Chapter 1395

While everyone admired him, Gu Zheng clenched his fists, and his eyes closed because of patience opened.

"Look, it's suppressed!"

"When it stabilizes, the next breakthrough will not be as simple as the first level!"

Gu Zheng, who was in a good mood, buried in his heart the gluttonous virtual shadow that suddenly emerged during the energy riot and swallowed the virtual shadow transformed by the blood essence of the black jackal king. On the contrary, he showed a big smiling face to the group of people in front of him.

"Hey! Is everything all right?"

"Don't wait here? Let's run quickly!!!"

"Run? The black jackals are gone. Where are you going?"

When everyone looked at Gu Zheng pointing in the direction of the racecourse timer, their faces showed a creepy expression.

"I'll go and forget the game!"

"Come on, come on! Turn the horse and run!"

"Hey, law..."

The party was running fast.

The rest of Gu Zheng and ye Liangchen sighed when they looked at the prey that had not been Huohuo by the black jackals on the spot: "I said, this car won't let us two pull back?"

Ye Liangchen, who regretted that he didn't run with him, returned: "it's all right. It's a big deal. I wasted a storage bag to load these goods."

"Little brother, I have money. How about bloodstaining? Let's throw it away and buy a new one!"

Gu Zheng, who saved his strength, finally had time to see his dragon scale horse.

The black fog of the black jackal king had already dispersed, and the appearance of the scales sprayed with poison fog was also revealed in front of Gu Zheng.

In addition to some blackening, it is shiny, tough and tough without half damage.

How could the scales inspired by the blood of the Black Unicorn be ejected by the breath of a ground level Warcraft?

Very proud of this, he rubbed Gu Zheng with his head, arched it on his back, planed towards the ground, and caught up with the first person like a gust of wind.

I'm kidding. No one can take away the prestige of the head horse.

No one can compare the characters on its back.

When a group of people galloped back to the original starting point, the sandalwood used for timing just burned to the last section. The incense ash fell into the furnace, and the open fire between the incense candles was clearly extinguished, waiting for the attendant to extinguish.

"Time is up!"

The tutor who followed the people back took a look at the incense in the furnace and asked the servant in charge of weighing to measure it.

When ye Liangchen put the prey like a hill in front of the Registrar, the man who always came one by one was stupid.

"Here, how to register?"

Ye Liangchen should have said, "this is a reasonable hunting for all of us. Haven't you counted the booty for the sergeants who fight in teams on the battlefield?"

"Of course, it's a unified counting, and then distributed according to the head."

"We have twelve people here, one of whom weighs 200 kilograms. If the base number reaches 2400 kilograms, isn't it equivalent to completing the task?"

"For such a simple matter, I have to ask. My ability to handle affairs is really worrying!"

Now Gu Zheng, who has been sitting aside, also helped: "what ability can these people have? I really want to worry about the Sima royal family in Daqian country."

"When this good big contest of winning the title of the five passes was held in the neighboring countries, it was a grand event with the wind and water, and all the people and students in the world clapped their hands and praised it."

"It used to be like now, full of loopholes and constant events?"

"So many mistakes and omissions are not because the people who do the work almost mean it."

"You say that the fences around a competition field can be damaged, and there is such a big movement of the herd."

"To say that they are poor in handling affairs is to praise them! It is simply dereliction of duty!"

"If everyone is like you, can we have a good future in Daqian?"

With these words, Gu Zhengli should have taken over the tea handed over by a student next to him. After taking a gentle sip, he arched his hand in the direction of the high platform: "it's a pity that so many literary and Taoist leaders in China work hard for this country and manage the people's livelihood."

"Originally, the prosperity of Daqian country could go further because you waste have delayed the hard work of your teachers and teachers."

"This is, damn! Mediocrity should be killed more than corrupt officials!"

Said the clerk in charge of recording the weighing, flopped and knelt on the ground.

The big hat is buttoned up. It's really smooth.

If he didn't know that the boy in front of him was just a white body, he thought he was facing the governor of a country.

The political struggle has reached a full level.

No, no!

But some people really like to hear that.

Zhuge Weihong on the high platform laughed wildly: "hahaha, that's reasonable. He's really a talent."

"I said Sima Guwen, your organizational ability in Dacheng country is really close. It's okay. The next issue will be held in Dacheng country. At that time, let's see the style of Zhuge family!"

The satirized Sima Guwen's face twitched and was about to collapse.

He tried to suppress his rising anger, took a picture of the case in front of him, and issued the next order: "go, let the fool weigh it quickly. Forget it, don't look at it. Just look at their prey. All the twelve people passed!"

"Go, take them to the high platform and inform everyone that the challenge of Qingcai has officially begun!!"

"Let's also have a look at the style of the twelve students who have successfully passed this session!"

"Yes!"

The servants retired smoothly, while Zhuge Weihong was still running in tandem with his peers in several other countries.

"You said that there were at most one or two left to win the championship in the five levels. When you came to Daqian country, you had a long experience. At this time, more than a dozen people came."

"This is a group beating us. It's all useless for Sima's family. If we are picked up this time."

"Oh, hey, my great reputation of Zhuge family has been defeated by Sima family!"

"I pity Zhuge's reputation for being intelligent for generations. I'll count it on Sima's family. What about you?"

The three countries next to Zhuge Weihong are eager to say so. So many people are students with real talents and learning. If they are really picked to the ground, don't they want to find a step?

Sima Guwen is a ready-made step.

Hum, at that time, your face will be saved. Who will care about Sima's face?

Therefore, everyone responded one after another. When Sima's lungs were about to explode, the twelve students who passed the customs were also brought up.

This group of people were first led by the servants under the stage to the room on one side for simple bathing and dressing, and were brought here after finishing their appearance.

But everyone can see that the spirit of this team is still excited except Gu Zheng and ye Liangchen, and the others are more or less tired.

This may be the unfairness caused by the gap between grades.

One side is the Challenger who sits comfortably on the high platform, and the other side is the exhausted students who have passed the high-intensity five level challenge.

The gap is so big!

In the last step, if you can still stand out among these challengers, you must be a hero who can't be buried by wind, frost, snow and rain.

Students who often win the first place in this competition will be the leaders of this generation in the next few decades or even a hundred years.

This may be the gap between the wild flowers blooming in the wind and rain and the rich flowers in the greenhouse.

And those elders who touched the essence of literature and Taoism and the threshold of the road of saints were more devoted to this task.

In this cycle, winning the title of the five levels has become the most tragic fight.

Those who have achieved success and fame strictly guard against the false reputation of literature and Taoism, and those who have no way to serve seize the only opportunity to die.

Created today's fierce collision, but also let the people of the two sides meet at the first time, not to mention how bad the atmosphere is.

……

"Good!!"

Old man Li, who stood among the great scholars of the Academy of Arts, took the lead in opening his mouth.

Those old people who had been sitting around loosely sat on a platform for the first time.

People on both sides automatically found their own sequence.

Among the twelve vacant tables, the couch is the location of the newcomers, while the opposite of them is divided into five seats that are not clearly distinguished according to the country.

"Twelve people, two people in one country. If there are more than two people, it's better to send them to the leaders of our generation. How about brother Wen and brother Wei Hong?"

One man opened his mouth and proposed, and everyone responded.

For the sake of peace and friendship, these two sworn enemies must also be involved.

For the sake of cleanliness, they don't care about two more places.

Sima Guwen and Zhuge Weihong looked at each other and accepted their praise.

Their talents deserve such confidence.

Now that the people of both sides have been finalized, after the people sit down, the old man at the top opened his mouth.

"Facial features ratio, you must have considered your opponent's talent."

"If you still come to the school from the test questions of the previous levels, it will be somewhat invincible and unfair to the challenger."

"Today, we had a simple discussion. We planned to make a temporary topic and make a fair decision for you based on the face of some old people."

"The originally scheduled examination questions will not be used for the time being. Should there be no objection to the organizers of this Daqian country?"

After saying these words, the old man surnamed Li stared at Sima Guwen. The first person in the literary world of Daqian country who didn't show his face but smiled bitterly in his heart could only return with a particularly Frank smile: "how could it?"

"Your teachers are all talented and well-educated people. We prefer gentlemen to write the questions!"

At this time, Sima Guwen smiled more kindly, and Zhuge Weihong, who knew him very well, knew that the more angry the boy was.

There has never been a competition in which gentlemen temporarily intend to modify the test questions. They will take the examination in person next time.

But this time, because of one person's appearance, they all changed.

This person doesn't have to ask. Everyone knows, Gu Zheng.

Even those who have always been on the sidelines, like watching younger people performing under the stage, have rolled their arms and personally left the stage. Zhuge Weihong feels that he can't think of any other reason except for Gu Zheng.

Hearing the proposal, the twelve people showed a completely different sense of excitement from the people opposite.

Scorpion shit is the only one!

No matter what the final outcome, they will draw a strong stroke in their life.

Regardless of whether they are exposed or not, they can proudly say that they are the first person to change the rules.

So, everyone is excited.

Even a superior Sheng Xuan produced in Weilan ancient town on the Bank of ink lake could not attract their attention.

This piece of rice paper rolled up on the end like a scroll, was gently unfolded by the servants on one side, and spread the whole table.

A long piece of Shengxuan has four open squares. The inkstones, ink squares and lake pens prepared on one side are also rare boutiques in the world.

It is self-evident what needs to be done behind such a luxurious lineup.

When Mr. Wen, who had a rumor of the sage's entry into the Tao, came out of the group, the students were still excited and trembled.

How exciting it is to be able to observe the live writing of the calligraphy pro who copied the calligraphy since childhood.

It's like a goddess who has worshipped all his life, adding fragrance to his tea and selling turbid wine like a dream.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the old man Wen's action. They didn't miss it for a moment.

The old man who came to the crowd took out a large Golden Jade pen like a piccolo from his side and formed a water mist paper in the void.

With the strength of his wrists and the wandering of his steps, a pair of poems hung in the air.

Every word glittered with gold, and every poem stopped shaking after it was written.

Until the old man took the last step and took back the final stroke, the first word written first not only did not dissipate, but was more condensed because of the long time.

"The book hanging in the air is the expression of the great success of calligraphy."

"Please carefully measure this poem and write it in your best calligraphy in half column incense."

"The first level, we compare books... Not books, but books of writing."

OK, the scholar practises hard to count the spring and autumn. Isn't this the moment to wait?

No one has great confidence in his calligraphy, including Gu Zheng.

Calligraphy, together, seeks spirituality and talent.

Gu Zheng did not lack this. He had become a poor scholar, so he could feed himself with quite handsome calligraphy and become famous in the whole book copying industry, not to mention his style when he was admitted to the number one scholar in such a brilliant Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty.

It's so annoying.

Therefore, when Mr. Wen's last pen fell and the rules of the venue were read out, the young man who never forgets, confidently mentioned the Lake pen in his hand.

Calligraphy and painting can be integrated into emotion and potential.

Gu Zheng coerced the momentum of the five customs to carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future, integrated into the sharp edge of the youth, and wrote this very timely youth trip!

Gu Zheng writes in running script. The pen is hung on the paper. His wrist keeps moving. There is no sense of obscurity, but only fluency.

When he finished at one go and put his pen and ink gently, the poem written as it was was actually in the paper, tengran gave out a burning light.

The light breaks through the paper and stays at an inch high. It is soft and gentle. The wave light and colored glass cooperate with the rice paper to form a wonderful illusion of falling flowers.

Although it is only a flash of scenery after completion.

But for the old people who have been paying attention to Gu Zheng, this is enough.

Even after writing his own works, Mr. Wen, who originally intended to just look at them, couldn't help but go to Gu Zheng's case and observe the beautiful scenery. At the same time, he looked into the amazing calligraphy that can produce this strange image.

When Mr. Wen looked at it like this, he had forgotten his previous Qi Nourishing Kung Fu. Unexpectedly, he pressed his hands flat on Gu Zheng's calligraphy paper and died.

When most of the people in the hall finished their books and looked up here, Mr. Wen exclaimed without any scruples: "this book is written with wind and spirit, long waves and big skims, Teton ups and downs, twists and turns, such meaning and elegance, when there should be such a strange image!!"

"Is your name Gu Zheng? Xiaoyou is bullying these students by competing with them on the same stage!!"

"No, if you and I forget our years and come to my monthly stronghold for a long time, we can drink and have fun, write and paint to the moon, and be a free man in the world. Isn't it beautiful?"

"If you are disturbed by this worldly disturbance, it will affect your life."

"You should be the leader of my calligraphy. Who do you care about!!!"

Mr. Wen exclaimed, but all the old men behind him heard it.

I've never seen such a handsome man!

After listening to these words, the friends who have been in contact with Mr. Wen for many years feel incredible.

This is not the lofty and rebellious old man Wen who wakes up alone when everyone is drunk.

This is a strange old man carrying a hoe to dig at the foot of the wall!

However, what about the calligraphy so treated by Wen Lao??

They were more curious when they saw the strange image.

So, no one went to check the calligraphy of others. One or two pushed over and stared at the bottom of old Wen's hand.

"Drink!!!"

"Color!!"

"Gu zhengxiaoyou, how about giving this work to me? How about I exchange it with you with the single copy of Hui Wen Xu 300 years ago?"

"Cut! It's good to get a fragmented script from nowhere. It's good to exchange it for calligraphy and painting that touch the Tao. Come on, little friend, do you still lack resources for cultivation? There are many famous merchants among my students. If you like anything, just exchange it with me!"

It's really different.

Several people broke their heads in order to Gu Zheng. No matter how brilliant others' calligraphy is, they won't be seen by the gentlemen.

In the end, there was a gentleman who couldn't see it. He coughed twice and made the final conclusion of the competition.