You XiaoMo shifts his gaze uneasily, two tell-tale pink spots appearing on his cheeks.
Of course he knows that his calligraphy is too terrible to look at. But he can't help it. Who asked him to have never written with a brush before? If he has a fountain pen or a ball point pen, he would be able to write acceptable-looking characters.
"There is something I'm very curious about. I wonder if Little brother can help explain it. If you can satisfy me, I will help you transcribe these magic pill formulas. How about it?"
Ling Xiao throws the stack of paper in his hand onto the table. Then he picks up another stack of paper and waves them in front of his face.
You XiaoMo was just looking all over the place awkwardly when he sees Ling Xiao bring out a stack of papers. He looks over in surprise and sees neat and orderly characters written in beautiful handwriting. His eyes gleam suddenly when he thinks of another thing. He asks doubtfully, "Elder brother Ling, did you write these?"
"If it wasn't me, then don't tell me it was you?"
Ling Xiao casts a sidelong glance at him as he retorts.
"But ....... I remember that you said you haven't written for a long time, so ....... "
You XiaoMo rubs his nose. He still remembers the characters from when Ling Xiao transcribed the Heavenly Soul Scroll for him. At that time, his calligraphy was just like his now. It can also be described as too terrible to look at. So the sudden appearance of this beautiful handwriting, makes him doubt that this is really written by him.
Ling Xiao angrily raps him on the head, "That was before."
Ever since he showed his ugly handwriting, in order to not embarrass himself in front of You XiaoMo again, he deliberately found time to practice writing again. These magic pill formulas were just written by him based on what You XiaoMo transcribed.
Hearing his reply, You XiaoMo is deeply jealous, "What was it that you're so curious about?"