"This ......"

With the arrival of the time for a stick of incense, Deng Feng also took the pen with an indifferent face. A group of Confucians, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately surrounded them.

Seeing the budding lotus flower, a group of third-order powerhouses, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to say for a while.

In all fairness, Deng Feng's lotus painting is good, and it can be compared just by taking it out and putting it in Ouyang's Hundred Flowers Picture.

But the Hundred Flowers Picture is a Hundred Flowers Picture, in which the Hundred Flowers actually bloom. And Deng Feng, a mere lotus flower, fell into place in terms of artistic conception.

But this Deng Feng is a figure elected by Wang Zheng, a famous magic knife, to put it bluntly, it is really too faceless for Wang Zheng.

Therefore, this group of Confucians didn't know what to say for a while.

"Haha, Wang Zheng, Wang Zheng, I finally saw you deflated one day!"

On the contrary, Xu Kang, who was too familiar with Wang Zheng, saw Deng Feng's paintings, and immediately laughed, his face full of schadenfreude.

"Looks like the people you elected can't do it. Xu Kang was old, and he was still squeezing his eyebrows at Wang Zheng.

Seeing that Wang Zheng was always smiling, Xu Kang felt bored, and was about to announce the result of Wendou with a cough.

But at this time, Wang Zheng glanced at Deng Feng. Deng Fengyi immediately stepped forward and said politely like a gentleman:

"Seniors, that's not how I see this painting?"

"Oh?"

"That's not how you look at it, how can you look at the painting?"

"Even if I look at it from the side, it's no different. ”

As soon as these words came out, whether it was an ordinary Wendao monk or a third-order great Confucian, they all showed a look of surprise.

However, Deng Feng seemed to be unaware of everything, walked to the bookcase with a leisurely expression, picked up the cup of tea on the table, and took a sip gently.

Burst!

With a pop, Deng Feng suddenly spit out a mouthful of mist towards the budding lotus flower in everyone's stunned gaze.

"Oh! it's over, this painting is going to take place!"

"It's not like this guy can't afford to lose, is it? ”

"Not necessarily, don't you see that Wang Zheng's predecessors still look confident? ”

"Yes, just wait and see!"

Deng Feng's movements were so sudden that everyone subconsciously discussed, and finally everyone also set their eyes on the lotus.

The next moment, something magical happened! The mist hit the paper, and the lotus flower not only did not become paste, but slowly bloomed like a real lotus flower!

"This ......"

"What's the situation? How can you do this without the spirit of literature and Taoism, just with skills?"

"This is the confidence of Wang Zheng's predecessors?

Seeing that it seemed to be a lotus flower that came to life, no one could remain calm, not even those great Confucians!

However, there was more to that mist than that.

The lotus flower bloomed, and suddenly a colorful butterfly came from nowhere, dancing up and down around the lotus.

"Confusing the real with the fake?!" a great Confucian exclaimed.

"Senior Wang Zheng, what the hell is going on?"

"That's right, is there really a real painting skill in the world that can be faked with skills alone?"

Everyone's eyes on Deng Feng changed, and there were many young people who couldn't hold back their qi cultivation skills anymore, and hurriedly asked Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng glanced at Xu Kang with a smile: "Old Xu, who won this?"

"Humph!"

Lao Xu snorted coldly, hummed and chirped for a long time, and then said reluctantly: "Even if this kid wins, but you can tell me what kind of tricks are there." And what does this have to do with the four great talents in your mouth?"

Wang Zheng smiled indifferently and pointed to the lotus flower that attracted bees and butterflies: "Before, Deng Feng asked people to grind ink, but no one paid attention to him, he could only grind ink by himself." And some red clay is added to the mill, so that the mist is poured on it, and the painting will not only not be paste, but will move according to the aggravated brushwork, and there is the scene of lotus blooming. ”

"Then why are there colorful butterflies looking for them? Could it be that the problem lies in the tea?" Hearing Wang Zheng's explanation, a great Confucian suddenly recovered from the shock of being fake and real, and also discovered the methods that Deng Feng might use.

Wang Zheng cast an approving look at the great Confucian and said with a smile:

"That's right, the problem is the tea. The tea is a flower tea brewed by Linghua, and there will naturally be a floral fragrance in the mouth.

However, this floral fragrance is concentrated in the tea, but it cannot be experienced in the sense of smell. However, just because we humans can't experience it doesn't mean that heterogeneous people can't experience it.

Butterflies rely on instinct to smell the fragrance of spiritual flowers, and naturally they find it. ”

Listening to Wang Zheng's explanation, everyone showed a look of sudden realization. Ouyang, who drew a hundred flowers, bowed to Wang Zheng with a look of admiration:

"The seniors are whimsical, and the younger generations are really admired. Although the younger generation is stronger than Brother Deng in terms of concept, the younger generation has a hundred flowers in their hearts, and Brother Deng focuses on one flower, and he is not much inferior to the younger generation in terms of painting skills. Coupled with the means of the seniors, the juniors lost this game. ”

Ouyang's face did not show the slightest discouragement, but the gentleman frankly admitted the fact that his skills were not as good as others, and Wang Zheng and the other great Confucians nodded frequently, and their evaluation of him was much higher.

On the contrary, it was Deng Feng, who kept squeezing his eyebrows at Wang Zheng on the side, I did everything to make a contribution, and you came to pretend to be the finisher, right?

On the other side, Wang Zheng didn't pay attention to Deng Feng, but began to talk about the four talents slowly:

In fact, this method just now is one of the many stories of Tang Bohu, one of the four great talents and the first genius in Jiangnan.

And the next movie we are going to make is a story about the four geniuses. ”

As soon as Wang Zheng said this, many girls showed their fascination on the spot.

The girls who came to participate in the Three Kingdoms Cultural Society, although there were even cultivators and magicians among them, but since they came, they all had the same characteristics.

That is, I especially appreciate talented people, and I like the stories of talented and beautiful people.

Wang Zheng said by name that he wanted to shoot the story of the four talents, coupled with Wang Zheng's hand before, but it amazed everyone, and couldn't help but make these girls look forward to it.

As for these Wendao monks, they are even more excited! To have such a book dedicated to telling the story of a talented man is undoubtedly what every Wendao monk is happy to see.

"Senior, I ask weakly. If the four great talents are really such figures, then why is there no record in the history books. ”

However, in addition to the excitement, there are also more serious monks who have raised such questions.

Faced with this problem, Wang Zheng suddenly became dumbfounded, he couldn't tell them that this was the four great talents of another world, right?

"Come on, you forced me! I don't have to pretend to be forced!"

Faced with such a scene, Wang Zheng could only shrug his shoulders helplessly and said, "Because they are all made up by me!"

"Oh my God, doesn't that mean that the whimsical idea just now was the handiwork of Wang Zheng's predecessors?"

"Senior Wang is really talented!"

"By the way, senior, what's the name of the new movie?"

In the midst of praise and exclamations, someone asked such a question.

When Wang Zheng heard this, he suddenly laughed, and his smile was very strange. I'm sorry to disappoint you!

"The name of the movie! The name of the movie is Tang Bohu and Autumn Fragrance!"

"What is Autumn Fragrance?"

"The incense that can be ordered by Tang Bohu is amazing, right?"

"I want to see it!"

Listening to the reactions of these turtles, Wang Zheng almost didn't laugh out loud, he was still young after all.

"That, Brother Wang, look at me! Didn't you say that I should be given an important supporting role? Who am I playing?"

At this time, Deng Feng, who didn't get the opportunity to pretend to be forced, squeezed to Wang Zheng's side again and asked with a flattering face.

Wang Zheng glanced at him, and said in an inexplicable tone: "One of the four great talents, Zhu Zhishan!"

"Brother Wang is interesting!" Deng Feng heard this, his eyes widened all of a sudden, and he began to praise Wang Zheng without thinking about it.

The story of the four great talents! Although you can tell it by listening to the name, it must be dominated by Tang Bohu, the number one genius in the south of the Yangtze River.

But! Buddy is not bad! Buddy is also one of the four talents! Plus Brother Wang promised a good passion play!

Dude, this is going to become the second merry genius of the Three Kingdoms!

Thinking of this, Deng Feng's face couldn't help but show a lewd smile. Only let the girls who focused their attention on Wang Zheng and only caught a glimpse of Deng Feng once again showed a look of disgust......