Jiang Feng didn't care about everyone's words, just looked at Chu Qingran beside him, and said with a smile: "I'll send you an article in the style of a book, well, it's you who wrote it." ”

"What's it called?" Chu Qingran's eyes lit up and he said softly.

"Luo Shen Fu" ........"

Jiang Feng whispered, walked to the table on the side, and picked up a piece of rice paper again.

"It's ......"

"What is he going to do?"

"Is he going to write an article, or is he going to write a book?"

"I guess it's right, didn't I hear him just say that he wants to define the first line of books in the world, looking at this posture, he is also going to write an article.

"What is the origin of this person, how can a cat or a dog dare to challenge Dean Wang's calligraphy?"

"yes, I'll just wait to see him bring himself to shame. ”

Most of the people who said these words were some new teachers, while some old teachers and teachers of the Chinese language department who knew the cause and effect of the incident held their breath and looked forward with a solemn face.

The battle is far from over.......

Dean Wang and Dean Huang also approached, no matter what they thought of Jiang Feng, they were all infinitely curious about the articles and calligraphy that Jiang Feng was going to write next.

Jiang Feng was not in a hurry, after spreading out the big rice paper, he held the pen, condensed for a few breaths, and put the pen into writing.

"I have heard that there is the god of Heluo, and its shape is also like a frightening and graceful dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow, and when you are forced to observe it, it is scorching like a hibiscus rising out of the waves. The fiber is heartfelt, and the fit is shortened...... The fragrance of the faint orchid is stumbling in the corner of the mountain. ”

"How can anyone in the world make such an article?" Dean Wang's pupils shrank, and he looked at Jiang Feng with a shocked expression, just the beginning was so amazing that he was shocked.

What's more, the font Jiang Feng uses is also Xingshu, and it is a Xingshu font that is different from his Xingshu.

"This is the first book in the world!" Dean Wang smiled bitterly, just by reading the opening chapter, he knew the strength of the other party.

Jiang Feng is right, he is indeed qualified to define the first line of books in the world!

"Okay, what a god of Heluo! The rhetoric is gorgeous, vivid and expressive, what a goddess of Heluo. Dean Huang couldn't help but stroke his palms and sighed, looking very excited.

I can't help but be like this, so many Chinese people can see it, not to mention that such a shocking article is still from the hands of his own students.

Around, the others, whether they were teachers and professors from the Chinese Language Department or other new teachers, were silent, and they were all shocked.

Everyone is engaged in literature, and they naturally don't talk about literary literacy, don't talk about calligraphy, and they can appreciate the quality of the article.

Jiang Feng's chapter was so amazing that it was so amazing that they lost their voices.

Lin Qingyun was also shocked at this time, and after the shock, his face was full of iron, his uncle, is this Jiang Feng an alien, why is it so shocking every time he makes a move? !

How could such awesome people be allowed to exist in this world?!

"Heaven is unfair!" Lin Qingyun roared in his heart, aggrieved to the extreme, he was really hit by Jiang Feng, and he was hit to the point of despair.

However, Jiang Feng didn't have time to pay attention to the exclamation of everyone and the curse in Lin Qingyun's heart, he turned his pen around, and then wrote:

So he neglected his body and played with it. Leaning on the left and picking the flag, the right shade the laurel flag. Yang Hao's wrist is in the gods, picking the Xuanzhi of the turbulent se...... Accept the harmony and quiet ambition, and Shen Li to prevent self-sufficiency. ”

So Luo was enlightened, wandering, and the divine light was clutched, and the yin and yang were at first glance. The light body of the Zhu stands with a crane, if it will fly but does not fly. The pepper is coated with lush and intense, and the steps are thin and fragrant. The super long chant is eternal admiration, and the voice is mournful and long. ”

"Er is a mixture of spirits, fate and roaring, or play clear streams, or soar to the gods, or pick pearls, or pick green feathers...... Gorgeous and graceful, it makes me forget to eat. ”

Putting down the pen and inscribed his name, Jiang Feng put a big pen on his hand and said to Chu Qingran beside him with a smile: "How?"

At this time, Chu Qingran, who was holding An An's little hand, had already lost her mind, and she didn't come back to her senses until Jiang Feng called her for the second time.

After a pause, Chu Qingran had beautiful eyes and said softly: "Am I as beautiful as what you wrote?"

"Mom is beautiful, Mom is beautiful!" An An, who had been pulled by Chu Qingran on the side to prevent her from making a sound, was almost suffocated, and saw that her parents were talking, and hurriedly said crisply.

"Yes, Mommy is pretty. Jiang Feng smiled, picked up his daughter, turned his head and looked at Chu Qingran and said, "Of course it's so beautiful, to be precise, you are more beautiful than me writing Luoshen." ”

"Wonderful, beautiful, this article is gorgeous but not impetuous, fresh and refreshing, it can be called a god chapter, and the book is natural in nature, rich in God Gaidai, the combination of the two, proud of the ages, what is this article called?" Dean Wang picked up the rice paper and read it carefully, not letting go of every detail and font change.

He hadn't heard Jiang Feng and Chu Qingran's words just now, so he naturally didn't know that Jiang Feng had already said the name of this article just now.

"Luo Shen Fu". Jiang Feng smiled and did not hide it.

This "Luo Shen Fu" is the "Luo Shen Fu" written by him with the penmanship of Wang Xizhi on the other side of the earth to write the "Lanting Collection Preface", and under the combination of the two, it is not an exaggeration to describe this article as peerless.

"Luo Shen Fu, Tianxian Fu, it's really-for-tat. Dean Wang smiled bitterly and said, "You won't make this article on the spot, right?" ”

"Sort of. Jiang Feng smiled and squinted at Lin Qingyun, who was pale.

Since you want to hit each other, then knock hard!

"This ......." Dean Wang sighed and shook his head, "There is a demonic genius like you in the world. ”

"Did it, did it, really won?!" said one of the teachers in this office excitedly.

"Won, haha. Another female teacher also said.

"What won?" Dean Huang asked, unexplained.

"It's nothing ......." The teachers who were asked were all silent, and did not say anything about the secret competition between Jiangnan University and Qingbei University, after all, Dean Wang was here at this time, and it would be too inappropriate to say it, and it would be easy to stiffen the relationship.

However, although they couldn't say it explicitly, these teachers still looked at Lin Qingyun with a slightly provocative look.

This guy didn't come for a few days, relying on his own talent and uncle's background as the vice president, and he was proud and like a fairy.

There is also a sense of nobility and arrogance towards colleagues and even old professors, and most teachers don't even want to talk to them if they are not hindered by their background.

At this moment, seeing Lin Qingyun being stunned by Jiang Feng one after another, they all felt physically and mentally comfortable.

Feeling the dazzling eyes of everyone, Lin Qingyun was in physical and mental pain, and he couldn't wait to dig a crack in the ground and get in.

"Xiao Jiang, see if you can lend me this "Luo Shen Fu" for a month or two, I will study and copy it a few times. Dean Wang stepped forward and asked expectantly.

He knew the value of this work, so naturally he would not say that he wanted Jiang Feng to give it to him, as for buying it with money? How could such a rare treasure be measured by money, not to mention, he could not afford it.

He really likes Jiang Feng's painting too much, and he just wants to appreciate the essence of it for the last month or two.

"Elder Wang, it's not good for a month or two, but this painting was given to me by my husband, don't say that you can't borrow it for a day in January. ”

At this time, a soft voice came into the ears of Wang Lao and everyone.