"Because...... Mr. Zheng's words are far from being as simple as his own!"

The judge whetted his appetite, but in the end he never gave an answer.

Everyone in the audience is like ants on a hot pot one by one, and even some people who don't have much patience have begun to scold their mothers.

"What kind of thing? If you don't know how to win or lose, can't you give a satisfactory reason?"

The judge still wanted to say, but at this time, Song Feng came over and said in a bitter voice: "As for this reason, let me announce it myself!"

The host was stunned, and Zheng Qian was also stunned, he didn't expect that Song Feng would personally announce the reason for his failure?

After hesitating for three seconds, the judge still gave the microphone to Song Feng.

Song Feng took a step forward, his face was very bitter, he cleared his throat, and the first thing he said was: "I was wrong, I failed, it was my small belly, the younger generation has strength, I should be happy, not suppress ......"

The shock effect of these words was no less than that of an atomic bomb exploding on Long Island.

Those who originally supported Song Feng were also very shocked one by one, what the hell is going on?

At this time, the first word of Zheng Qian's calligraphy and Song Feng's calligraphy was marked on the big screen.

"Bed!"

The two words taken out separately are displayed on the screen side by side, both in regular script!

At first glance, it was almost the same, but the more I stared at it, the more I found that Zheng Qian's writing gave people an extremely thick atmosphere, and the pen was strong, as if it was not written with a brush, but carved with a knife.

On the other side, Song Feng's words look harmonious and very beautiful, but no matter how you look at it, it is just a few comparisons put together, if there is no Zheng Qian's words, this word can still be regarded as a masterpiece, but a comparison between the two, which is better and which is bad!

Now, the students in the audience also saw the clues!

"I see!"

Song Feng smiled bitterly, and continued: "If I'm not mistaken, the first character regular script should be Yan Zhenqing's, which is close to the authentic handwriting, the second character is in regular script, Wang Xizhi's, which is better than the real handwriting, and the third character, the Ming character, is comparable to the grass saint Zhang Xu...... Mr. Zheng is not very old, but his calligraphy attainments are unattainable!"

As he spoke, Song Feng bowed to Zheng Qian with joy and sincerity.

Zheng Qian stood still, he could afford this bow!

It's not just for himself, but also for Yan Zhenqing, for Wang Xizhi, and for Zhang Xu!

Just last night, he originally had six hundred yellow spars ready to draw a lottery, and when he thought of having to test calligraphy, after thinking about it, he went to the Heavenly Master and asked the Heavenly Master to help find a few famous calligraphers from the ghosts of the underworld.

Originally, Zheng Qian was looking for several people, but most of them had already been reincarnated, and coincidentally, only Yan Zhenqing and Zhang Xu were caught by the Heavenly Master when they came back from the first life of reincarnation in the yang world.

The Heavenly Master has a request, how dare they not do it? It is very refreshing to hand over all the lifelong experience of calligraphy.

Originally, Zheng Qian had a program for the Heavenly Master, and the Heavenly Master would naturally not refuse this small favor.

In this way, Zheng Qian didn't spend a single spare, and he got the inheritance of Yan Zhenqing and Zhang Xu, which was originally prepared, but who knew that it would come in handy.

After listening to Song Feng's explanation, the students below also suddenly realized, "I see...... Mr. Zheng is really amazing, a person can write so many calligraphy words, and this is not only the likeness, but also the god, ordinary people do not have decades of skills, how can they write?"

"Yes, this is better than Mao, this is equivalent to Professor Song and Yan Zhenqing, Wang Xizhi, and Zhang Xu at the same time, any person can kill Teacher Song in seconds, not to mention the three of them joining forces?"

"It's no wonder that at first, it was extremely ordinary, and it would be awkward to change three different styles of fonts to write...... Haha, however, I will always support Mr. Song!"

"Haha...... Win!"

After hearing the news, there was a round of warm applause at the scene.

From beginning to end, Zheng Qian still had a calm smile on his face.

A farce ended, and many people did not expect Zheng Qian's victorious ending, but this kind of surprise can create a greater sensation.

When Zheng Qian returned to the office, Xiao Fang, He Zhijing, and Teacher Liu stared at Zheng Qian with incredible faces.

Although they don't know much about calligraphy, they have aesthetics, and they can also see that Zheng Qian's writing is not simple, especially in the comparison between the two, which is more skillful.

Moreover, they also heard some more authoritative calligraphers say that this kind of calligraphy skills, for them, everyone can't practice calligraphy for decades, but Zheng Qian looks like he is in his twenties in total, and he can practice the calligraphy of three people to this extent, which really shocked them!

Song Feng admitted defeat and apologized, and also handed a letter of resignation to the school, but after Zheng Qian learned the news, he took the initiative to call Principal Wang and plead with Song Feng.

Zheng Qian is not a person who has been bullied by others and doesn't know how to fight back, but he also knows that it is enough to stop, Song Feng has already learned the lesson he deserves, and there is no need to continue to pursue anything.

After class in the afternoon, Zheng Qian didn't go immediately, he was going to have a good stroll at Jingcheng University, after all, judging from the news he got recently, the Yin Vein was in Jingcheng University, and there was also the ghost flower.

He also wanted to see what that yin vein was, and why was it so powerful?

Out of the office, Zheng Qian wandered aimlessly around the school, carefully sensing the energy fluctuations that permeated the space as he walked.

"Yin vein...... Yin Breath ......"

Zheng Qian muttered in his mouth, but after walking most of the circle, he couldn't find the slightest hint of yin breath.

After the toss in the morning, Zheng Qian can be regarded as a celebrity in Beijing University, just as he was about to turn around and continue to walk for the next half, suddenly a girl rushed up and blocked in front of Zheng Gan, "Teacher Zheng, give me an autograph!"

Zheng Qian was stunned for a moment, looking at the girl's sunny smiling face, he was a little embarrassed to refuse, and when he was shopping, several students had already come to him to ask for autographs.

I took the pen and paper and wrote it down earnestly.

But the moment the pen was put down, when the tip of the pen came into contact with the paper, the cap on it suddenly ejected, and a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair suddenly ejected out of it, rushing straight to Zheng Gan's eyebrows.