In this case, Cai Wenji, a Confucian goddess, whether she shoots or not, is a loser, she makes a move, she bullies the small, and her reputation is not good, she doesn't make a move, she is arrogant and conceited, and there is no one in her eyes.

So sometimes it's really tiring to have a reputation.

Confucianism is so pedantic.

And Cai Wenji's personal maid Sakura may have a good cultivation, and she is considered a strong person in the younger generation, but she does not have a Confucian atmosphere, she is just a simple practice of qi, and her Jindan cultivation is very strong, but she has no cultivation and cannot attract the qi of the world.

Li Han had no choice but to take action in person.

But......

In fact, he has no bottom in his heart.

Is he a reader?

Not count!

But now, the only way to do this is to continue with it.

Even if he loses, it's nothing, in the final analysis, he is just an unknown person in the world, and if he loses, he loses, and he can't lose anyone's face.

At this time, he had become calm, his eyes were like a cold eagle, he looked at everyone, and said indifferently: "I, Li Han, am just an ordinary student who has learned too much, and I haven't graduated yet, but the chauffeur of the Cai family is also, presumably Huang Shooter should not care, and please give Huang Shooter a generous lesson!"

"Just you?"

Although Huang Jie is arrogant and arrogant, he is not a fool, he looks at Li Han with a dead eye, as if he is facing a great enemy: "You are just a coachman, how is it, competing with my son?"

"It seems that it is Huang Gongzi who is stingy!"

Li Han sneered: "I am also a child of Confucianism, please give me a lesson or two, it is normal, what must Huang Shoot Gongzi hide, if Huang Shoot is not willing to teach, I will not be reluctant, but if I go out in the future, I must not say that I am too a student, you wait for Jingzhou students, see my too many students, you need to do Confucian etiquette!"

Again, he doesn't mind using it once.

How Huang Shot persecuted Cai Wenji, he persecuted Huang Shot.

It's a truth.

The barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, the unknown are not afraid of the famous.

"Arrogance!"

"Bastard thing!"

"People who are too learned are too rampant!"

A group of Confucian disciples in Jingzhou were furious, and their eyes were like spitting fire, staring at Li Han's figure.

"Humph!"

Huang Jian knew that he couldn't retreat, otherwise he would really lose his reputation, Li Han's persecution of him was equivalent to him persecuting Cai Wenji, the same means made him a little aggrieved, he couldn't help but snort coldly, and said: "Since you want to humiliate yourself, how can this son not be fulfilled by you today!"

"Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, let you choose!"

When Li Han heard this, he smiled slightly, his smile was confident, and he pretended to be generous: "I will accompany you to the end!"

When Huang Jie heard this, he secretly said in his heart: The children of the Cai family, up to Cai Yong, down to the slaves, are all proficient in the way of the qin, and the cultivation of this person's export is not under me, I need to be cautious, steady and accurate, I can't choose the way of the piano!

As for poetry, he is not profound.

Chess, he also hunts one or two.

He is a strength, only calligraphy, but Cai's disciple, the piano calligraphy, only double, I don't know how this person's calligraphy is cultivated.

He pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he said: "Today is a banquet of flowers, so we will use flowers as articles to let the world's talents share them, how about it?"

"Flowers?"

Li Han frowned, this is a good topic.

"Guests are as they please!"

Li Han maintained a steady mood and handed over his hand to invite: "Huang Shoot Gongzi first, please!"

"The Four Treasures of the Study!"

Huang Jie shouted.

The Ponzi guards quickly brought two long tables, on which were placed the four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Distance.

Pang Lin looked at Li Han's figure, his eyes were a little deep: "What a rampant young man, Taixue is really talented, today's drama is a problem!"

originally intended to force Cai Wenji to make a move, no matter whether Cai Wenji won or lost, he was the loser, he hid it, but he could suppress her talent and reputation, and the upcoming Lumen Festival would naturally come to a first move, that is a sage manual, a rare thing.

But I didn't expect to kill a Li Han for no reason.

At this time, the students who enjoyed the flowers on the Phoenix Peak had basically accumulated among the flowers of the plain, and as the master, he naturally could not continue to hide, so it would be too much, and he could only show up.

"In Xia Pang Lin, it is the lord of the Hundred Flowers Banquet, today's difficult students from all over the world gather in my Hundred Flowers Feast, since the two want to compete with Confucian knowledge, I am willing to adjudicate!"

Pang Lin walked out, with a graceful demeanor and a kind voice, which made many students quite close: "I don't know what the two of you think?"

"The huge boy is here!"

"With a huge son presiding, my Jingzhou students will win this battle!"

After all, among the students in Jingzhou, Pang Lin is also one of the best young talents, otherwise he would not have such a great appeal, and he can call on the heroes to go to the banquet together.

"Pang Lin Gongzi personally presiding, naturally it's good, but I don't know if Li Gongzi will mind!"

"Guests are as they please!"

Li Han shrugged his shoulders and didn't care.

"Those two, please!" Pang Lin said to the two of them, standing in the middle.

Huang Jie looked at the famous flowers around him, today's Hundred Flowers Banquet is the most prosperous in the past, the powerful heritage of the Pang Clan is indeed terrifying, many strange flowers, famous flowers, are displayed, he is a little hesitant.

When Huang Jie hesitated, Li Han was also quite embarrassed.

"Are you confident?" Cai Wenji didn't speak, watching Li Han's performance, she wanted to see how much ability Li Han had, after all, she knew that Li Han had soul power to cultivate, and he could export into chapters, so he would definitely read a lot of classic books, and there would be no problem in coping with it.

But looking at Li Han's contemplative appearance, he was a little worried.

"Nope!"

Li Han said calmly: "He wants to add calligraphy to articles, I have never been good at it, dead horses are just live horse doctors!"

In fact, he is not a scholar.

He's just a little liar.

But one thing, as a liar, he is versatile.

After all, a person from Qianmen often has to imitate one character after another, and his talent also needs to be learned.

Calligraphy, he has some ability, but he doesn't know where his gap is compared with the readers in this world.

......

At this time, Huang shot the pen, he lifted the pen, dotted the ink, the pen walked the dragon snake, and the ink entered the paper.

Hundred flowers!

The three font strokes are like moves, and the stroke is seamless and the power is even, but it is quite imposing.

And between the strokes, there is a hazy fog shrouded in it.

"This is Mr. Shuijing's water mirror body!"

"I have seen Mr. Shuijing's handwriting in the past, and he can already imitate Mr. Shuijing's charm by one or two!"

"He is worthy of being the eldest son of the Huang family, he is really powerful!"

"With these three words alone, he has already won half the victory!"

"The word fog cage is the meaning of the wind and rain!"

"The eldest prince of Huang Shot is not far from the realm of Confucianism!"

Hundreds of students present, all with their eyes looking at the yellow pen, all sighed and admired.

"The phoenix is like a flower, the fragrance strikes people, the order is spit out, and the gold ornament and silver ......"

Although Huang Jie's statement in the world of Confucianism is not obvious, as the eldest son of the Huang family in Jiangxia, he has been carefully cultivated by his family and cultivated in the prosperous atmosphere of Confucianism all year round, he is naturally not an ordinary person, and he is somewhat knowledgeable.

"Evergreen leaves, evergreen every year, buds in the moon, and increase every month. Roses are decorated with brocade, and roses convey affection. Purple and red, strange flowers and flowers, vermilion and green, new ......"

With the continuous writing of yellow shots, this piece of flowers is full of more than 1,000 words.

Between the fonts emerged, the fog grew thicker and thicker.

“...... Every time I think about cooking tea, I will make a kite and make a fu, and then write the name - Fang!"

When his last stroke fell, the wind, softly, grew stronger and stronger, sweeping through the flowers.

This wind did not come from heaven and earth, but was born from the font.

The pen fell into a storm.

The wind has moved.

"Good!"

"What a song of a hundred flowers!"

"Show the demeanor of my Jingzhou talent!"

"Hahaha, if you hear this article today, you should be white!"

Jingzhou students, constantly shouting, morale is high.

"Li Gongzi, please!"

Huang Jie felt that his thoughts were clear, and a look appeared on his face, this should be his super level performance, he glanced at Li Han a little provocatively, and said coldly.