Looking at the Tao Te Ching on the paper, he was very satisfied with his words for the first time.

“Hang on!”

Chen Yang grabbed both ends of the rice paper, shook in the wind, walked towards the courtyard wall with a smile, and hung the paper on it.

On the wall next to it, the words he wrote last time were hung.

After some comparison, Chen Yang couldn't help but shake his head: "I'm making progress really fast."

He took out his cell phone, quickly took a photo, and sent it to the small group.

Xuan Yu: "You wrote this too?"

Chen Yang: "Yes, I just wrote it, but the ink has not been completely dry yet."

Xuanzhen: "Did you really write this?"

“Is it written well?”

Xuan Zhen: "It's not enough to describe it. Junior brother, if you have time, go down the mountain and send this calligraphy and painting."

"Does senior brother like calligraphy and painting?"

Xuanzhen: "I usually like it, mainly because your word is very good and you should be able to sell it for a good price."

Chen Yang: “…”

Xuanzhen: "Senior brother is a little short of money recently."

Xuan Yu: "Write another one and send it back together."
Chapter completed!