"I'm coming! No more excuses! ”

Cheng Yanan really couldn't stand his boasting, so with a wave of his hand, he picked up the inkstone and began to grind it.

Bai Yu's hand turned, and the best Huizhou ink blocks melted into ink under her 'fast three slow three' technique.

"Yo, Mo Yan is good, but I can consider letting you be a Mo Yan maid."

Chu Lingyun nodded in praise, and Cheng Yanan, who was angry, stiffened and glared at him viciously.

Call her a maidservant girl!

He really has such a big tone, doesn't he know her reputation as 'piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, art in Jiangnan'?!

The classmates couldn't stand it anymore, and they glared angrily one by one, eager to make him a sieve when they made achievements!

Chu Lingyun shrugged his shoulders, not caring about the gaze of a group of ants.

He lifted the lake pen and dipped it in ink, and his tone suddenly changed, like a divine sword unsheathed:

"-Look!"

With that, his hand holding the brush suddenly moved.

Like a wind rising!

Like a lightning bolt!

Like a thunderclap!

Chu Lingyun's hand holding the brush waved quickly on the rice paper, the rhythmic movements were more beautiful than the dance, the whole process seemed to be slow and fast, very mysterious, and instantly left an italicized 'wind' character on the rice paper.

The pen stops, the person stops.

Chu Lingyun stood with his hands in his hands, chuckling indifferently, he hadn't practiced for tens of thousands of years, he didn't feel unfamiliar at all, and he was as chic and free as ever.

Cheng Yanan's eyes flashed, her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, and her hand unconsciously stopped, and her heart slammed!

The word!

Absolutely!

Soaring like a frightening dragon!

The simple word "wind" is full of charm in his pen, quite like it wants to fly off the paper, as if it is the wind itself!

"Hah! Do you still write calligraphy? What else can I write if I don't know traditional Chinese characters? You didn't write that point! ”

"That's right! Aren't you a wordmaker? Didn't you have this when you made the words? ”

“6666！ Later, when I made a typo, I said that this is how I made the word when I made it, and you got it wrong! ”

The classmates couldn't understand what was good at his calligraphy, so they grabbed this pain point and ridiculed it fiercely.

Cheng Yanan also moved his gaze to Chu Lingyun at this time, different from the previous contempt and disgust, this time he looked at him with curiosity.

Although this kid has a big tone, he is still a little talented, and as far as these young people are concerned, his level is already the top.

Chu Lingyun shook his head secretly in the face of the surging emotions of the group, sure enough, it was a group of ants, and there was probably even less place for his brain to occupy.

"Have you ever heard the story of the finishing touch?" The corners of Chu Lingyun's mouth hooked, and he asked indifferently.

Well?!

The classroom fell silent suddenly, and everyone fell into a brief short circuit, and then they all reacted.

"Rub!"

"It's also the finishing touch, do you mean that if you click on this, the wind will come alive?"

"Pretend!"

"Damn, you order! Don't point you're grandchildren! What else can you say after you click on it for a while? This blowing is addictive, one is more exaggerated than the other, I want to see how you put the finishing touch! ”

The classmates glared angrily, and there was a posture that he didn't want to leave if he didn't click on today's 'point'.

Cheng Yanan's eyebrows tightened, he glanced at Chu Lingyun with a proud face, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly, and the good feeling that had just risen suddenly disappeared!

Su Anran hurriedly walked up, coughed lightly, and reminded Chu Lingyun to stop pretending to be forced, and if he continued to pretend, he was afraid that he would kill someone.

"Do you really want me to put this on the line?" Chu Lingyun looked at everyone with a smile.

"Don't force it, you're a point!"

"Good! Since you insist on seeing it, then I'll show it to you, I hope you don't be Ye Gong Haolong, otherwise don't blame me for being scared to pee your pants. Chu Lingyun shrugged his shoulders and sighed lightly, looking helpless.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he solemnly picked up the brush with his right hand, and slowly pointed the brush onto the rice paper.

"Haha, this time look at how you blow and slap your face!"

"What about the wind? Aren't you going to put the finishing touches? ”

"Oh, you're afraid of the wind hitting your tongue, aren't you?"

In the ridicule of everyone, Chu Lingyun hooked the corners of his mouth, and slowly put down the pen, with a good look!

Call~!!!

When the brush finally touched the paper, the sky outside the classroom suddenly darkened, and a wind blew without warning!!

Grunt!

Everyone's faces changed, and they all turned their heads to look outside, and couldn't help but swallow and spat at the mouth.

Just now, it was still cloudless and calm, why did you suddenly have a sense of 'black clouds crushing the city and wanting to destroy it' and 'the north wind swept the ground and the white grass folded'?!!

What's going on?

Everyone was amazed,

But they didn't connect this matter with what Chu Lingyun said just now.

Cheng Yanan, who believed in science and admired calligraphy the most, was the first to move his gaze to Chu Lingyun, his beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, and his cold pretty face turned into consternation.

I saw the corners of Chu Lingyun's mouth hooked, smiled at Su Anran and Cheng Yanan, and said softly: "You guys cover your skirts." ”

After that, without waiting for the two people in the circle to react, he continued to drop the brush.

Boom!!!

There was a loud bang, and the door of the classroom slammed shut, startling everyone!

Call~!!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Then the wind howled and swept in.

The classroom instantly became an outlet, rushing in like a monstrous wave, and for a while, the fans in the classroom were spinning wildly, the students' hair became a bird's nest, and the books and water glasses were smashed into pieces, and the sound of clanging was constant!

Even the trash cans in the classroom have flown up!

Su Anran and Cheng Yanan were startled, and Chu Lingyun's words instantly recalled in their minds, and they suddenly came to their senses, ignoring their flying and unkempt hair, and immediately covered their skirts that had been blown over!

It's just that it's too late to cover it at this point.

"Blue, purple, but it's all quite conservative, there's nothing new, and it's really not as open as a Korean girl." Chu Lingyun glanced at his eyes, pursed his lips and sighed.

"You!"

"You!"

Su Anran and Cheng Yanan's pretty faces turned red, and after covering their skirts, they shot at Chu Lingyun at the same time with murderous looks.

At the same time, the two were stunned.

In hindsight, they finally figured it out!

He reminded them in advance, could it be that he really did all this?

No, it can't be!

The two women looked at each other and shook their heads at each other, if writing can control the wind, what is the difference between it and the gods?

No, not even the gods can do it! Otherwise, why does Feng Bo need to use an artifact to cast the wind?

"Alas, it's really Ye Gong Haolong." Chu Lingyun stopped his pen and slowly spoke, looking at everyone helplessly, really feeling bored.

In other words,

The wind stops and the black clouds dissipate!

The sun slowly peeked out of the clouds and shone again.

Everything is as it is the same, if it weren't for the small tree outside the window that was blown off and the mess in the classroom, everyone would even suspect that these were hallucinations just now!

Grunt!

There was a dead silence in the classroom, except for the sound of swallowing and saliva.

Everyone in the classroom, without exception, all looked at Chu Lingyun in shock, their faces full of incredulity!

Especially the few people who began to laugh, their mouths were wide open, their tongues were crooked, and they really experienced the feeling of being 'blown to the tongue by the wind'.

The pen fell, the wind roared, and the dark clouds pressed down.

The pen stops, the wind stops, and the sky is clear.

Coincidental!

It must be a coincidence!

Such a miracle is simply unheard of, how can it be human?

"I'm already a quarter of the way through, do I want to go down? I'm afraid that if you order it any longer, you won't be able to stand. Chu Lingyun looked at everyone with a smile and said indifferently.

"No, no need......"

Everyone shook suddenly, and Qi Shushu shook his head.

Although they didn't believe it was his behavior, and told themselves that it was just a coincidence, but—for some reason, they didn't dare to let him continue, and even the most daring ones couldn't help but tremble slightly.