Very good, very good, I didn't expect you to be able to be the position of the Great Elder of Longgong Island at such a young age, my daughter's vision is really good!" Bai Hefan said in a strange manner.

On the surface, she was praising Zhang Shanfeng, but Zhang Shanfeng didn't feel that she was praising herself, but had a feeling of ulterior motives.

Sure enough, when Bai Hefan pretended to inadvertently skip Zhang Shanfeng, he left another sentence.

"If you want to be with my daughter, you must leave your identity behind and obediently be my son-in-law, which is more real than your messy titles!" Bai Hefan said.

With this sentence, the choked Zhang Shanfeng almost didn't guckle.

Who wants to be with Bai Yue'er?

Although this girl is very eccentric and elfty, and she is also very beautiful and cute, if she sees one and loves the other, won't she become a prostitute a long time ago?

What's more, what kind of fate is this? Since marrying the Zeng family as a son-in-law, there have been rich girls such as Xi Yao, Xu Sinan, and Yan Ruyu one after another.

If it weren't for his strong concentration, the threshold for Xi Yao's son-in-law would be so low, and he would have stepped in a long time ago.

It's really an endless door-to-door son-in-law and an endless soft rice!

"I ......" Zhang Shanfeng just wanted to explain, but he was ruthlessly left behind by Bai Hefan, and saw that the competition for the second place in the Wenmo Contest on the stage had begun.

Zhang Shanfeng had no choice but to follow her back and look at the stage that had entered the state of competition.

I saw Bai Hefan like a serious old gentleman, casually passing by many players with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Shanfeng saw that Yan Chenyu was worthy of being a collector, and his literary and ink attainments were not just a little bit like the people next to him?

I saw that he first put the ladder on the left side of the scroll, and then with a mouthful of white teeth, he gently held the brush in his hand, and climbed the ladder very dexterously.

Then sat on it steadily, Zhang Shanfeng saw that he was not in a hurry, adjusted his breath, and then stretched out his right hand, rolled up his wide sleeves, and was full of ink.

Splashing ink, he wrote a very charming Yan Zhenqing font, whose strength and composition were just right, and he quickly wrote one of them.

At this time, Zhang Shanfeng was a little worried about him, how would he deal with the blank picture that was far away on the other side, if he stretched out his arm and wrote diagonally from one side, it would inevitably greatly reduce the effect of the handwriting.

However, Yan Chenyu seemed to be prepared, and saw that he had already gotten off the ladder with his hands and feet, and put the ladder on the right side of the scroll.

The next scene made everyone present cheer.

I saw Yan Chenyu climb the ladder and sit firmly again, but this time he didn't write with his right hand again.

He directly rolled up the wide sleeve of his left hand, dipped the pen in ink in his left hand, and wrote Wang Xizhi's font that was completely different from his right hand.

Although the fonts on both sides are different, the ingenuity of the composition and the skillful use of ink are simply unmatched.

Before the game was over, many people on the scene were already amazed.

Just this wave of operations, without looking at the content of the poems, you can feel that Yan Chenyu has won more than half.

Because his font is not a little bit better than Liu Erye, who won second place last year.

I saw that Bai Hefan was just standing expressionlessly beside others, but when he walked under Yan Chenyu's ladder, his expression froze, he paused for a moment, and then nodded.

When he passed by Wu Zhongfu, he just glanced at it briefly, without any expression, and continued to walk towards the bookcase.

Wu Zhongfu of the Wu family is still sitting on the box with his own cleverness, holding it seriously, and the font is also very thoughtful.

But when he heard that the people around him had begun to talk loudly about Yan Chenyu's words, he couldn't be calm.

The words that were originally written steadily began to become messy, and the layman looked almost the same, but the insider's discerning person knew that he had messed up at a glance.

When Bai Hefan walked behind Ai Ruicong, who was at the end of the bookcase, he stood down again.

Ari Cong's position was at the very edge of the stage, so Bai Hefan was the last to walk to his side.

Zhang Shanfeng saw that Ai Ruicong looked like a scholar, and grabbed the brush very seriously and waved it vigorously on the paper.

Zhang Shanfeng felt that Ai Ruicong was really a mudslide in the calligraphy world, and he almost used up his power to write a word.

I saw him clutching the brush tightly with five fingers, his brows furrowed, and he wrote and drew like a Taoist priest's drawing.

Looking at Bai Hefan again, first his eyes and pupils slowly dilated, and then slowly tightened.

Then, as if taking the wrong medicine, he changed the expression of the previous iceberg queen.

I saw that the iceberg was melting for a long time, and it looked like there were signs of collapse.

Even Bai Lusheng in the audience became nervous, he had already realized that something was wrong.

So he stared intently at his wife, for fear that her queen's temper would run wild at any time.

Fortunately, Bai Hefan was not angry, but showed an exaggerated smile after his serious expression collapsed.

Then the smile was like a flood bursting the embankment, out of control, she patted her thigh, pointed to the work that Arithon had put away, and laughed in an indescribable voice.

Just as Ari Cong looked back at her with a black line on his face, she realized that many of the people present, including the contestants who had already finished splashing ink, were looking at her in surprise.

In order to regain his prestige, Bai Hefan put away his exaggerated smile as if nothing had happened, and then coldly glanced at the person who cast a surprised look at him.

"Ahem, okay, now that everyone has finished writing, let's start to appreciate the talents who challenged the second place today one by one, what kind of masterpieces have they brought us?!" Duan Jiu'er rescued the scene in time, allowing everyone's attention to shift to himself.

Because the works of Yan Chenyu and the other four are hung in front of the stage, the quality of the handwriting is clear at a glance.

Duan Jiu'er came to the bottom of his work first, and Yan Chenyu had already come down from the ladder.

"A glimpse of the vicissitudes of ten thousand years, several reincarnations have no regrets! Bodhi Mirror is also into illusion, and love and wealth turn into laughter. —Mr. Dust.

Duan Jiu'er said.

Zhang Shanfeng couldn't help but praise in his heart, in the end, it was Yan Chenyu who wrote this little poem with a decent atmosphere and Zen meaning.

is worthy of being his good buddy, and he can really be on the stage when it is critical.

Hearing Yan Chenyu, who was signed as "Mr. Dust Language", the homonym of Dust Language is Chenyu, Zhang Shanfeng also felt that this name was very straightforward and cute, and he couldn't imagine that these guys were not as real as themselves, and they would report their real names wherever they went.

Later, I will also use the pen name of my student days.