Chen Yuzhong looked at the words on the paper with a pale face, and his eyes kept changing.

Suddenly, he raised his head, his face was a little hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said: "This sentence must have been taught to you by someone else, you must have practiced it at home I don't know how many times, isn't it, isn't it......?"

Later, his face was red, his eyes were also red, and he glared at Du Wenxing and shouted, "You are a gangster, a prodigal, a street hooligan, you can't write such words." ”

"Chen Yuzhong, you are going too far! Okay, you said that Du Wenxing's words were practiced in advance, then let me ask you, given less than half a month, can you practice calligraphy to this extent?"

Chen Yuzhong's mood was agitated, he didn't want to believe that he had lost to a street gangster, he was so confused that he yelled at Qian Min: "Amin, why do you always help him, he is just a little rascal! How do you know that he doesn't have any special methods, don't those street artists use any tricks, by the way, this guy must have learned a trick to suddenly change the words written in advance!"

Chen Yuzhong's words, not only Qian Min became more angry, but even the classmates who watched the excitement outside the window also shook their heads frequently, despising Chen Yuzhong's behavior.

One person said: "On weekdays, I saw that he was arrogant and proud, but I didn't expect that he couldn't afford to lose." ”

"Hehehe, it turned out to be an embroidered pillow. ”

However, Du Wenxing is also very good at being able to write this paragraph, and he deserves to be a quick thinker. ”

"Yes, this little story is obviously using cockfighting to talk about today's events, satirizing Chen Yuzhong, it can't have been written in advance. ”

"Didn't this kid know nothing before, is he really a genius?"

"I'm afraid so!"

Quite a few students were nodding.

In the classroom, Qian Min looked at Chen Yuzhong with a flushed face angrily, and just wanted to say something more, Du Wenxing patted her on the shoulder, "Amin, you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep." ”

Qian Min was stunned, although this sentence was straightforward, the more he thought about it, the more philosophical it became.

She looked at Du Wenxing, how did this guy completely change as if he was a person, so strange!?

Du Wenxing glanced at Chen Yuzhong, who was red-faced, picked up the brush and walked to the white wall in front of the classroom, writing hard.

Qian Min only glanced at it, and his eyes suddenly lit up, this word ...... It's a book I've never seen before!

Brushing brush, Du Wenxing left a small poem on the white wall, put the pen down, and left directly.

Qian Min raised his hand, as if he wanted to stop him, but he still didn't open his mouth after all, and just watched Du Wenxing go away, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Hula, the students outside the classroom rushed in and crowded to the wall to read the small poems left by Du Wenxing.

The person at the front simply read it aloud:

Needles

A needle of a hundred hammers,

Upside down and upside down,

Eyes grow on the buttocks,

Only recognize the clothes and not the people.

A low chuckle rang out.

This poem is a naked satire of Chen Yuzhong's red (harmony)!

This Du Wenxing is really remarkable, making such a poem in a short period of time, which is a counterattack to Chen Yuzhong's "gangster" theory.

Sharp!

A few students who like calligraphy pay more attention to the font that Du Wenxing used to write this poem.

Qian Min, who was standing in the crowd, was also radiant in his eyes.

The Du Wenxing pen she witnessed just now is smart and fast, and the handwriting is thin, but it is thin but does not lose its flesh, which can be described as thin and hard, and the body is sparse.

This is a completely new typeface, where did Du Wenxing learn it?

As for Du Wenxing's own creation, Qian Min completely disbelieves how difficult it is to create a beautiful font, it is impossible without decades of accumulation of calligraphy.

It was Du Wenxing's calligraphy that had already amazed Qian Min and was impressed.

Everyone talked about it, and they didn't know when Chen Yuzhong left.

He had to go, he was embarrassed today, and Du Wenxing's kid still looked down on himself, so he left without waiting for the fulfillment of the gambling contract.

Chen Yuzhong didn't know whether to be happy or angry?

In this day's class, all the students were bored, everyone was immersed in the sudden changes brought by Du Wenxing, and an illiterate person suddenly became a talented genius, which made everyone feel a little unreal.

In the evening, after class, when the students were gone, Qian Wenzhong stood in front of the wall with an oil lamp, admiring the poems left by Du Wenxing, or the calligraphy in a style very different from the popular font today.

Qian Min stood beside him.

"Min'er, what do you think?"

"The person who created a generation of genres and created this font is definitely a master of calligraphy! I don't know how Du Wenxing's kid was so lucky to be able to learn calligraphy with such a person. ”

Qian Wenzhong shook his head, "You are wrong, look at the words written by Du Wenxing, he is already a master of calligraphy." And the person who created this font is definitely not old, even if he is Du Wenxing himself......" Qian Wenzhong hesitated, but still didn't say anything, if Du Wenxing created it, it would be too demonic, and he didn't dare to believe it.

However, this kid suddenly became a calligrapher, which has shocked Qian Wenzhong to the extreme.

"It can't be Du Wenxing, but why did my father say that the person who created this calligraphy is not very old?" Qian Min asked curiously.

"Look at this font, skimming like a knife, the lines are sharp, flashing brilliant to the point of dazzling, how can it be written by the kind of 'old man' whose neck is buried in the soil. ”

Qian Min took a closer look at the oil lamp, and the strong strokes seemed to break through the wall, and the font itself and Du Wenxing's writing style were not only sharp, but also faintly had a killing atmosphere coming out of the words.

"Du Wenxing, this guy is so murderous even when he writes, he really has the temperament of a martial artist. Qian Min said secretly in his heart.

For some reason, when she saw Du Wenxing's thin gold words, she suddenly became less angry at this guy's abandonment of literature and martial arts.

......

Leaving the academy, Du Wenxing returned to the house to take Qingying out, and rode the rejuvenated horse to Sun Haocheng's house.

Sun Haocheng was waiting at home, and when he saw Du Wenxing riding a horse, he immediately came up curiously.

"Senior Brother Du, where did you come from on this horse, I have never seen you ride?"

"Sent by a friend. Du Wenxing thought of Li Yishan, the eldest lady, and it seemed that he hadn't seen her for a while?

I will leave Taizhou, do you want to say goodbye to her?

Du Wenxing shook his head, "Hao Cheng, where are the 6 Dao Chiefs waiting for us?"

"He's out of the city, do you want to ride my bullock cart?"

"No, I'll just ride a horse. ”

Sun Haocheng looked at Du Wenxing's handsome figure on a horse, and said enviously in his heart: "I also have to learn to ride a horse." ”

Du Wenxing rode on a horse and followed Sun Haocheng to the outside of the city.

This time it was not to leave, but that the 600 million Dao Leader suddenly proposed to teach the two of them the basic exercises of the Qingcheng Sect.

Du Wenxing and Sun Haocheng are looking forward to it.

Lewen