of the academy.

While she was thinking about spring, a voice inexplicably rang in her mind, saying that she could find a man who matched her imagination to be her boyfriend, and it would only cost ten taels of silver.

Mo Shanshan thought it was a dream and found it interesting, so he followed the voice's guidance and asked for his ideal boyfriend, and paid for it.

Unexpectedly, a strange guy came here today, and even reported the number provided by the voice.

10086, she remembered this strange number very clearly.

The fact that this strange man was able to tell this number shows that last night's dream was true.

"You...can write?" Mo Shanshan asked tentatively.

Li Kuang was stunned for a moment. This question is so superficial. Who doesn't know how to write?

So he puffed up his chest and said in a loud voice: "I am deeply influenced by the nine-year higher compulsory education, and I am proficient in all kinds of poetry and poetry. Writing? Pediatrics!"

Common men can still know it, but rare words may need to be looked up in a dictionary.

With the system in place, there is no problem.

What's more, China's 5000-year cultural heritage is not a joke. If you pick a few Tang poems and recite them, won't it frighten you natives?
Mo Shanshan didn't like people who yelled like him, and he looked like a bumpkin, so he couldn't believe it.

Before he could say anything, Tmall Girl who followed behind sarcastically said: "Are you not ashamed, how dare you boast that you can write in front of our mountain master?"

"Our Shanzhu has been personally taught by Wang Shusheng since he was a child. After more than ten years of hard work, he has mastered various brushwork styles and formed a family of his own. Apart from Master Shusheng and Mr. Thirteen from the academy, no one is qualified to write or write in front of the Mountain Lord!"

Li Kuang said clearly: "So it's calligraphy, what kind of strange thing do I think it is?"

Tmall Girl pursed her lips angrily and said, "Who can't brag? If you really have the ability, just write two words and see?"

Mo Shanshan gestured to Tmall Girl and said, "Mr. is a guest from afar, so don't be rude!"

Although she didn't like Li Kuang, the character-defining hand that this person showed just now was so superb that he actually controlled all the female disciples present at the same time. Even a master of Talisman Dao like her, who was only half a step away from the Talisman Master, had to spend some time. My thoughts were solved.

Being able to use ordinary fixed characters to display such a realm shows that this person is not only a talisman teacher, but also has a realm no lower than hers.

No matter where such people go, they will be treated with courtesy by all countries.

Mo Shanshan didn't want to offend him because of a trivial matter.

Although Tmall Girl was not angry, she had to shut up aggrievedly under the majesty of the Mountain Lord.

When Li Kuang heard Mo Shanshan call him sir, the discomfort in his heart disappeared. He winked at Tmall Girl and said, "Since you look so cute, I won't argue with you, but..." ··This won’t be the case next time!”

"You..." Tmall Girl gritted her teeth bitterly, her face turning red.

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly when he saw his rather contemptuous attitude towards calligraphy.

"Since Mr. is a master of Taoism, he must be proficient in calligraphy. Can you let Shanshan see his style?"

She always doubted whether this guy could write or not.

It stands to reason that Fu Dao masters can write good handwriting, but there are exceptions, just like people who can write good handwriting are not necessarily Fu Dao masters.

Li Kuang immediately understood what she meant. This was to inspect the goods!

As for wood, real gold is not afraid of fire.

"System, it's up to you."

Li Kuang called the system silently, and then said to Mo Shanshan: "Since the owner of the mountain wants to see it, I will dare to make a fool of myself!"

Mo Shanshan bowed to show his courtesy, and said humanely behind him: "Come here, prepare pen and ink for sir!"

Several female disciples took the order and brought a clean desk from the house and prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Mo Shanshan made a gesture of respect and said: "Please enlighten me, sir."

Li Kuang smiled back, walked to the table in large strides, shook his robes quite chicly, and sat down.

"I don't know what the mountain master wants me to write?"

Mo Shanshan tilted his head and meditated for a moment, then took out a post from his sleeve robe, put his hands on the desk carefully, and said: "This is the rubbings of Mr. Shisan's Chicken Soup Post. If you can copy the seven-point artistic conception of it , I will regard you as a master of calligraphy."

Li Kuang craned his neck to look at the post, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Ning Que, that bastard, did he write so crookedly?

I can't even read it!
Relying on learning calligraphy in the Children's Palace for several years, do you have the nerve to fool people?It's not too bad to deceive this group of natives!

"With all due respect, this chicken soup post is unsightly and messy. Mr. Ben doesn't bother to copy this kind of rubbish!"

"Take it away, don't stain my eyes!"

Li Kuang withdrew his gaze, folded his hands, and looked dismissive.

The female disciples were already unhappy with him. After hearing these words, they were furious!
"Bold, you deserve to despise Mr. Thirteen's calligraphy!"

"It's too arrogant, I think he is a lunatic at all!"

"Mr. Thirteen's calligraphy is unparalleled in the world, how can you insult him!"

"Get him out! Let him go! Get out!"

Mo Shanshan couldn't help feeling an unknown fire, and stepped forward to carefully put away the rubbings of the chicken soup post.

This was a treasure she bought at a high price. When she saw it for the first time, she was impressed by the writing on it, but it was the love in her heart.

Now it is regarded as garbage!
Mo Shanshan, who had always been gentle, was also angry, but due to Fang's identity as a Talisman Master, she stopped the female disciple's yelling.

Then he turned his head and said furiously to Li Kuang: "Mr. Thirteen is a calligrapher I admire very much. You can insult me, but you can't insult Mr. Thirteen. If you don't apologize to everyone today, I, Mo Shanshan, will challenge you, and I will fight to the death." Defend Mr. Thirteen’s honor!”

Li Kuang raised his head and laughed out loud, almost to the point of tears.

Mo Shanshan frowned, and said coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

Li Kuang wiped away his tears and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, what did you just say? You want to defend Ning Que's reputation?"

Mo Shanshan held back his killing intent and said: "Mr. Shisan is a famous calligrapher today. I, Mo Shanshan, a bookworm, want to defend his reputation. Is it wrong?"

Li Kuang burst out laughing uncontrollably.

"Hahaha...that's funny...it's really funny! When did that shameless Ning Que get a reputation? Hahaha...you're so ridiculous!"

(End of this chapter)