Qiu Feng saw it in his eyes, and knew that the reason why these calligraphy masters had been silent was not because they swallowed this breath, but because they couldn't do anything with this stick.

If you want to talk about copying, they have been out of this stage for decades, but they are not as good as Guan Zhong, whose pen style is not yet mature, and even he has lost, and they can't please him. Even if you let out that old face, it's useless.

"What's your name?" Qiu Feng asked aloud.

Brush.

Everyone's eyes fell on Qiu Feng.

The stick countryman glanced at him: "My name is Park Changfan!"

Prostitution?

Qiu Feng smiled disdainfully and looked at the woman, she wouldn't be called Li Wanji, right?

I heard that the people of the stick country are in charge of every day.

Qiu Feng smiled: "It's better like this, let's compete again." ”

"Little friend, don't force it. The old man spoke.

"Let's give it a try. Qiu Feng smiled lightly.

"Who are you?" asked Park Chang-beom with a cold face.

"I am from the Celestial Empire. Qiu Feng said with a smile.

As long as you admit that Chinese characters are derived from Korean characters, I will compare them with you. Park Chang-bum said.

A bite of a Celestial Slave......

Qiu Feng's smile slowly retracted, and he said expressionlessly: "Are you eating, your mouth is so stinky?"

"Your mom just ate shit!" Park Chang-beom was furious.

"Your mother?"

"My mom!"

"Huh. Qiu Feng shrugged his shoulders, "I feel sorry for your old mother, I have a son like you." ”

"Damn the Celestial Slave!

"Forget it, husband, don't be like them, the Heavenly Empire slave is so unqualified. The woman next to Park Chang-beom spoke, and her words were straight and round, not like a stick countryman.

"Are you from the Celestial Empire?" Qiu Feng looked at her. I always thought that she came with Park Changfan, and she was also from the stick country.

"Not anymore!" the woman sneered, "not everyone is as good as me and can become a stick countryman." ”

Qiu Feng looked at her with disgust: "Are you going to be a man? You can't even compare to a dog!"

The woman's smile remained unchanged: "If you can't eat grapes, you can say that grapes are sour." ”

Qiu Feng felt disgusted, no longer paid attention to her, and looked at Park Changfan: "Do you dare to compete again?"

"Celestial Slave, if you lose, you lose......" It was still the woman who spoke.

"Noise!" Qiu Feng walked towards her.

"What are you going to do?" the woman's face changed, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

"Heh, fortunately, you are not from the Celestial Empire, otherwise it would be a bit of a psychological burden to beat you!" Qiu Feng suddenly approached, and a slap exhaled without hesitation!

"Smack!"

The big mouth was sturdy, leaving five fingerprints.

"Ahh

Qiu Feng glanced at his palm in disgust, hurriedly looked around, and took out a napkin to wipe his hands: "The foundation is so thick, it dirties my hands." ”

The old people did not dissuade them, and watched coldly, and they felt disgusted in their hearts for this man and woman.

"Ahsi!" Park Chang-beom was furious and rushed over.

Beating women, Qiu Feng still kept his hand after all, but beating men-

"Smack!"

Park Chang-bum directly spun in place, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't distinguish between southeast and northwest.

Qiu Feng didn't stop.

"Smack!"

With a backhand palm, he turned around a few more times!

It's like a pig dancing a ballet.

"How is it, can you compare now?" Qiu Feng said expressionlessly.

He has always been convincing with reason.

Although he prefers to directly suck this Park Changfan to death, he can't do it in front of so many people, otherwise, the people of the Celestial Empire really can't afford to lose, and they can't argue.

But if he were to leave now, he would certainly be trumpeting his deeds. And what he preached was not that copying won the weight, but that his calligraphy skills surpassed all the calligraphy masters present at a young age.

And Qiu Feng's behavior will also make him distort things - the people of the Celestial Empire beat people because they are willing to gamble and not admit defeat, not because he insults first.

It is an ironclad fact that Guan Zhong lost, and none of the people present could refute it. It can only be said that this Park Chang-beom did not look for middle school students from the Celestial Empire to compete, and he really stepped on shit luck.

The best way now is to win him and crush him! He has no face to go out and talk nonsense.

"Damn the Celestial Empire......" Park Chang-beom said angrily.

"Smack!" Qiu Feng simply interrupted him neatly.

"Boom. ”

Park Chang-beom was knocked to the ground and slammed into the corner of the table.

"Can you compare?" Qiu Feng asked patiently.

"Celestial Empire......" Park Chang Fan looked crazy, his hair was scattered, and he was about to yell.

"Smack!"

Qiu Feng's hands were heavier and heavier, and it was only red and purple, but now it was swollen and bruised.

Park Chang-beom's eyes were dizzy, and a circle of stars swirled in front of him.

"Can you compare?" Qiu Feng said word by word.

"You ......"

"Smack!"

Park Chang-beom's tears and snot were all out of his eyes, and he didn't dare to speak, so he cried with a whin.

Qiu Feng looked at the various liquids on his face in disgust, but fortunately he didn't get on his hands.

"You unqualified Celestial ......"

The woman saw that Park Chang-beom was beaten so badly, and she was about to scold, but Qiu Feng's cold eyes swept away, like the cold wind blowing in the cold winter moon, which immediately made her hold back her words and covered her red face that was beaten.

"Pigs and dogs are not as good!" Qiu Feng said coldly, his eyes fell on Park Changfan's face again, and he suddenly smiled-

"Smack!"

The big hand was slammed into Park Chang-beom's hand covering his face.

The face is already swollen, and after slapping the face, I have adapted to the pain, and I changed to hit the back of my hand, which makes the feeling clearer and the effect better.

"This slap is the price she just paid for scolding me. Qiu Feng said quietly.

Sure enough, Park Chang-bum threw a resentful look at the woman. couldn't deal with Qiu Feng, so he transferred the hatred of this slap to her, which immediately made her body tremble.

Qiu Feng raised his hand again and gestured to fight: "Now, can you compare?"

"Yes, yes!" Park Chang-beom covered his hands, tears and snot mixed together, and hurriedly agreed.

Seeing that he agreed, many old people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Wouldn't it be better to say yes sooner?" Qiu Feng patted Park Changfan on the shoulder with a smile, "I like to convince people with reason, you have to force me to whip you." ”

I'm forcing you, fuck you, you're a thug! Executioner! Damn Celestial slave!

Park Chang-bum scolded in his heart.

"Trouble master, please help me prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Qiu Feng ignored him and hugged his fist at the brocade-robed old man.

"No hassle. The brocade-robed old man looked at Qiu Feng with a smile.

The other old people started to prepare together, and soon, two pieces of fine rice paper were spread on the table, and the four treasures of the study room were ready.

"Slow. ”

Qiu Feng looked at it and said, "Give me a brush with a longer tip." ”

Tang Qingfeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Liu Gongquan chooses the pen, "all the things to be soft, the front must be long, the selection must be fine, the control is not large, and the deputy cut must be Qi".

Qiu Feng made this request, which shows that he is never unfamiliar with "willow bones".

The head of the pen is long, and the pen can be retracted and released freely, so that it will not turn stiff, and the ink is not easy to dry up. It is easier to express thin lines, and it is possible to express the retouching strokes at the beginning and end of the stroke more freely.

The island country Dacun Xiya also said: "The elder of the pen is from Liu Gong." ”

Not only Tang Qingfeng, but everyone's gaze at Qiu Feng softened a little, faintly revealing expectation.

"Why don't you pick a pen yourself?" the old man in the brocade robe smiled gently, and pointed to a pen holder by the wall with a thin finger, with nearly a hundred brushes hanging in various kinds.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey. ”

Qiu Feng was also not polite, and went to choose a pen.

"Hmph! Park Changfan glanced at Qiu Feng's back, and his eyes were still full of disdain.

Another important reason why he agreed to compete was his confidence in himself.

He has copied this calligraphy for more than ten years, and his handwriting is almost like a photocopy.

Soon, Qiu Feng came back with a pen: "How to compare?"

"Each copy a hundred words, word by word comparison who is closer, the closer number of words, the win. ”

Qiu Feng was really speechless, and he didn't know what to say.

This is the realm that only beginners pursue......

The next class of copying!

"Let's get started. Qiu Feng nodded, looking down on Park Changfan more and more.

It's not as good as a primary school student. And on the contrary, he felt that he was invincible.

Ridiculous, pathetic!

"Let you have no place to accommodate yourself!" Park Chang Bom, who was half-baked at the level of Chinese characters, didn't know Qiu Feng's thoughts, sneered in his heart, grinded it, picked up the brush and began to walk on the rice paper.