The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 39: Blank Paper? Mo Lan is shocked!

In front of the desk in the center of the classroom.

Lingsi looked at Su Changqing, who was writing seriously, and felt troubled while holding the pen.

"Second Brother Su asked me to take care of him and show some mercy, but how can I let him go?"

"The brush, ink, paper and inkstone are all ordinary, and even the noble spirit of Confucianism and Taoism cannot be expressed. This calligraphy is only perfect in the 'shape'?"

"Or not yet?"

Lingsi was a little distressed. This care and leniency was based on the fact that the gap between the two was not that big.

But now, let alone letting go, even if she let go, it would be difficult for Su Changqing to be on the same level as her.

"Forget it, just write it as if it is perfect in the word 'skill'. Then I can encourage my junior brother and save some face."

Thinking of this, Lingsi picked up the pen and wrote lines of beautiful small characters one after another on the paper.

……

In front of the school.

Although he knew he would win, Wei Cang's face still looked ugly.

He looked at Li Qingchen who was calm and composed beside him and said coldly:

"Don't think I don't know that you came here on purpose to lose to me."

"Is this charity? Or humiliation?"

"I, Wei Cang, will not accept charity. I will definitely win you fair and square once!"

Wei Cang's voice was filled with anger. Li Qingchen's behavior clearly showed that he looked down on him.

Why? Because he's old, so you feel sorry for him and give him a victory?
He does not need it!
Li Qingchen and Shuhan beside him were both stunned when they heard this.

alms?

Who gave you alms?
It's a free victory. If Changqing, who has mastered the four arts, wants to win for free, it would be unless the opponent is Emperor Wen.

"Ahem, Senior Brother."

Li Qingchen said with a strange look on his face: "I didn't give you any charity, nor did I intend to let you win."

Wei Cang laughed angrily when he heard this, "You don't intend to let me win?"

"Do you expect a child who can't even read the Haoran Qi to win Lingsi?"

"You don't have the noble spirit of Confucianism and Taoism, and you even use the worst of the four treasures of the study. Isn't it obvious that you are going to admit defeat?"

Upon hearing this, the two great scholars Mo Lan and Yi Xian nodded in approval.

This is indeed a bit too obvious.

Li Qingchen opened his mouth when he saw this, but he felt like he had no way to defend himself and couldn't help but have a headache.

At this moment, Su Changqing raised his hand to signal. Coincidentally, Lingsi beside him also stopped writing and said at the same time:
"I've written it."

Li Qingchen was too lazy to explain after hearing this, "Let's see the result."

……

In order to prevent cheating, Shuhan went to collect Lingsi's articles, and Qingfeng from Bailu Academy went to collect Su Changqing's.

Everything went smoothly for Shuhan. He looked at the beautiful handwriting in his hand, smiled and nodded.

"Junior sister has made great progress and has great potential to enter Taoism in the future."

Ling Si smiled upon hearing this and said confidently: "Thank you for the compliment, Senior Brother. I will work hard."

Shuhan nodded, took the article in his hand and handed it to the two great scholars for evaluation.

But at this moment, Qingfeng, who was collecting the article, suddenly laughed out loud.

"Junior brother, is this the answer sheet you want to hand in?"

Qingfeng looked at the blank white paper in his hand and couldn't help laughing.

"That's right, thank you for your help, Senior Brother!"

Su Changqing nodded seriously.

He has already tried his best, whether he can win depends on God's will.

"Although you are a relative, you are too arrogant."

Qingfeng shook his head and the smile on his face turned a little cold.

Even if they are related, they don't hand in blank papers, right? This is too contemptuous!

"A person with connections? Arrogant?"

Su Changqing was confused and didn't understand what the other party was talking about.

"Qingfeng, what happened?" Wei Cang asked with a frown.

"Dean, Junior Brother Zhiyu handed in a blank paper." Qingfeng said truthfully. As soon as this was said, Wei Cang and the two great scholars frowned.

This kind of behavior is no longer a matter of literary level, but a matter of attitude!
Just as Qingfeng said, it’s too arrogant!
In the outer sky, Su Zian also covered his face with his hands.

……

"Blank paper?"

Su Changqing was stunned, looked at the plain paper in Qingfeng's hand, pointed and said: "Brother, can't you see it?"

"what did you see?"

Qing Feng said unhappily: "Seeing your arrogant and domineering attitude?"

"Forget it, Senior Brother."

Seeing this, Ling Si hurriedly whispered, "It's just a literary competition, there's no need to be aggressive."

Su Changqing was even more confused after hearing this. He still didn't know what had happened.

Instead, Shuhan in front of him slapped his forehead and understood something.

Of course, what Qingfeng saw was a blank paper.

When calligraphy is practiced, the characters do not appear worldly. It is amazing that Qingfeng can see that.

To put it bluntly, "wild boars cannot eat fine bran."

"Junior Brother Qingfeng, you don't have to worry about so much. Hand in your answer sheet and let the senior judge freely."

Shuhan spoke.

"Why are you still handing it over? Isn't the outcome obvious?" Qingfeng said angrily.

Wei Cang, who was standing above, looked down at Li Qingchen.
"If you don't want to compete, there's no need to do this. Handing in a blank paper? You're so smart!"

Wei Cang was almost furious. He had been preparing nervously for this literary competition for two years.

But the other party didn't care at all. How could he not be angry?
"Qingchen, this is too much!"

At this time, even the two great scholars, Mo Lan and Yixian, had gloomy expressions.

Li Qingchen sighed upon seeing this.

As expected, opponents of different levels cannot compete with each other, as the opponents will not be able to understand the advanced methods.

"Changqing, go and hand over the answer sheet to the two seniors."

"Let them see your blank paper!"

Li Qingchen waved his hand and gave orders.

"Yes."

Su Changqing took the answer sheet with full of doubts and placed it on the desks of the two great scholars.

Mo Lan and Yixian both looked unhappy. What was there to see in a blank paper?

Wouldn't that make you look stupid?

However, seeing Li Qingchen standing aside, Mo Lan sighed, and gave Ruxian some face, and picked up the white paper on the table.

But the next moment.
"Bang!"

Mo Lan stood up suddenly, not even noticing the wooden stool behind him that had fallen over.

He stared at the answer sheet in his hand with wide eyes, and his beard was trembling with excitement.

The white scrolls in Qingfeng's eyes now looked to him like fishes and dragons dancing together, with the rhythm of Tao always alive!
The connected fonts are free and elegant, like koi carps swimming together.

The brushstrokes are vigorous, like a dancing dragon!

The two originally contradictory artistic conceptions are connected and perfectly integrated, with fish and dragon coexisting!
And when the mind was completely immersed in it, the fonts seemed to soar into the sky, and the roar of a giant dragon sounded in the ears.

"hold head high!"

The great scholar Mo Lan was horrified and could not help but take a step back, his whole body trembling!

The great scholar Yixian and Wei Cang, who were standing by, both frowned when they saw this.

As a highly respected Confucian senior, Mo Lan's reaction was inappropriate.

Besides, why would a blank piece of paper be like this?

Even if we give face to Ruxian, this attitude is too much!

"Senior Mo Lan, isn't this a little too fake?"

Wei Cang said unhappily.

Mo Lan ignored what he said, and stared at the answer sheet in his hand, mumbling like a dream,

"Immortal Seal. Fish and Dragon Dance!"

(End of this chapter)