Activity tasks, which Zhong Yue had never encountered before. After selecting a year number, three task axes appeared in front of Zhong Yue.

“Can’t you browse it at once?”

"The activity task is similar to the main task. Only after one is completed can the host challenge the next qualification."

Originally, Zhong Yue planned to see what was going on and then choose the right task based on difficulty, but now there is no chance to choose.

The scroll slowly rolled out like an imperial edict. Zhong Yue looked up and saw that under the four golden 50 cent special effects, golden red handwriting appeared.

"Books praise Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Zhong Yue was stunned. This task is not difficult...

"Is the host ready to accept the task?"

"Is there any explanation?" Zhong Yue also learned it smart and asked clearly first so as not to be cheated again.

The system paused for a moment and prompted: "The task involves the scene and the specific details. Only the host can enter the scene will be prompted. If the task fails, deduct one year number, and the task cannot continue after deducting it."

Zhong Yue understood a little. The free year number of feelings may not be his own. If you can't pass the first level, then you will be happy? This is so... you can't be guarded against.

"Does the host accept the task?"

"Accept it." Since it has been opened, and Zhong Yue looked at the topic and wrote a book to praise Mid-Autumn Festival, it is not a very difficult activity.

Duang!

Before Zhong Yue could react, the background song of "The Great Wall of Thousand Miles" suddenly rose, making the system picture that was originally rendered with a strong festive atmosphere even more illusory.

The curtain suddenly opened, and the sound of people was buzzing, and Zhong Yue's eyes slowly opened.

This... today is Mid-Autumn Festival, not the Zhongyuan Ghost Festival! This is a real ghost!

The circling pavilions circling layer by layer, just like the ancient Colosseum of the Middle Ages, this is...

Washe?

This ancient noun is too unfamiliar to Zhong Yue. It may be a bit long apart. However, seeing the ancient musicians next to him, playing and singing very vigorously, Zhong Yue understood it a little. This might be an ancient Mid-Autumn Festival party...

"Why are this brother in disheveled?"

Zhong Yue was stunned and heard the man beside him looking at him, this...

"Can you see me?"

Up, down, left and right, from all directions, seven or eight people turned their heads, looked at Zhong Yue, and said seriously: "We can all see Brother Taiwan, why are Brother Taiwan in disheveled?"

“…”

I can see it when I see it, do I need to speak in unison? And what's the point of being out of clothes? Isn't this wearing clothes...

Zhong Yue looked around and found that these people were wearing round neck robes. What era was this? But when he looked at it, his white shirt really looked like ancient underwear.

"I dare to ask my brother, what year is this?"

"Ha ha."

"Haha, this brother is a little confused."

"Give me, let me put that garment on this brother."

The waiter next to him also covered his mouth and chuckled, and went to get clothes for Zhong Yue. Zhong Yue had already adapted to talking to ancient people. When he first met Jin Nong, he had adapted for many days. Now, he is naturally not afraid, but this time he saw a lot of NPCs.

"Brother, I have a great name?" Zhong Yue couldn't completely know who he was drinking with, otherwise it would be a trivial matter to make a fool of himself later, and if the task failed, there would be a problem.

"In Xia Sun Guoting, your surname is Gao?"

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, Sun Guoting, the calligraphy master of the prosperous Tang Dynasty? This feeling is the Mid-Autumn Festival feast of the prosperous Tang Dynasty! Looking at the raised hats on the heads of these people, Zhong Yue felt more confident.

"I'm here at Zhong Yue, I wonder if I'm asking you, what time was this in the Tang Dynasty?" Zhong Yue had a little understanding of Sun Guoting's life, and it can still be concluded during the Tang Dynasty. However, it is unknown whether it is the Taizong era or the Gaozong era.

When people around him were stunned when they heard Zhong Yue’s inquiry, they shook their heads and laughed.

"Brother Zhong, you are so drunk."

"What the Tang Dynasty, this is the 23rd year of Wuding in the Great Gan!

Zhong Yue's tongue was a little knotted, "Big...fuck?"

Everyone laughed again, raised their glasses to invite wine, and they all treated Zhong Yue as a drunken drunk.

Damn, is this bullying me for a few people? In this historical book, there is a dynasty of big karma, which is systematic and nonsense! Zhong Yue sighed and said, "What kind of famous scholars are there here?"

Sun Guoting looked at Zhong Yue's drunken look and smiled and said, "I'll count it carefully before. Do you see that fat man? The one in white clothes."

Zhong Yue looked over while wearing the round necklace handed by the messenger, "I saw it."

The person next to him snatched, "The three masters of Luochuan, have you forgotten to drink? The man in white is Ouyang Xun. He counts to the left and the ninth one. He is really Yu Shinan, or Zhu Suiliang, the attendant of the Sanqiqi. "

Zhong Yue frowned, "No."

"What's wrong?"

How could these people from the early Tang Dynasty drink and sing with people from the prosperous Tang Dynasty? This is unscientific!

"Is there any Yan Gongzhenqing?"

The man was drinking and laughing, "Yan Zhenqing? Haha, what's Yan Gong? A yellow-haired child, and he was in the northeast corner, holding a jar of wine to drink, that's it."

“…”

"What about Liu Gongquan?"

"It's still my father-in-law. If the person surnamed Liu doesn't lie there, I'm drunk? Haha..."

"Hey, Brother Zhong is talking about Liu's name Gongquan. That little kid, I don't know who gave it a broken name, my father-in-law's."

Another chuckle came.

Zhong Yue shook his hair in a daze, and was in a mess...

All the calligraphers here are a century apart, and they are all stewed in a pot of stew in the early Tang Dynasty, the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the late Tang Dynasty!

Crazy!

This ridiculous era!

"Is there Zhang Xu?"

"Brother Zhong is careful! Why dare to call him in the name of the Saint of Grass?!"

"..." Zhong Yue asked again, "Where is Zhong Shaojing? Are you there?"

"This is the Taoist Saint! Zhong Yue, you are really Huo Wu's younger brother, you are ungrateful!"

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, "There is still a person like Huo Wu?"

Sun Guoting raised his glass and pointed, "Here, the beautiful girl who led the dance is just a Huo Wu."

Zhong Yue took a deep breath, "That's it, Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu and others, I think they are here too?" Since they are all stewed in a pot, everyone in the Tang and Song dynasties should have made them all together.

"Who, Su Shi? I have never heard of it. Is it a person from your family, Brother Zhong?"

"..." Zhong Yue was completely covered in a pot of paste, "When the river goes east!"

"Are people from Jiangdong? Then I'm not familiar with it."

“…”

Well, Zhong Yue can be sure that these knots are all the people who are good at calligraphy and painting in the Tang Dynasty, and all the demons dance around...

Duang!

The sound of the gong rings.

Amid the joyful and laughter, a vast loud sound came from afar.

"We are all crazy about books! We are drunk today, and we are happy to sleep together with our books in Mid-Autumn Festival!"
Chapter completed!