"This ......"

Zheng Xiuyan listened to Lu Xiao's impassioned and magnificent flute sound.

turned out to be a shock to the heart, "The Song of Ni Clothes and Feathers", and I couldn't blow it anymore.

The face turned pale.

She was defeated,

There was no suspense in defeat.

Completely crushed.

The other party's heart, bearing,

The grandeur expressed in the flute is intense, and the elegance of the thousand autumns is not at all comparable to her flute sound.

She would never have been able to blow such a divine sound.

The land of Goryeo will never be able to raise Lu Xiao's magnificent atmosphere!

But she ...... Unwilling!

"Boy, you forced me!

She grabbed the flute again and played a strange tune.

There was a demonic aura that ordinary people couldn't see, which came out of the ancient flute and rushed towards Lu Xiao!

She is using extraordinary means to make Lu Xiao an idiot!

At this moment,

Lu Xiao glanced at her coldly.

He obviously didn't speak, but in Zheng Xiuyan's mind, a cold voice sounded:

"Look for death!"

At this moment,

She fell like an ice cellar,

Her soul trembled.

She wanted to bow down,

She wanted to beg for mercy.

But he couldn't say anything.

Lu Xiao only glared at her, and then she was distracted.

The whole person fell straight to the ground and turned into a vegetative state.

……

than the instrument, with Zheng Xiuyan suddenly fainting, drawing an end.

Lu Xiao won without any suspense.

This song "Thousand Autumn Elegance", not to mention that Zheng Xiuyan can't compare.

I am afraid that any master in this world will not be able to match him.

This is the song of the immortals,

Where is the realm that mortals can imagine?

Another thunderous applause.

All the teachers and students of Feng University worship Lu Xiao as a god!

Xia Qingxuan looked at Lu Xiao on the stage, majestic and high-spirited.

It's hard to understand the situation in my heart.

She accused Lu Xiao again and again of being naïve, superficial, and self-righteous.

But what about the facts?

Lu Xiao is not naïve and superficial at all, and he has never been self-righteous.

He is really good enough to crush all the so-called excellent young people she knows.

The really naïve and superficial, self-righteous person has always been her Xia Qingxuan.

"Lu Xiao, Lu Xiao, I really ...... I've never really gotten to know you, have I?"

Her unprecedented self-blame and remorse.

Li Chenguang looked at Lu Xiao, who was admired by thousands of people on the stage and worshiped as a god by everyone,

There was a thick flame of jealousy in his eyes.

……

After Lu Xiao won two games in a row,

The big score also became two wins, two losses and one draw.

Fengdae and Seoul National University were tied.

Outcome

It will be decided by the final calligraphy competition.

Everyone in Fengda knows,

What is the realm of Lu Xiao's calligraphy.

I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the eternal saints of the comers!

This group of Koreans,

Can it be compared to him?

The teachers and students of Fengda began to prepare to celebrate.

"Teacher Huo, in the last game, calligraphy competition...... Is it still this Lu Xiao classmate who will play?"

Han Jae-wook said coldly.

Huo Yingdong smiled:

"Of course. But Mr. Han, listen to my advice, this last game, we really don't need to compete, you better admit defeat. It won't be too ugly to lose. ”

Han Jae-wook said coldly:

Teacher Huo laughed, we Korean nation have never been in the habit of being defeated without a fight! Glory is our life, and we will defend it to the death. ”

But a student in the audience said:

"Is the Korean nation so awesome, the Americans have put all the missiles in your backyard, and they haven't seen you fighting the Yankees, but they are screaming happily with their fathers and grandfathers. ”

As soon as these words came out,

The teachers and students of Feng laughed wildly and gathered together.

The teachers and students of Seoul National University all looked ugly, like swallowing flies.

Han Jae-wook's cheeks twitched, and he was about to get angry.

Lu Xiao said:

"Huo Yingdong told you not to compare calligraphy with me, for your own good. I don't think any of you are qualified to compare calligraphy with me. ”

Han Jae-wook said:

"Boy, don't think that you can be so rampant if you win two games by luck, who do you think you are, Yan Zhenqing or Zhao Mengfu?

"How...... If you don't listen to persuasion?"

Lu Xiao shrugged his shoulders, very helpless.

Said to Huo Yingdong:

"Hey, our school should still have a rubbish of that copybook, right?"

"Lu Shao, of course there is. ”

Huo Yingdong nodded hurriedly.

The copybook,

Which pair of copybooks is it?

Needless to say?

Of course, it's the poster.

"You ...... What the hell do you want to do?"

Han Jae-wook said impatiently.

Lu Xiao explained:

"That's right, I once wrote a calligraphy, which probably represents my calligraphy level, and if any of you have the confidence to compete with me after seeing this calligraphy, then I will accompany you. ”

"Who do you really think you are? Don't have the courage to compete with you?"

Han Jae-wook laughed angrily.

The students of Seoul National University were also extremely angry and laughed at being so slighted.

They're laughing,

Teachers and students of Feng University,

Also laughing.

The Koreans laughed at Lu Xiao's arrogance.

Feng teachers and students, laughing at this group of Koreans who don't know whether they are alive or dead.

As soon as the copybook came out......

In this world,

Is there any other calligraphy?

Hehe, non-existent.

The copybook,

However, the Chinese academic community is recognized as the first post of the ages.

What is the first in the ages?

I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after!

Laughing on both sides,

It's up to whoever has the last laugh.

But in a moment,

Someone brought a rubbings of the copybook.

Through a projector, placed on the large screen in the gymnasium.

Han Jae-wook and the others watched,

The mind was immediately attracted.

All turned into statues.

This copybook ......

Very good.

How good is it?

Can't comment.

With their calligraphy attainments,

Not even qualified to review.

There is only worship.

It's just rubbing, and you can feel that between the lines, there is a literary spirit.

Creation is made into charcoal, and yin and yang are made into paper.

Every word,

It's like a splendid cloud.

Bright as the moon,

Brilliant as the sun.

Walking away in one go,

Brilliant writing.

this

It's not calligraphy that people can write at all.

It's the immortals who are in the dust, and they are freehand.

"This ...... This ......"

Han Jae-wook stammered.

He was completely blown away.

Huo Yingdong smiled lightly:

"Teacher Han, this character, called "Eternal Sorrow Post", is the first post of the ages recognized by our Chinese academic circles, that is to say——"

The artistic attainment of this character is even higher than the "Four Posts of Ancient Poems", "Huaisu's Self-Statement", and "Orchid Pavilion Preface". ”

Han Jae-wook said:

"Teacher Huo...... This calligraphy is indeed the first calligraphy in the ages, and the person who wrote this calligraphy should be the most holy in the world...... Do you say ......"

He looked at Lu Xiao with a shocked face.

Huo Yingdong smiled:

"Teacher Han, this calligraphy is written by Lu Shao. There's no way I'm going to lie to you on this occasion. ”

The faces of the teachers and students of Seoul National University changed drastically and their bodies were all rigid.

Oh my,

What are they doing?

How dare you compare calligraphy with the most holy calligraphy?

Isn't this playing with Guan Gong with a big knife and Lu Ban with a big axe, which is generally ridiculous?

"Is it more comparable?"

Lu Xiao looked at Han Jae-wook.

Han Jae-wook's face turned red.

Embarrassed, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Compare?

Compare your life.

"So what about ......"

Lu Xiao sighed,

"Didn't I tell you I didn't need to compare?"

"How...... If you don't listen to persuasion?"

He shook his head, turned and walked away.

Just disappeared from everyone's sight.

This was the last time he appeared at Fengda.

But the legend he left behind,

Many, many years later, it is still being sung in Fengda.

He's like a cloud,

Gently come, gently go.

When it comes, in late spring and March, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

When I go, I have a moonlight and two sleeves of flowers.

All the past is prologue.

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