【Daily】Huahua, what are you writing?!
Huacheng now wanted to break the pen in his hand.
Because he really, really doesn't like practicing calligraphy.
When he was a child, Mo Qiuyan asked him to practice calligraphy.
It turned out to be of no use, and instead increased his aversion to writing.
But even if he becomes an expert, he still has to practice.
Of course it was Mo Qiuyan who forced him to do so.
In fact, Huacheng had every reason not to write.
But Mo Qiuyan's words made him practice calligraphy obediently.
"Xiao Honghong, with your handwriting like this, do you want someone else to write your love letters to His Highness from now on?!"
“…”
At this moment, a certain tragic Xueyu Tanhua was holding a pen and sadly copying calligraphy.
The calligraphy copybook was written by Mo Qiuyan for a scholar in Yunfan Valley who had good handwriting.
The content is "If I, Xueyu Tanhua, cannot copy this calligraphy well, I will be the biggest coward in the three realms."
The scholar was sweating coldly when he wrote this.
My hands were shaking a little, and I wasted several pages of paper just writing a short sentence.
Finally, he finished writing when Mo Qiuyan promised not to reveal who wrote it.
Who wants to be hated by a bad-tempered ghost king?!
The scholar was right.
Huacheng really wanted to chop off the ghost who wrote the calligraphy.
He hated these pieces of paper.
One time, he took advantage of Mo Qiuyan's return to the valley and had the calligraphy set chopped up.
As it turned out, Mo Qiuyan had anticipated this and copied a large number of them in advance.
Hua Cheng looked at a piece of paper with the words "If you continue to waste and destroy paper and fail to copy this calligraphy well, I, Xueyu Tanhua, will be the biggest coward in the Three Realms" written on it, and silently took on the fate he had to face and went to Yunfan Valley.
You asked him why he didn't just find someone in the ghost market to help him write?
First of all, Mo Qiuyan would definitely be able to see it.
Secondly, Huacheng didn’t want the three realms to know that the mighty Ghost King of Despair actually asked others to write calligraphy for him.
The content is so embarrassing.
So the story went that the two men fought again and cut off a hill near Yunfan Valley.
Going to heaven is confusing again.
What on earth do these two ghosts mean?!
What's the relationship like?!
Why is there still a fight?!
…
Well, fighting only happens in a few cases.
Mo Qiuyan's actions were indeed touching on Huacheng's sensitive spot.
Most of the time Huacheng can calm down and write.
But he refused to write the previous few copybooks.
Mo Qiuyan is not some royal prince, so when she urges Hua Cheng to write, sometimes Hua Cheng ignores her.
Huacheng: What the hell is there to practice for?
…
The scholar before had refused to write calligraphy no matter what.
Because he saw Huacheng looking for someone with a fierce look on his face, risking his life.
Mo Qiuyan had no choice but to find some works of calligraphy masters for Huacheng to copy.
but,
In Huacheng's eyes, it makes no difference who they are.
Anyway, his handwriting will remain the same.
Mo Qiuyan didn't understand why Hua Cheng could write "A Group of Demons Dancing Wildly" just right even though there were words to trace.
...Could he have done it on purpose?
As a result, she discovered that this talent seemed to be innate to Huacheng.
It's a waste of his good brush.
But it is also a miracle that Huacheng can write with such unique characteristics.
No one else can learn it.
Huacheng: Do you have a pen? Do you have a hand? Do you have ink? Okay, you can write my shabby handwriting!
Mo Qiuyan, who watched Hua Cheng's practice results every day, said: "???"
Is this a landscape painting?!
What the hell?
She decided not to let Huacheng copy the works of calligraphy masters.
Even the calligrapher himself would be invigorated by seeing this.
One day, Hua Cheng was forced to pick up the pen again and made his first stroke under Mo Qiuyan's death gaze.
"Good!!!!!" Hua Cheng had just landed on a point when he was startled by Mo Qiuyan's sudden praise.
"Well done! This tiny dot may seem ordinary, but it actually embodies the artist's profound affection for brush and ink. When that astonishing stroke is made, we can sense the artist's unrestrained and uninhibited character from this dark yet luminous dot of ink! Look at this one spot! Through this tiny detail, a jaw-dropping and breathtaking work seems to have appeared before our eyes. Silence speaks louder than words, demonstrating the author's indifference to the mundane and his pursuit of simplicity! Is this just a dot? No! It expresses the author's profound lament for the insignificance of life! What is this? This is the master artist's hidden skill, a technique that will never be revealed, but will never be forgotten!"
Huacheng: “……?”
Hua Cheng twitched his lips: "I just wrote one point."
Mo Qiuyan nodded: "I know, but if I don't praise you now, I won't find a reason to praise you later."
“…”Get out!
…
Later, Mo Qiuyan gave up urging him.
If you can’t teach me, forget it.
Then she started to let Huacheng practice making talismans.
"Come on, Huahua! As a ghost with artistic talent, how can you not be able to draw ghost characters?! Come on! Carry on! Carry on my fine tradition!!"
Hua Cheng, who thought he finally didn't have to practice calligraphy: "..."
But he is indeed gifted in drawing talismans.
Each one is more advanced than the other.
Mo Qiuyan: ...Because without the messy font, I can't actually write such a symbol...
…
Mo Qiuyan felt that this couldn't go on any longer.
She directly used a photo talisman to take pictures of all the works written by Huacheng and threatened to sell them on the market.
Unless Huacheng practices his calligraphy well.
Then?
Then the two of them fought again.
Mo Qiuyan made rapid progress because he was often forced to practice fighting with Hua Cheng.
Now we can tie with Huacheng Kuai Le Di.
…
In the end, Mo Qiuyan framed the handwritten works of Hua Cheng and built a museum in Yunfan Valley.
【Codfishing Museum】
Finally, after friendly negotiations with Huacheng, Mo Qiuyan was (forced) to demolish it.
Someone: Woohoo, if it’s not demolished, I can laugh for hundreds of years…
Later, when he was with Hua Cheng, Xie Lian heard about these things and laughed for a long time under Hua Cheng's helpless and doting eyes.
Mo Qiuyan: The look you gave me back then wasn't one of helplessness and doting!
Double flower!!!
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