"good!"

"Miss Yan, you are truly a star descended from heaven."

"Even your father, at your age, was not as good as you."

…

Praises erupted from the crowd.

Someone made a valid point.

But some people do it simply to please others.

Faced with everyone's praise, Yan Ruoxi bowed slightly in polite response.

In Washington, D.C.

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs can all lead to enlightenment and fame.

Yan Ruoxi is a public figure who entered the world of poetry and prose, and her status is equivalent to that of a third-tier artist in Xiazhou.

Perhaps feeling that it was a bit noisy, Lin Rui walked a little further away.

He wasn't the type to enjoy joining in the fun.

Upon reaching the stone statue of Niu Sheng, one sees an introduction with over a thousand words carved on the stone wall.

Although the vast majority of the texts were written in classical Chinese, Lin Rui could generally understand them.

These are stories passed down from generation to generation by the ancients, and they are almost all pieced together from various sources.

Therefore, this content should not be taken literally. It should be treated as a story, not as history.

After looking at it, Lin Rui came to the stone statue of the Moon Palace Fairy.

The stone wall to the side also has ancient inscriptions.

However, there is more text here.

At first glance, it appears to be over two thousand words.

"The Magpie Bridge?"

The words "Magpie Bridge" appeared on this wall.

Lin Rui's eyes flickered, and he looked enlightened.

No wonder the story of the Moon Palace Fairy and the Cowherd felt somewhat familiar.

It turns out they're similar to the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl from another timeline.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as Qixi Festival in this world, so he ignored it.

Thinking of Qixi Festival, Lin Rui's curiosity diminished considerably.

The story of the Moon Fairy and the Cowherd is simply another version of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Feeling uninterested, Lin Rui was about to leave when he saw Chen Bin standing in front of the stone wall at the foot of the mountain, rubbing his chin, looking quite intrigued.

This is a smooth white jade disc that is over ten meters long, with obvious signs of artificial carving.

The surrounding area is also decorated with lights.

On the smooth white wall, there are many writings, and they are definitely not from the same person.

Lin Rui stepped forward out of curiosity and stood next to Chen Bin.

"She weeps all day long, her tears flowing like rain; she weeps every night, unable to compose a coherent poem..."

— Signed by: Shen Jun

"A sudden resentment arises, and sorrow lingers with the green parasol tree..."

— Signed: Wen Qingsong

"I long for the separation between heaven and man to be lessened, but looking back, the white twilight is already almost over..."

— Signed: Su Banshan

"The red candlelight illuminates the east wing, my heart yearns to seek out beauty. Alas, I am ill and cannot walk, gazing at the twin stars only deepens my sorrow..."

— Signed: Yan Zhenhui

…

Lin Rui walked along, looking around.

This white wall, which is over ten meters long and has been artificially sculpted, actually doesn't have many poems left behind, and it still feels somewhat empty.

However, all these poems are based on the story of the Moon Palace Fairy and the Ox.

Moreover, without exception, all those who left their calligraphy on this white wall enjoyed great fame in Huazhou.

Lin Rui suddenly thought of his previously soaring literary reputation.

Looking at the white wall again, an idea began to form in my mind.

or?

Want to give it a try?

Chen Bin, who was standing to the side, seemed to have seen through Lin Rui's thoughts and said in a low voice, "Mr. Lin, I'll go and borrow a pen right away."

"good."

Lin Rui nodded.

Having a smart person by your side is really nice; you don't have to resort to writing every time.

Chen Bin walked straight toward Yan Ruoxi.

"Miss, may I borrow your calligraphy?"

Surrounded by the crowd, Yan Ruoxi turned her head and looked Chen Bin up and down.

Judging from his clothing, he doesn't seem to be from Washington, D.C.

Yan Ruoxi nodded to the middle-aged man beside her, who raised his hand slightly: "Sir, please follow me."

Chen Bin followed the middle-aged man, who took a pen from the table and dipped it in ink.

Just as he was about to spread out the Xuan paper, he noticed that Chen Bin picked up his brush and left, a move that startled him.

Upon seeing Chen Bin walk towards the white wall at the foot of the mountain, the middle-aged man's expression changed: "Stop!"

His shout immediately drew the attention of Yan Ruoxi and the others.

Upon realizing that Chen Bin was heading towards Bai Bi, everyone's expression changed.

"Outsider, don't act recklessly!"

"Not everyone can write on a blank wall; don't mess around!"

"Nonsense! Where's the administrator?"

"Quickly call the administrator!"

"Go and stop them!"

…

A group of scholars and poets, dressed in scholar's robes and feather fans, were both shocked and furious.

Several agile young men were already catching up with Chen Bin.

But Chen Bin merely turned his head slightly, and with just one glance, he made them all stop in their tracks.

What a terrifying look that is!

There was no aggressive ferocity, nor any chilling murderous intent.

It was very calm.

But beneath this calm, it's impossible not to feel a chill down your spine!

Yan Ruoxi was equally furious.

It should be noted that those qualified to inscribe words on the white wall are all renowned literary figures in Washington State.

Even with her current fame, she wouldn't dare to entertain the delusion of writing on a blank wall.

She feels incredibly proud whenever she recalls the moment her father, Yan Zhenhui, inscribed words on that white wall.

That white wall, stretching for over ten meters, had long become a literary sanctuary in her heart.

She has always been proud to one day sign her name on it!

But today.

How could she not be furious that a complete outsider dared to defile her inner literary sanctuary?

"Mr. Lin, here you go."

Taking the pen, Lin Rui glanced at the angry crowd a dozen meters away and asked curiously, "Do we need to apply to write on this?"

If an application is required, then we should follow the proper procedures.

These people have such a bad temper.

"Others may need it."

“But Mr. Lin, no need.”

Need not.

Chen Bin spoke those two words with absolute certainty.

"Then I'll write it."

Chen Bin simply smiled and nodded at these words.

Then he turned around.

The heartwarming smile vanished in an instant.

Instead, he had a cold, piercing gaze that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who met his eyes.

Ruthless!

This guy is ruthless!

The administrator responsible for maintaining order at the attraction arrived quickly.

Upon arrival, he was immediately surrounded by a group of literati who embellished his story before the administrator finally understood what had happened.

What audacity!

These tourists from out of state are incredibly audacious!

A fine is necessary!

We must not let them leave until they pay the fine!

"snort!"

"Let's see what that outsider can write!"

"That's right, if anyone dares to desecrate this sacred place of literature, we must not let him leave!"

…

The crowd around was filled with indignation.

The administrators didn't step forward to stop it, and they couldn't overstep their bounds.

certainly.

They also lacked the courage to confront Chen Bin directly.

This outsider exudes an overwhelming sense of oppression!

Currently, many tourists have also come after hearing the news, pointing and commenting on Lin Rui, who is only a dozen meters away.

The scene became even more lively.

“The delicate clouds weave patterns, the shooting stars convey sorrow, and the Milky Way stretches far and wide in the dark.”

Considering the dim lighting around them, Chen Bin began to recite the first sentence aloud after Lin Rui finished writing it.

Lin Rui just wanted to inscribe something on the white wall; he wasn't there to stir up trouble.

After some deliberation, Chen Bin decided it would be better to relay the information to Chen Bin.

He believed that Lin Rui's words would be enough to calm the unrest at the scene.

"A single meeting of golden wind and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world."

Sure enough, the noise at the scene suddenly became quiet.

The anger of the literati present towards Lin Rui and Chen Bin stemmed from the fact that outsiders were not qualified to inscribe words on the white wall!

But that doesn't mean they lack the ability to appreciate literature.

Even Yan Ruoxi's anger subsided, and she began to savor the text.

Lin Rui's writing speed on the white wall increased.

Chen Bin's eyes lit up slightly, and he began to recite aloud.

"Tender as water, a beautiful time like a dream, how can I bear to look back on the road to the Magpie Bridge?"

"If love between two people is meant to last, why should they be together every day and night?"

hiss!

Many people gasped upon hearing this.

Even more so, some people looked up at the figure with the inscription on the white wall.

They all had the same idea.

Who is this person?!