Minutes and seconds passed.

After a while, when the last word fell, Dean Wang exhaled a long breath and his body trembled, obviously completing this calligraphy work took him a lot of energy.

Although his body was weak, Dean Wang's face was full of red light, and he said excitedly: ""Tianxian Fu" has no papers or words are the pinnacle of my life, and I can complete this work in this life, no regrets!"

"There is no one in contemporary calligraphy who can do it without a single work. Chu Qingran's eyes were bright, and he held An An's little hand beside Jiang Feng.

"I have forgotten that among all kinds of calligraphy, you love to write alone, and you love its elegant, agile and dignified and elegant. Jiang Feng smiled, looked at this "Heavenly Immortal Fu" and said, "You like this work very much?"

Chu Qingran likes to write calligraphy, and he also writes beautifully, in fact, Chu Qingran also has an identity and is a member of the Calligraphy Association.

"Hmm........" Chu Qingran's eyes flashed, and he said, "However, I prefer your poem and the thin gold god body, but....... You're writing this poem for Xinran, right?"

Jiang Feng was slightly stunned, as smart as Chu Qingran, she could see through her own mind.

His poem is a famous work directly borrowed from the other side of the earth, and in fact, it was only because of the feeling that I was in school that I remembered that poem.

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

The general story of the original poem is that the original author traveled out of the city on the Qingming Sun, under the peach blossom tree, begged for water from a woman, and the two sides fell in love at first sight. On Qingming Day in the second year, the original author revisited his hometown, but he saw that the courtyard was the same, and the peach blossoms in the courtyard were in full bloom, but no one responded.

Jiang Feng thought of himself and Xinran from this poem, their circumstances are similar and different, five years ago Jiang Feng and Xinran in Jiangnan University under the phoenix tree to take an oath, and time has passed, five years later, but Yin and Yang are separated, "the face does not know where to go", he is still in his hometown.

"Sort of. Jiang Feng did not deny it.

"Hmm........" Chu Qingran didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, leaned over and gently straightened An An's thick bangs on her forehead.

Jiang Feng's heart moved, and he was about to say something when he was interrupted by others.

"Teacher Jiang, how does my teacher's first line of books and articles today compare to your peach blossom poem and thin gold god body?"

This was a slightly smug voice, Jiang Feng didn't need to look at it to know that it was Lin Qingyun's grandson thief.

The corners of Lin Qingyun's mouth curled up, looking at Jiang Feng, he had waited for so long, wasn't it for this moment.

Although the thin gold god body is novel, it has not yet been recognized by the calligraphy world, but his teacher's hand, which can be called the world's first calligraphy, is real.

His meaning is obvious, whether it is for Jiang Feng or Jiangnan University, his teacher Dean Wang is an insurmountable mountain, and all the glory of today is destined to be owned by Qingbei University.

When the others heard this, their faces suddenly changed, Lin Qingyun's words were obviously ill-intentioned, the dispute between Jiangnan University and Qingbei University was not over, and Lin Qingyun was actually led to his teacher, Dean Wang.

In the crowd, Dean Huang and Dean Wang's faces also sank, they were all human spirits, even if they didn't know that Lin Qingyun represented Qingbei University and Jiang Feng before, but when they heard Lin Qingyun's words, they also sensed that the atmosphere was wrong.

Used as a gun?

This was Dean Wang's first feeling, and he vaguely sensed that his student, Lin Qingyun, seemed to be using him to suppress that amazingly talented young man.

"Ahem, Xingshu and Xiao Jiang's thin gold god body are two different calligraphy fonts that can't be compared, and as for the peach blossom poem and my article, it is even more different, how can it be compared?"

Dean Wang coughed lightly, which was regarded as helping Jiang Feng play a round, and said: "What's more, the name of the world's first book is really incomprehensible, there are countless people in ancient and modern times, who dares to call it the first?"

Here, Jiang Feng glanced at Lin Qingyun slightly, this thing is really ghostly, and he can't wait to seize every opportunity to scold him.

It seems that I'm really sorry for him for not letting the other party taste what despair is today.

Smiling slightly, Jiang Feng said indifferently: "Dean Wang's article is wonderful, and calligraphy is also a collection of ancient and modern calligraphy, but it is too much to say that the first line of calligraphy in the world is excessive." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Dean Wang and said with a smile: "I'm not targeting you, I'm just talking about things." ”

"Oh?" Dean Wang said curiously, "Xiao Jiang, have you ever seen a work that can be called the first line of books in the world?"

He really didn't blame Jiang Feng, he was just simply curious, listening to Jiang Feng's meaning, Jiang Feng should have seen a calligraphy work that was even better than his work.

It's not that Dean Wang boasted, after adding a little "god" to his calligraphy, there may not be a few opponents in ancient and modern times.

"I've never seen it in this world. Jiang Feng shook his head slightly.

"Haha, I haven't seen you talk nonsense here, Jiang Feng, you won't be grandstanding. Lin Qingyun sneered.

He felt that Jiang Feng was running out of words, he was trying to make sense of the words, and he was just trying to support himself.

"Qingyun, don't talk nonsense. Dean Wang's face turned cold and he scolded.

"Teacher Jiang, forget it, I am afraid that the entire calligraphy world in Huaxia today will not be able to find calligraphy works that can compete with Dean Wang. Zhang Meng took two steps forward and whispered.

She is very aware of the power of Dean Wang's work, if this work is auctioned by the outside world, the starting price will definitely start at 10 million, and there is no upper limit.

However, Jiang Feng just shook his head, turned sideways and said to Lin Qingyun: "If you want to overpower me and Jiangnan University, don't think about it in this life." ”

"Xiaofeng!"

Dean Huang frowned, although he didn't understand what was going on between Jiang Feng and Lin Qingyun, Jiang Feng was a little arrogant when he said this, not quite like the Jiang Feng he knew before.

Moreover, Dean Huang also felt that Jiang Feng's words just now were a little inappropriate, and they were aimed at Dean Wang.

However, in the next sentence, Jiang Feng directly said a sentence that shocked everyone.

"The first line of books in the world? Today, the first line of books in the world will be defined by me. Jiang Feng's indifferent words spread throughout the office, making everyone change color.

At this moment, there are more and more people in the office, and teachers from many other departments have come running.

"What?!"

"You define the first line of books in the world?"

"That's crazy, isn't it?"

Teachers in other departments who didn't know Jiang Feng all spoke out and talked about Jiang Feng.

At the bottom of the crowd, Dean Huang's face also changed, and he pulled Jiang Feng and whispered: "What's wrong with you today, how can you talk nonsense, although your thin gold divine body is indeed amazing, but there are so many branches of calligraphy, it is commendable that you have practiced the thin gold divine body well, how can you surpass Dean Wang who has been immersed in calligraphy for many years in terms of calligraphy attainments." ”

On the other side, Dean Wang also frowned, and his previous good impression of Jiang Feng suddenly disappeared mostly, thinking that Jiang Feng was arrogant to the extreme, and said big things in that empty mouth.

Define the world's first line of books?

Throughout the ages, who would dare to say this?