My friends are gods

Chapter 215 Reserved Killing
Of course, the reason why Song Qiming is so calm has a lot to do with his experience.

Let's just say that during this winter vacation, what Song Qiming experienced was something that no one else had ever experienced in their entire lives.

Naturally, the xinxing has also undergone a great change.

In particular, the improvement in strength brought Song Qiming's mind to a new level.

He shook his head and planned to leave this place.

But at this time, someone suddenly said: "Student Song, what are you doing at the headquarters of the Calligraphy Association?"

Song Qiming didn't respond, and didn't bother to respond.

"Heh!" The man sneered, and said sarcastically, "You are the only one who has the nerve to come to this circle? You don't even look, who are the people around you? Young Master Zhao has three full fonts hung above the headquarters." But what about your works? I think you have a name for nothing.”

Song Qiming's footsteps stopped slightly.

Turning his head slightly, he glanced at the man.

This person is none other than the one Zhao Yan winked at.

Not surprisingly, he must be Zhao Yan's number one dog leg.

Song Qiming had already borne it again and again, but this guy was pushing ahead. If they didn't know what it means to be powerful, they probably wouldn't let it go.

"What do you want?" Song Qiming looked at the man and said with a faint smile.

The man sneered and said, "What can I do? I want you to admit in public that your calligraphy is not as good as Young Master Zhao's. You just have an empty name and no real strength. People like you are not worthy of joining the Calligraphy Association at all. "

Song Qiming frowned.

Turning his eyes slightly, he finally locked on Zhao Yan, and said calmly, "Master Zhao?"

"Not bad." Zhao Yan looked at Song Qiming with a smile.

In the past, he was modest and courteous, but now, he looks superior, even avoiding politeness.

It was originally to test Song Qiming, but Song Qiming never got angry, which made Zhao Yan feel that this is a soft persimmon with no ability, so he naturally maintained his disdain for Song Qiming.

"I warn you, it's best not to use your little thoughts on me."

Song Qiming said flatly: "Do what you have to do. If you still trouble me, be careful that I'm not polite to you."

"Ha ha……"

Hearing this, Zhao Yan raised his head and laughed, and said to everyone mockingly: "Did you hear that, he said he was going to be rude to me, this is the first time I heard such a thing, I am really scared. "

Zhao Yan's number one dog leg immediately stood up and said to Song Qiming: "If you have the guts, compare calligraphy with Master Zhao to see who is better."

"Not bad, let's compare."

"It must be compared to come out with a high or low."

"There's no need to compare. Young Master Zhao has so many works. Does Song Qiming have one?"

The other people also echoed and shouted.

Indeed, Song Qiming has no works.

Strictly speaking, Song Qiming did have a work that was hung in the Calligraphy Association of Haizhou City.

But it is only one work.

The headquarters of the Calligraphy Association wanted to hang it in the headquarters, but was rejected by the Haizhou branch.

Song Qiming's work is a treasure, a work of art. It is placed in the store, which is equivalent to the level of the treasure of the town store. How could it be given a place?
In this regard, the headquarters of the Calligraphy Association has no choice.

Therefore, the entire headquarters knew that there were no works by Song Qiming at all.

The surrounding noises attracted the attention of many people.

Among them, there was a delicate-looking woman who was quietly looking at the calligraphy. After hearing the chaos around her, she frowned slightly, and slowly shifted her gaze to look here.

Of course, there was another main reason for looking here - Song Qiming.

This name occupies a place in this woman's heart.

The two did not meet each other, but the woman had been fascinated by Song Qiming for a long time, and now they could finally see each other.

"This is the Song Qiming who is highly respected by grandpa?" The woman looked at Song Qiming, with curiosity shining in her beautiful eyes.

She looked at Song Qiming with interest.

As if sensing her gaze, Song Qiming looked over.

The woman immediately lowered her head in embarrassment.

Among the crowd, Song Qiming's eyes flashed slightly.

This woman was exactly the type of person he was looking for - extremely suitable for cultivation.

"It seems that the first disciple has been found." Song Qiming thought to himself, with a smile on his face.

As for this scene, everyone present followed Song Qiming's gaze when they saw it.

At a glance, his expression suddenly became extremely exciting.

This guy actually dared Liu Zhiqing.

This is Zhao Yan's favorite woman.

Originally, Zhao Yan was not a magnanimous person, but this time, I am afraid there is something good to watch.

"What are you looking at!"

Sure enough, Zhao Yan opened his mouth with a sullen face, and scolded: "I am discussing calligraphy with you now, and you are still distracted to look at other places, especially beautiful women. I think your thoughts are very dirty. People like you , What kind of good calligraphy can you write?"

Zhao Yan has always liked Liu Zhiqing who has a scholarly temperament.

This matter is not a secret in the calligraphy circle, and many people in Yenching University know about it.

Even though Zhao Yan has not pursued Liu Zhiqing until now, deep down in his heart, he has already regarded Liu Zhiqing as his own taboo and does not allow others to touch her.

Song Qiming glanced at Zhao Yan.

He could naturally tell that Zhao Yan was interested in Liu Zhiqing.

But he never expected that Zhao Yan turned out to be a little sick, and other people couldn't even look at it.

This is ridiculous.

Song Qiming wanted to talk to Liu Zhiqing, but he didn't want to talk to the people here, so he simply said: "Isn't it just a comparison of calligraphy, so let's do it."

Get this guy over with, and save them trouble.

With a wave of his palm, Song Qiming picked up a brush from the table, and it was stained with pitch black ink.

Then, with a strong wrist, he quickly wrote down a word.

A "kill" word.

"kill!"

Someone yelled.

Zhao Yan stared at Song Qiming in vain, this was a provocation to him.

I'd like to see what's so great about your calligraphy!
His gaze shifted slowly, staying on the word "kill".

Generally speaking, the word "kill" is majestic or sharp, which can best reflect the killing spirit.

However, the word "kill" written by Song Qiming is very restrained.

From the looks of it, it is flat and indifferent, and there is no sharp edge around it.

However, all the murderous intentions are contained within the words.

At first glance, it is unremarkable, and there is nothing outstanding, that is, it is better than ordinary people.

But if you look closely, you can realize the real murderous intent contained in it.

That murderous intent was as sharp as a sword, and as majestic as a sea.

One word contains a lot.

(End of this chapter)