The champion of protecting flowers in modern times

There is also a problem with rice paper!

Ximen Lang was even more shocked, and hastily reached out and touched the paper, his face changed.

Swish to pale again.

This is not like the paper quality of the competition!

At this moment, Ximen Lang's heart turned cold.

"What should I do?" His lips turned white, cold sweat broke out from Ximen Lang's hands, and his heart felt extremely heavy in an instant.

At this moment, he couldn't even scold, but couldn't make a sound.

Because in this situation, what should be considered more is the solution to the problem, and now, Ximen Lang feels powerless and desperate for a while.A clever woman can't cook without rice. Xiao Keqing's paintings and calligraphy are indeed amazing, but with bad ink and poor paper, this painting may not be completed at all.

The sun rises in the east?At this moment, Ximen Lang felt that the night was shrouded.

"what happened?"

"What happened." Many people in the audience noticed this scene at this moment, and they couldn't help but became puzzled.

The hearts of everyone in Shanhe couldn't help shaking again at the same time, their heartbeats rose to the top of their voices, and they stared closely at the front.From Ximen Lang's expression, they saw something very bad.

"People from the Jun family were able to tamper with the paper and ink blocks of the competition." Jun Tieying's strength could easily hear the conversation between Ximen Lang and Henry Zhang, and his expression immediately darkened.

"Despicable and shameless!" Ximen Lang gritted his teeth, and suddenly hurried to check other papers.

"The bad ones are all broken paper." Ximen Lang opened his eyes wide and burst out with hatred, "Nearly a hundred spare match papers have all been swapped."

Henry Zhang held the ink pen in his hand, pondered for a moment, then stained some ink, and the tip of the pen fell on the rice paper.

As soon as the ink touched the paper, the paper seemed to absorb the ink, and the ink immediately spread across the paper, turning into a large black blur.

Seeing this scene, Ximen Lang's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

It will be like this with just a little touch. How can you use such paper and ink to paint?

It was simply done on purpose.

"Three judges." Henry Zhang raised his eyes towards the three of Shui Xiuzhu and raised his voice, "I apply for a replacement of the competition ink and rice paper."

As soon as the voice fell, there was an immediate uproar at the scene.

not understand.

Why should it be replaced?

"Hmph, there are so many demands." Many representatives participating in the competition couldn't help curling their lips in disdain.

At this time, the three judges had already sat back on the high platform of the judges' seats. Hearing the sound, the three of them were startled at the same time. After a while, Li Weiguo said in a deep voice, "There are enough ink sticks and rice paper prepared for the calligraphy and painting competition. Change the paper during the competition. , not within the rules."

"But our ink sticks and rice paper are broken, it's not fair!" Ximen Lang couldn't help but said loudly.

"Are you questioning our Painting and Calligraphy Alliance?" Li Weiguo's expression immediately darkened.

"Ximenlang, don't say more." Henry Zhang waved his hand directly to stop Ximenlang who continued to speak, and glanced at the time, only 10 minutes left, "At this time, even if they ask them to change the paper and ink A lot of time will be wasted during this period! What's more, we Shanhe people don't need to ask for help!"

"But... this..." Ximen Lang frowned tightly, clenched his fists, full of unwillingness.

He would not be reconciled if Shanhe was defeated by such means.

Henry Zhang raised his eyes and glanced coldly at the three judges.

For the Jun family to be able to cheat the world and change the world, it must have bribed the people in the Painting and Calligraphy Alliance.Most likely, it is one of the three judges in front of me.The request he just made was just to test the tone of the three of them.

Now it seems that Li Weiguo is the most suspected.

"Ximen Lang, find me a basin of clean water." Henry Zhang ordered in a deep voice.

"A basin of clear water?" Ximen Lang was stunned.

"Go." Henry Zhang nodded, "I'm useful."

On the high platform, Shui Xiuzhu cast his eyes down and frowned slightly, "Is there really something wrong with their paper?"

"Brother Shui, don't you believe their ridiculous reasons?" Li Weiguo sneered disdainfully, "In my opinion, these people have no strength at all except to make a scene and disrupt the order of the game."

Huang Changnian on the side frowned slightly, but didn't make a sound.

There are still 10 minutes left in the game.

Shui Xiuzhu didn't speak again, just sighed softly in his heart.

Although he felt that Henry Zhang was arrogant, but he was definitely not a nonsense person, and he should have some strength.It's a pity that in the current situation, even if he wants to help Henry Zhang, there is too little time.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Henry Zhang stood in front of the table. The long table used in the competition was nearly three meters long and about 1.5 meters wide, and the paper had a corresponding size.

As for borrowing paper and ink from the opponents next to him, Henry Zhang has not considered it, but judging from the expressions of each of them watching the jokes, the chance of lending paper to him is even smaller.They can't wait to see Shanhe eliminated immediately.

"Finish."

At this time, Xu Lepeng from Yunfeng Painting and Calligraphy Company had already put down his pen.

Looking up, a very confident smile appeared on his face.

First, it is already in his heart.

The time left for the competition is getting shorter and shorter, and company representatives have completed the competition one after another.

As for Henry Zhang, he hasn't written yet.

The surrounding crowd became more and more commotion, and most of the eyes were on Henry Zhang.

"You still haven't started to write. Could it be that there is something wrong with the ink and paper, and you have surrendered in disguise?"

"Shadow."

"The last 10 minutes, within 10 minutes, is there still time to do a painting and a calligraphy?"

"Hanging."

When the news came out, Jun Wulin of Xianglin Company had returned to him with a smile on his face.

Everyone in Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting tightened their hearts. At this time, Jun Tieying looked at Henry Zhang quietly.

She is not worried.Because she didn't see any worry in Henry Zhang's eyes, on the contrary, she was confident.

As the end of the game approached, the confident expression on his face became more and more intense.

"Let's go, everyone, let's go."

Ximen Lang, who had left, finally came back. It was not so easy to bring in a basin of water from the outside. Ximen Lang yelled hoarsely, and a few people from Shanhe in front helped to open the way, and finally brought a large bucket of water He brought it in, and rushed to the arena of the competition panting.

Bring water here?

All the onlookers were stunned, not understanding what Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy was trying to sell.

Now this is a painting and calligraphy competition.

"Water, here comes the water." Ximen Lang gasped, and put the bucket aside.

Henry Zhang patted Ximen Lang's shoulder, and a gust of air flowed in, calming his shortness of breath immediately.

Ximen Lang glanced at Henry Zhang in surprise, and the admiration in his eyes became stronger.

"There are still seven or eight minutes." Henry Zhang said, "Continue to grind the ink."

At this time, Ximen Lang had no other thoughts in his mind except for absolutely obeying Henry Zhang's orders.

Things have come to this point, except for a fight, Shanhe has no way out.

At this moment, the remaining nineteen companies have completed paintings and calligraphy, and everyone's eyes are on Henry Zhang.

"Did you start writing in the last few minutes?"

"Are you still in the final struggle?"

"What do you know? Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting staged the myth of counterattack." The person who said this was definitely a die-hard fan of Shanhe. However, after saying this, countless people immediately sniffed and laughed jokingly.

As soon as Henry Zhang dipped the ink pen in his hand, his eyes calmly swept the rice paper spread in front of him, and suddenly a stroke fell, like a dragon and snake flying, swipe quickly...

At this time, Ximen Lang was sharpening the ink quickly while watching Henry Zhang's painting with anxious frowns.

His expression became more and more gloomy.

Although Henry Zhang wrote the pen very quickly, and every stroke was outlined very well, but there was something wrong with the rice paper and the ink. After the pen fell, the ink would quickly spread around without any rules, and suddenly became It was pitch black.

After Henry Zhang's strokes were finished, the picture scroll in front of him was a large blur of black.

It's not so much a painting as it is just graffiti.

"This kind of ink paper can't be used for painting at all!" Ximen Lang gritted his teeth with a deep heart, "let alone writing."

However, Henry Zhang's expression remained unchanged at the moment, he quickly probed with his left hand, took another roll of rice paper from the side, and raised his hand suddenly...

call!

Brand new rice paper landed on top of what appeared to be a scribbled painting.

Whoosh whoosh~~~

The ink pen in Henry Zhang's hand fell again, extremely fast, as if the pen was flying like lightning, and the pen was incredibly fast.

call!

call!

call!

Sheets of rice paper were piled up one after another, and after each painting was finished, it was a piece of pitch black, which could not be called a painting at all. However, Henry Zhang seemed to ignore all of this at all, and the ink pen in his hand danced quickly Then, the rice paper underneath was not taken out, but just piled up one by one.

"The last three minutes."

The surroundings became more and more quiet, and the eyes of the audience were all on Henry Zhang.

"He has already stacked 36 pieces of rice paper, what is it for?"

"In 3 minutes, he is still painting. Did he forget that there is calligraphy?"

"It's not like he wants to abandon calligraphy and win directly with paintings. That's impossible. The two scores will be divided into half."

"It's just grandstanding, this person has no strength at all."

call!call!call!

One by one rice paper is stacked up.

On the contrary, the expression on Henry Zhang's face became more and more relaxed, which formed a completely different contrast with Ximen Lang's anxious and dignified expression. Ximen Lang had been watching Henry Zhang's 'scribbles' from the side all the time. How could such a painting likely to win the game.

As time passed by, Ximen Lang had no hope at all.

In his opinion, Xiao Keqing is probably just venting his dissatisfaction with this competition at this moment.It is a form of protest.

"97..."

"98!"

"99!"

"One hundred!! He used all the rice paper in the competition, what the hell is this guy doing. It seems that he really surrendered."

Snapped!

After flying fast like a dragon and snake on the last piece of rice paper for a while, Henry Zhang broke the ink pen in his hand violently.

fell to the ground.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

"The game is over!" The host's voice resounded.

"Finish."

To everyone's surprise, Henry Zhang raised his eyes at this moment, and nodded with a confident smile.