"What? King Jiejun? No way? ”

"Is there a mistake?"

"How is that possible?" The Wenhua Hall suddenly became noisy, one was incredible, and one was questioning.

The sect leader looked at it with a smile and said nothing, and he had no intention of stopping it.

At this time, Fan Pu often reacted, and looked at Xue Wenyu with questions in his eyes, wanting to ask him why he even had to hide himself? Don't trust?

But looking at Xue Wenyu's expression, Fan Pu often felt that it didn't seem like that.

What's more, now that the people around are looking over, it is inconvenient to ask anything.

"Oh my God, did you hear me, it's our brother Hui, no, it's King Jiejun. God, Brother Wen Yu, you are really good, you are really calm. Shang Xiaohu was not as calm and calm as Fan Puchang, and excitedly stretched out his hand and slapped Xue Wenyu.

Xue Wenyu didn't know how to describe his mood at this time, he wanted to say that he was also in the dark and didn't know, but now, will anyone believe it?

"Sect Master, can I take a look at that painting?" Someone couldn't hold back their pleading.

"Of course." After the sect leader finished speaking, he gestured to a lieutenant envoy beside him, and the sect envoy stepped forward to take the text panel, and Master Tang handed the text sheet to him, Emma, finally left his hand.

In order to avoid confusion, the envoy walked slowly in front of the ministers with a banner.

At this time, Brother Hui was also a little uncomfortable, although the eyes of those ministers were on the page he wrote at the moment, but these royal people around him, looking at him, cough cough, really made him very uncomfortable.

There are doubts, there are unwilling, there are resentments, and there are things that he can't describe.

Brother Hui noticed that only one of the ten didn't look at him and was still sitting upright, and that was Zhou Shuhuan, who was a generation older than him.

Brother Hui remembered that his father told him that this calligrapher was very accomplished, but he didn't get a single silk flower this time, which was a big blow to him.

I'm sorry, I want to seek justice for my father and mother, and since I have made the decision to come back and fight for this position, of course I will do my best. Brother Hui looked at the stiff back and said in his heart.

Thinking of this, Brother Hui sat more upright, ignoring the various attention from his side.

The text came to Xue Wenyu's side, and the envoy holding the word originally kept the rhythm of his pace and walked forward, but Fan Puchang stretched out his hand to signal him to stop.

The envoy wanted to joke with him, do you still need to read your own grandson's words carefully like those people? What do you mean? People can't believe it, there are doubts, you are a grandfather and mixed with Shenma!

Fan Pu often looked at the words in front of him, and felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest, this neat fluttering, sharp and flying word, this font that he had never seen before, was actually from his grandson's hand?

He excitedly wanted to reach out and touch the words on the banner, but the envoy smiled apologetically at him and continued to walk forward.

Fan Puchang's eyes followed the figure of the sect envoy, and the only remaining reason made him not get up and follow.

Brother Hui's words finally came to the side of the Xinjun candidates, and several other candidates looked at it, and their unwillingness became incredible, and those who questioned became unwilling!

When the envoy arrived in front of Zhou Shuhuan, he was very sympathetic and wanted to speed up his pace, but he thought about it again, that won't work, he has to let this person take a closer look and be convinced.

Zhou Shuhuan looked at the words in front of him, his eyes stared at the boss in vain, impossible, how is this possible, he is forty-five years old, he began to learn words at what age, and when he became an adult, he will go out every year to travel to places famous masters in various places, how can he not have seen this kind of font?

What's more, this is just a child less than ten years old, how can he write such powerful words on the back of the paper, like a dragon, and into the wood?

The envoy looked at this person's expression, and was very sympathetic in his heart, through this incident, he really realized that what it means to be unseemly and the sea is incomprehensible.

What about more than 40 years of hard training like this? It was defeated at the hands of a child who was less than ten years old, and it was still such a fiasco!

The sect envoy's sympathy returned to sympathy, and he still relented and continued to move forward.

In fact, at this time, the eyes of the people in the hall also followed the pace of the envoy, seeing Zhou Shuhuan's reaction this time, some expressed sympathy, and some snickered in their hearts.

Suddenly, everyone saw that Zhou Shuhuan stood up violently, turned to look at Brother Hui, and then raised his feet and walked to him.

"He's going to do it?" Shang Xiaohu was in a hurry, Zeng stood up and wanted to rush over, but he was dragged by someone, and turned his head to see that it was Xue Wenyu shaking his head at him.

Okay, the old boy didn't dare to do anything to Brother Hui in public, so Shang Xiaohu comforted himself and sat down.

Brother Hui watched Zhou Shuhuan walk towards him, and he didn't know what to do.

"Is that really your book?" Zhou Shuhuan asked in an indifferent tone.

When Brother Hui heard this, he slowly stood up; "Exactly, I don't know what Uncle Wang has to teach you?"

"Can you write it again in front of this king?" Zhou Shuhuan's tone was even more blunt.

"Uncle Wang wants to see it?" Brother Hui asked without fear.

Zhou Shuhuan didn't expect this kid to be so bold, so he frowned and nodded.

"I'm sorry, although Uncle Wang is a generation older, but in this competition, what the people of the Imperial Hall say, if Uncle Wang wants to see it in person, I bother you to say hello to the head of the sect, he agrees, Junjie, I will write it immediately." Brother Hui responded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Brother Hui's reaction surprised the people around him even more, oh my God, how dare he talk to Uncle Wang like this?

Zhou Shuhuan looked at Brother Hui's fearless eyes, nodded again, turned around and said loudly to the sect leader not far away; "Lord Zong, this king has objections and wants to see him write again, can you?"

The sect leader was far away, but he heard Brother Hui's words clearly, and looked at Xue Wenyu again, then turned his head to look at Zhou Shuhuan; "If King Jiejun agrees, the old man has no opinion."

The sect leader was very clever and responded.

"Did you hear that?" Zhou Shuhuan couldn't care about the attitude of the sect leader now, and looked at Brother Hui and asked.

"Okay, it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, who made you Uncle Wang." Brother Hui spread his hands and said helplessly.

Zhou Shuhuan looked at him like this, he was so angry, he knew that it was better to obey his fate than to be respectful, and he knew that he was Uncle Wang, so what did he say just now to listen to the head of the sect?

"Oops, the ink is a little solidified." Brother Hui picked up the pen, dipped it in the inkstone, and muttered.

Because Yu Guang saw Zhou Shuhuan walking towards Brother Hui's envoy, he received a hint from the sect leader, and he was afraid that something would make trouble, so he hurriedly returned to Brother Hui's side, and when he heard this, he stretched out his hand to add water to the inkstone, but was stopped by Brother Hui.

"Uncle Wang, my nephew has heard your name for a long time, and he has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child, so how to study an inkstone and good ink must also have a knack, can it be convenient for the little nephew to see and understand?" Brother Hui raised his head and asked with an innocent face.

Hearing him say this, none of the people around him thought that he was a child's innocence, but felt that this little county king was a little excessive, even Fan Puchang frowned, only Shang Xiaohu felt that it should be like this.

And Xue Wenyu listened, the palm under his sleeve turned into a fist and clenched it hard, this is the red who is close to Zhu and the black who is close to the ink, and he has never been soft in the face of people who are uncomfortable with him...... Read the latest chapters, stay tuned