Shang Xiufang took a glass of wine, lightly opened her lips and took a sip, taking advantage of the gap when everyone was talking about Zhou Ning's poems, she approached Zhou Ning and whispered: "I just saw that Zhou Gongzi's mind does not belong, do you think that Xiufang's posture and willow posture can't enter the eyes of Gongzi?" ”

This sentence sounds a little complaining at first glance, but in the slightly coquettish tone of this peerless famous prostitute, it is a bit similar to flirting. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The info fell in Zhou Ning's ears, making his heart jump again and again, and his face was red and his heart warmed.

Frankly speaking, this kind of stunning beauty with all kinds of charms is indeed the first time Zhou Ning has encountered in his life, he hurriedly raised his cup and drank it all, and played haha.

chatted with the monk beauty for a few more words, and this peerless beauty let him go, and walked back to the stage with her delicate body swaying.

Liu Yong, who was on the side, had a good impression of him, and said in Zhou Ning's ear: "Little Brother Zhou, I see that this great beauty seems to be a little attracted to you, why don't you use another trick?" You will definitely be able to hold the beauty. ”

Zhou Ning shook his head and said, "It's just a show." ”

Xueliang in his heart, like the kind of words that are a little similar to flirting just now, for Shang Xiufang, a peerless famous prostitute who is used to dealing with all kinds of men, it is really a common thing, if you are serious, you will lose.

But...... Shang Da Meiren's move was a little unkind, and as soon as she was so close, she immediately had several unkind glances.

At this moment, Tang Bohu on the side suddenly smiled and said: "Dare to ask this Zhou Jun, is it Zhou Zhongdao, who was famous for his poetry, calligraphy and painting two years ago?" ”

"Poetry, calligraphy and painting? This must be stirring up trouble. ”

Zhou Ning heard Du 13 tell some anecdotes about his predecessor, the most famous of which was the chicken pecking at Mitu incident.

The allusion of the chicken pecking the rice map happened in a school examination of Zhou Ning's cheap second uncle, when Mr. Qingchen Zhou Yue instructed the people under his door to draw a picture of the phoenix Turui and submit it, and then he saw the picture presented by Zhou Ning, and saw a fat chicken in the picture, and said in astonishment: "Who drew the chicken pecking the rice picture?" ”

This allusion of the chick pecking at the rice map was praised in Yangzhou for a while. Therefore, Tang Bohu's words actually have a strong taste of ridicule.

Zhou Ning said lightly: "Don't dare to be, does Brother Tang need to give some advice?" ”

Du Shisan, who had been silent, sprayed on the spot, with a demonic smile on the face of Curator Jin, and slapped the table and laughed.

"Brother Zhongdao really won my heart!"

Fang Cai Du 13 was originally preoccupied, even if he was laughing, he looked absent-minded, but when he heard Zhou Ning's seemingly shameless words, he burst out laughing.

Hearing Zhou Ning's words, Tang Bohu's originally breezy smile stiffened for a while, neither laughing nor angry, and it was twisted into a big Yao face. Even Shang Xiufang, who had been smiling quietly, was a little stunned.

Most of the people who came to the banquet today were local talents in Yangzhou, and they looked at each other at the moment and discussed a lot.

"Who is this? What a big breath! ”

"Listening to Tang Bohu, it seems to be Zhou Ning, the sister-in-law of the Zhou family who disappeared a year ago."

"Isn't it Zhou Zhongdao who pecked rice with that chicken?"

"It's really beyond my strength, and I have fallen into the name of a talented man in Yangzhou."

……

Under the gaze of everyone who was stunned, confused, or mocking, Zhou Ning repeated very seriously: "Does Brother Tang need to give a pointer?" ”

Seeing that Zhou Ning seemed to be serious, Du 13 leaned into Zhou Ning's ear and said a little worriedly: "Zhongdao, are you okay?" ”

Zhou Ning said lightly: "Don't worry, I said I would be angry for you." ”

Turning around, he said to Tang Bohu: "I have heard for a long time that Brother Tang is good at ink painting of flowers and birds, so I will try to paint birds in ink with Brother Tang." ”

"Okay, okay." Tang Bohu suddenly smiled, bowed and said, "Please Zhou Jun for advice." ”

Zhou Ning also smiled, bowed back, and said, "Brother Tang, please!" ”

A maid on the side had already prepared pen and ink and spread fine rice paper on the coffee table.

Tang Bohu's choice this time is familiar Xuan, which can be carefully sketched and colored. But Zhou Ning chose Shengxuan.

Du Shisan's melancholy is even worse, the ink painting of flowers and birds is more delicate, Tang Bohu's Gongbi flowers and birds are a must in Suzhou, and it is not a rational choice to use Shengxuan to paint ink flowers and birds.

The two sat down at the same time, looked at each other, waved in unison, and began to paint.

Zhou Ning's heart swelled with a strong fighting spirit, although he was a master of calligraphy and painting in his previous life, he had never encountered such a strong opponent as Tang Bohu, and he was bound to win this competition.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhou Ning shook his wrist slightly, and with a few strokes, a long big black stick appeared on Shengxuan, from top to bottom, all the way to the end. Then he muttered slightly with his pen, as if he was considering where it would be better to use his pen.

Everyone looked at each other and complained, is this a child's graffiti? Could it be that after Zhongdao pecked the rice map this week, he is going to make a new work again?

On the other side, Tang Bohu is holding a paintbrush and is drawing the first bird, which is a vivid cuckoo, which is delicate under Tang Bohu's brush, as if it wants to break away from the rice paper and spread its wings and fly high.

Tang Bohu's pen went faster and faster, and soon, a second bird also appeared on the paper, this is a starling bird, small and slender, with beautiful feathers on its forehead.

In the eyes of everyone, at this moment, Tang Bohu's brush seemed to have become an afterimage, and they couldn't help but look at each other in shock.

"It's ...... Confucianism's 'pen like flying'? ”

"Tang Bohu is really a talent for Xie Yuan, and in this township test, the first place is none other than Tang Bohu."

Tang Bohu didn't seem to hear the discussion of others, his wrist relaxed, and a withered branch appeared on the drawing paper, followed by thick ink dot leaves, withered vines around the branches, his pen speed is extremely fast, and his attitude is even more chic.

After a while, a starling could be seen standing on a dead branch, singing with its head up, and a bird's claws clinging to the branch. At the other end of the branch, there is another cuckoo that spreads its wings.

It was only at this time that Zhou Ning picked up the inkstone unhurriedly and splashed it hard, and a series of pitch-black ink stains appeared on the snow-white shengxuan.

Then, Zhou Ning followed Tang Bohu's suitable appearance, took a sip of the wine glass, and sprayed it on the drawing paper.

"Huh?"

Everyone present rubbed their eyes at the same time, and as the ink stains gradually blurred, the original long black stick was also blurred by the wine, and it looked like a bamboo stem.

Zhou Ning only then began to move the pen, his pen movement is not as fast as Tang Bohu, but it is still extremely chic, not long after, a mass of ink stains in the upper right corner has been traced, turned into a bamboo branch, and then, with this bamboo branch as the main branch, and then slightly derived a few strokes for the bamboo slightly. On the left side, several strokes are also made in the first leaf to echo each other.

After a while, a very chic ink bamboo picture has jumped on the paper. If you look closely, the ink color is hearty and magnificent, and it is completely different from the painting style of any painter in ancient and modern times.

This is...... Founding a sect? Everyone looked at each other in amazement.

Zhou Ning picked up the pen again and wrote in the blank space on the right side.

"There is nothing in the world, nothing is samadhi, and I am idle to joke and paint flowers. The vine is long and the broad arm is a few withered, and the three-in-one grass firewood is not drunk. The gourd is still invincible, can it be arranged like a creation and transformation? Do not seek to resemble the rhyme of survival, the roots are all planted with my five fingers. Hu cares about pruning and pruning? Jun Mo guessed, the ink was dripping with rain. “