At the desk in the center of the school. Lingsi looked at Su Changqing who was writing seriously and furiously, and was in a dilemma with the pen. "Second brother Su asked me to take care of him and show some mercy, but how can I let him go?" "The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all ordinary, but you can't even read the noble spirit of Confucianism. This calligraphy is only perfect in the word 'shape'?" "Or even less?" Lingsi was a little distressed. This care and letting go were based on the fact that the gap between the two was not big. But now, let alone letting go, even if she let go, Su Changqing would hardly be on the same level as her. "Forget it, write at the level of perfection of the word 'skill'. When the time comes, I can encourage my junior brother and save some face." Thinking of this, Lingsi picked up the pen and wrote down, and lines of beautiful small characters kept jumping on the paper. ...
In front of the school. Although he knew he would win at this time, Wei Cang's face was still very ugly. He looked at Li Qingchen who was calm and composed, and said coldly: "Don't think I don't know that you came here to lose to me on purpose." "Is this charity? Or humiliation?" "I, Wei Cang, will not accept charity. I will definitely win you fair and square once!" Wei Cang's voice was full of anger. Li Qingchen did this, clearly looking down on him. What? Seeing that he is old, you pity him and give him a victory? He doesn't need it! Li Qingchen and Shuhan beside him were stunned when they heard this. Charity? Who gave you charity? A free victory. If Changqing, who entered the Dao with four arts, won a free victory, then the opponent must be Emperor Wen. "Ahem, Senior Brother." Li Qingchen said with a strange look on his face: "I didn't give you a handout, nor did I intend to let you win." Wei Cang laughed angrily, "You didn't intend to let me win?" "Do you expect a child who can't even read the Haoran Qi to win Lingsi?" "You don't have the Haoran Qi of Confucianism and Taoism, and you even use the worst of the four treasures of the study. Aren't you obviously going to admit defeat?" The two great Confucian scholars Mo Lan and Yixian nodded in approval after hearing this.
It's really too obvious to do this. Li Qingchen opened his mouth when he saw this, and he felt a little speechless, and he couldn't help but have a headache. At this time, Su Changqing below raised his hand to signal, and Lingsi also stopped writing and said at the same time: "I've finished writing." Li Qingchen was too lazy to explain after hearing this, "Let's see the result." ... In order to prevent cheating, Shuhan went to collect Lingsi's articles, and Qingfeng from Bailu Academy went to collect Su Changqing's. Shuhan was doing very well. He looked at the beautiful small characters in his hand and nodded with a smile. "Junior sister has made great progress and has a good chance of becoming a Taoist in the future." Lingsi smiled when he heard this and said confidently: "Thank you for your praise, senior brother. I will work hard." Shuhan nodded, took the article in his hand and handed it to the two great scholars for evaluation. But at this time, Qingfeng, who was collecting the articles, suddenly laughed out loud. "Junior brother, is this the answer sheet you want to hand in?" Qingfeng looked at the blank white paper in his hand and couldn't help laughing. "That's right, senior brother!" Su Changqing nodded seriously. He has already put in all his efforts. Whether he can win depends on God's will. "Although you are a relative, you are too arrogant." Qingfeng shook his head, and the smile on his face became a little cold. Even if you are a relative, you don't hand in a blank paper, right? This is too contemptuous! "Relationship? Arrogant?" Su Changqing was confused and didn't understand what the other party was talking about. "Qingfeng, what happened?" Wei Cang frowned and asked. "Dean, Junior Brother Zhiyu handed in a blank paper." Qingfeng said truthfully. As soon as this was said, Wei Cang and the two great scholars frowned. This behavior is no longer a matter of literary level, but a matter of attitude! As Qingfeng said, it's too arrogant! In the outer sky, Su Zian also covered his face.
... "Blank paper?" Su Changqing was stunned, looked at the plain paper in Qingfeng's hand, and pointed at it and said, "Senior Brother, can't you see it?" "See what?" Qingfeng said unhappily, "See your arrogant attitude?" "Forget it, Senior Brother." Lingsi hurriedly whispered, "It's just a literary competition, there's no need to be aggressive." Su Changqing was even more confused after hearing this. He still didn't know what happened. Instead, Shuhan in front of him slapped his forehead and understood something. Of course, Qingfeng saw a blank paper. Calligraphy is the way of Taoism, and the characters are not worldly. It is amazing that Qingfeng can see it. To put it more bluntly, it is like 'wild boars cannot eat fine bran'. "Brother Qingfeng, you don't have to worry about so much. Hand in the answer sheet and let the senior judge freely." Shuhan said. "Why do you still need to hand it in? Isn't the victory obvious?" Qingfeng said angrily. Wei Cang's face above was completely gloomy at this time, looking at Li Qingchen, "If you don't want to compete, there is no need to do this. Hand in a blank paper? You can think of it!" Wei Cang was almost furious. He had been preparing for this literary competition for two years. But others didn't care at all. How could he not be angry? "Qingchen, this is too much!" At this time, even the two great scholars Mo Lan and Yixian looked gloomy. Li Qingchen sighed when he saw this. Sure enough, opponents of different levels cannot compete. The other party can't understand too high-end means. "Changqing, go and give the answer sheet to the two seniors." "Let them see your blank paper!" Li Qingchen waved his hand and ordered. "Yes." Su Changqing took the answer sheet with a lot of doubts and placed it in front of the desks of the two great scholars.
Mo Lan and Yixian looked unhappy. What's there to see in a blank paper? Wouldn't it make him look stupid? But seeing Li Qingchen on the side, Mo Lan sighed and gave Ruxian a face, and picked up the blank paper on the table. But the next moment. "Bang!" Mo Lan suddenly stood up, and even knocked over the wooden bench behind him. He stared at the answer sheet in his hand with wide eyes, and his beard was trembling with excitement. The blank paper in Qingfeng's eyes, at this moment, looked like a dance of fish and dragons, and the rhyme of Taoism was eternal! The characters were connected and elegant, like koi swimming together. The pen was vigorous and iron-painted silver hooks, like a giant dragon dancing! The two originally repulsive and different artistic conceptions were connected and perfectly integrated, with the fish and dragon coexisting! When the mind was completely immersed in it, the characters seemed to soar into the sky, and the roar of a giant dragon sounded from the ear. "Ang!" The great scholar Mo Lan was shocked and couldn't help but take a step back, trembling all over! The great scholar Yixian and Wei Cang on the side frowned when they saw this. As a senior with high morals and high prestige in Confucianism, Mo Lan's reaction was out of control. Besides, why would a blank piece of paper be like this? Even if it was to give face to Ruxian, this attitude was too much! "Senior Mo Lan, isn't it too fake." Wei Cang said unhappily. Mo Lan ignored the words and stared at the answer sheet in his hand, muttering like a dream, "Xian Zhuan. Fish and Dragon Dance!"
