"One is one! If you lose, you don't ask for it, just apologize......"

Seeing that the guy in front of him didn't even know how precious his work was, he openly said that the painting was not good, Zhang Ziqing became more and more angry, and said.

"Apologies?

Zhang Hang shook his head: "Competition...... I've never lost yet, so hurry up, I'm still in trouble!"

"Good!"

After taking a few quick breaths to suppress the depressed mood, Zhang Ziqing looked at it: "Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, under normal circumstances, the same level of calligraphy and painting, it is difficult to distinguish the good from the bad, after all, everyone's senses and hobbies are different, and the results in their hearts are completely different! For the sake of fairness, I have a [Wu Daojing] here, which can determine the grade and quality of the painting, and there will be no deviation!"

The jade hand flipped over, and a round bronze mirror appeared in the palm of his hand, quietly suspended in the air.

"Wu Daojing?"

Zhang Hang is strange.

"Yes, this is the founder of the Calligraphers and Painters Guild, created by Wu Dao Patriarch, who can identify the authenticity and grade of calligraphy and painting, although I am only a copy, but it is enough to identify our calligraphy and painting!"

Seeing that he didn't even know this, Zhang Ziqing was even more displeased.

Wu Daojing, was left by the founder of the Calligraphers and Painters Guild, as long as it is a work of calligraphy and painting, it can be easily explored, determine the level, the real treasure, must have stayed in the guild, although she is copied by later masters, used to identify calligraphy and painting, but it is also invincible, there will be no mistakes.

"Can you show me?"

Zhang Hang looked over.

"Give!"

Knowing that the other party would inevitably test it, Zhang Ziqing didn't say much, his palm shook, and Wu Daojing flew over.

With his fingers touching the mirror, Zhang Hang pushed it back: "After reading it, can you start?"

Books appear in my head, and in the blink of an eye, I know that the ability of this mirror can indeed distinguish calligraphy and painting, and there is nothing to question.

"That's it?"

Zhang Ziqing was stunned.

I didn't know it just now, but the mirror didn't come to me, so I said that I had finished reading it...... Are you kidding?

"This Wu Dao mirror is refined by Master Zhiyang, a nine-star calligrapher and painter three hundred years ago, and the whole body is quenched with golden ore, which is arranged with thirty-seven formations, containing the power of the world in the painting, and the spirituality in it accommodates Zhiyang's predecessors, the perception of calligraphy and painting, and the confirmation of the grade, there is indeed no doubt about it, fair and selfless!"

Zhang Hang nodded.

"You...... How do you know?"

With round eyes, Zhang Ziqing was startled.

This Wu Dao mirror, after being refined, has been placed in the Calligraphers and Painters Guild, this clan meeting, knowing that someone challenged, only to tell the teacher, apply for it.

It took countless painstaking efforts to refine and only know these messages, and the person in front of him only glanced at it, and didn't even get it in his hand, so he said it casually......

Even her teacher can't do this!

"Oh, I happen to be a treasure connoisseur, and when I look at this thing, I recognize it......"

Zhang Hang didn't explain, and waved his hand casually.

"Treasure appreciation?" Zhang Ziqing was confused.

I haven't even heard of Wu Daojing, and I even told my origin when I looked at it...... Does Jianbao have this ability?

However, knowing that this is not the time to dwell on this, with a stroke of his palm, a blank piece of paper appeared on the table in front of him.

This white paper, unlike the rice paper I had seen before, was white all over and had a smooth surface, as if it was ordinary ink, and it couldn't be touched at all.

"This is [Streamer Paper], made of the blood of the Holy Beast, tempered with the Streamer Stone, painted on it, it will not rot for ten thousand years, it will not lose color, and each one is worth a lot of money......"

Zhang Wuchen, who was at the back of the crowd, nodded.

When a calligrapher or painter paints, the paper is the same as the samurai's sword, and the higher the level, the more beautiful the painting will be.

Streamer paper, in the entire calligraphy and painting world, is very famous, because of the low output, even if it is a nine-star calligrapher and painter, there are not a few, Zhang Ziqing took it out casually, and used it to paint, it seems that this competition has been very important.

"It should be that the news of the collapse of the formation reached my ears, and the other party happened to say that her painting was not good, so I took advantage of the topic to play, and wanted to give a dismount!"

With a move in his heart, Zhang Wuchen understood.

The formation of the Zhang family guarding the entrance was destroyed by this Zhang Xuan, and two hours ago, he spread to the clan, as long as it was the younger generation, he should know everything.

Although Zhang Ziqing is a woman, her family consciousness is very serious, and she must be full of displeasure, so she deliberately made excuses to let the other party know that there are mountains outside the mountains and there are heavens outside the sky!

Otherwise, this is the guest room, how could she appear here, and not impartially contradict the person in front of her?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look around, stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but shake my head.

"Several of them are here, it is estimated that this Zhang Hang is going to be unlucky......"

Seeing his movements, Elder Wuzhen knew what he was thinking, and lowered his voice.

"Hehe, that's fine, let this guy know that our Zhang family is powerful, and he won't be too arrogant......"

Zhang Wuchen nodded.

The top of the younger generation in the clan have basically come over, and it seems that the Great Elder's method is indeed good.

The younger generation goes to challenge, and outsiders can't say anything.

Call!

The two talked quietly, Zhang Ziqing in front of him, his wrist flipped again, and a brush appeared.

"It's the [Azure Holy Fox Pen], made of the tail hair of the Azure Fox...... Far more precious than streamer paper!"

"Take out two treasures at once, the guy on the other side is probably going to be unlucky!"

"This is not necessarily, knowing that Zhang Ziqing's calligraphy and painting are so strong, and he dares to accept the challenge, which shows that the calligraphy and painting must not be weak, and there may be more powerful treasures!"

"That's ......"

Seeing the appearance of the brush clearly, there was a discussion around him.

Those who can be invited by the Zhang family are all talented people, although the calligraphers and painters are out of the way, but the famous brushes, they have all heard of it.

The Azure Saint Fox Pen is the top in the entire continent.

"This pillar of incense is burned, if it can't be completed, it will be considered a loss!"

Taking out the ink again and licking the pen, Zhang Ziqing flicked her fingers, and a finger of long incense appeared in the middle of the courtyard, and began to burn slowly, emitting a faint fragrance.

Since it is a competition, it is natural to set the time, otherwise, you draw for half an hour, and the other party draws for ten years...... How can the effect be the same?

"Good!"

Zhang Hang answered.

Looking at the speed at which this incense burns, it will probably be exhausted in less than half an hour, and this time is used for painting, which is a little nervous.

"Let's get started......"

Seeing that he agreed, Zhang Ziqing was too lazy to talk nonsense, the brush was suspended on the streamer paper, and with a slight click, a curve immediately emerged, shining with dazzling light.

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