"The Four Great Talents?"

"There are a lot of talented people in our Three Kingdoms, but there are no ones who dare to call them the four great talents, right?"

"It's not that there is no one, Senior Wang can be counted as one. But what about the others? There is no one in the younger generation who can compare with Wang's predecessors. ”

As soon as Wang Zheng's voice fell, especially when it sounded like a supreme glory for the four great talents, all the young people immediately talked about it, and then cast an inquiring glance at Wang Zheng.

Feeling everyone's gaze, Wang Zheng still looked mysterious:

"I won't talk about the names of the four talents, after we have a literary fight, how about Wang to solve your doubts?"

"Wen Dou, what kind of Wen Dou method?" As soon as Wang Zheng said this, many young people showed a look of eagerness to try.

After all, a scholar, even a scholar who cultivates the qi of literature and Taoism, still has the essence of being a literati who is contemptuous.

"As for how about this Wendou? In fact, it is very simple, make a painting with the theme of flowers, and let the great Confucian and Wang as the referee.

Wang's side, well, he is the one who fights. I don't know which one wants to fight?"

Wang Zheng said as he dragged Deng Feng over, and then pushed him forward. Deng Feng's eyes were stunned for a moment, and he seemed to look at Wang Zheng for help.

"Brother, my own brother, you let me study some poetry and songs, I still have a few brushes, although I can also paint, but compared with their group of people, don't you make me ashamed?"

Deng Feng cried and blinked bitterly at Wang Zheng, and a thousand words were in his eyes.

Wang Zheng's lips moved slightly, and he said to Deng Feng in a line: "Do as I say, make sure you are in the limelight, don't worry." ”

"Really?" Deng Feng's eyes lit up and he blinked uncertainly.

The corners of Wang Zheng's mouth hooked: "Did buddy ever pit you?"

Deng Feng thought about it, yes? That's such a reason! What are you afraid of! Do it with him! Who will do whom!

Thinking of this, Deng Feng's expression suddenly became solemn and gentle, and he arched his hand to the surroundings without losing courtesy, Deng Feng said with a smile:

"I wonder which friend would be willing to teach?"

Seeing Deng Feng's confident performance, the young people were a little unpredictable about the confidence of this guy, and in the end, you look at me, I look at you, and their eyes all focused on a young man with a handsome face.

Feeling the eyes of many trusts, the young man was not stage frightened: "In Xia Ouyang Hua, please also ask this brother for advice!"

"Well, Ouyang Hua, this kid has some attainments, among the younger generation, his painting skills can be called top, Wang Zheng is afraid that he will be deflated this time. ”

Not far away, Xu Kang saw this scene, and his face suddenly showed undisguised joy.

Looking at Ouyang Hua and Deng Feng, who were also full of confidence, Wang Zheng said unhurriedly:

"Then it's about flowers, and you can just draw it at will. However, there is a premise that it is not allowed to use the spirit of culture to interfere with the work. ”

"Don't use Wenhua Qi? Good guy, this is a pure competition for painting skills!"

"You don't need to be angry, Brother Ouyang doesn't suffer a loss, you must know that Brother Ouyang's own painting skills are far superior to ours. ”

"Looking at Wang Zheng's senior's confident appearance, isn't Deng Feng also good at painting?"

"It's hard to say, let's wait and see. ”

Regarding Wang Zheng's request, the two participants of the Wendou did not have any opinions, but the onlookers began to quote one after another.

"The time for a stick of incense, start now!"

Seeing that the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were all present under the arrangement of the passionate Wendao monks, Wang Zheng directly announced the start of the game.

Ouyang Hua really deserves to be Ouyang Hua, it seems that in order to compare his painting skills, he came up and opened the bow with both his left and right hands at the same time.

Ouyang Hua is worthy of being a master of painting recommended by everyone, and almost as soon as he gets started, he has the potential to walk the dragon and snake.

"Peony, peony, begonia!"

"Lotus, Orchid, Peach Blossom!"

"Damn, Brother Ouyang is going to draw a hundred flowers!"

As Ouyang Hua gradually got better, everyone also saw some clues from his paintings, and they all made no secret of their shock.

Hands with animation flowers, such a means, ordinary people can not master.

On the other side, Deng Feng was sitting there with the old god, and compared with Ouyang Hua, who was walking with a dragon and snake, his momentum was too much worse.

"I don't know which girl is willing to grind ink for home? Deng is grateful. ”

Deng Feng, who looked indifferent, sat in front of the blank drawing paper, glanced around with a smile, and looked specifically at the good-looking girl.

However, he was greeted with disgusted looks. After all, Deng Feng's eyes were very dishonest before, and his hands and feet were even more dishonest, so it was strange that these girls could look at such hooligans.

Facing those disgusted eyes, Deng Feng felt very embarrassed. What about the good pretend?

Looking at Wang Zheng as if asking for help, Deng Feng found that Wang Zheng just shrugged his shoulders and gave him a helpless expression.

Seeing this, Deng Feng got up indignantly and directly began to grind the ink by himself, muttering while grinding the ink:

"MD, you wait! you wait for Lao Tzu to pretend to succeed!"

At this time, Deng Feng's desolate and helpless, indignant and indignant appearance formed a strong contrast with Ouyang Hua, who was a fan of the sister behind him and walked the dragon and snake.

Deng Feng is so bleak. But when he thought of Wang Zheng's explanation to him, Deng Feng was not false at all!

Time passed bit by bit, most of the time for a stick of incense had passed, Ouyang Hua's transformation was nearing the end, and Deng Feng hadn't even started writing yet.

Brother Ouyang's hundred flowers picture is about to be completed, and the person surnamed Deng still hasn't used his pen, I'm afraid he will be embarrassed. ”

"Alas, that's it! It doesn't matter who loses him, isn't this the person who loses Wang Zheng's predecessors!"

"Don't say it, look, he's starting to draw!"

The onlookers were singing about Deng Feng at the moment, and Deng Feng finally began to pick up his pen and slowly drew on the white paper.

Deng Feng's painting is not in a hurry or slow, and I don't know how much worse it is compared to the momentum of Ouyang Hua's Hundred Flowers Picture.

Finally, Ouyang Hua's Hundred Flowers Picture was completed, which caused countless exclamations, and the lifelike Hundred Flowers Picture revealed grace and gorgeousness everywhere!

And Deng Feng is still painting unhurriedly.

Fortunately, just when the time of a stick of incense was about to be reached, Deng Feng finally put his pen away unhurriedly.

It was a pink, budding lotus. In Ouyang Hua's picture of a hundred flowers, it may only be a foil among a hundred flowers.

"This ......"

"What the is this!"

"Don't worry, let's hear what the gentlemen have to say. ”

Seeing that playful work, many popular people are about to scold their mothers.