Stunning Princess

Zhu Liangjun went to the desk and patted the desk with both hands. The four treasures of the study on the desk flew up in an instant.

The thin rice paper is floating in the air, and the rich ink is splashing around.

Zhu Liangjun flew up on the tip of his feet, grabbed the brush and stained the ink in the air. On the slowly falling rice paper, he wrote two poems, which are everlasting and everlasting!

After Zhu Liangjun finished writing, he fell back to the ground, and then the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that flew up fell one after another. They fell in the original position of the desk, and even the ink didn't fade out.

The audience couldn't help exclaiming: "good!"

It's really good. It's well written. It's full of dragon and Phoenix.

The key is good Kung Fu. He uses his internal force to shake the things on the table, and carefully controls the direction of everything flying. Even when he writes, he uses lightness skills on his wrist, so that the ink stained brush will not easily pierce the hanging paper.

There is no comparison between calligraphy and martial arts.

The imperial dragon Yuan picked to pick eyebrow, low voice way: "Jin Luo lost."

Chu Jinghong nodded and looked at Jin Luo, who just had no expression on his face. At this moment, the wrinkles in his eyebrows could squeeze the flies to death. Then he knew that he must be in trouble.

Sure enough, Zhu Liangjun said, "it's your turn, Mr. Jin."

Over there, Jin Luo arched his hand and said, "I give up." He can't do it. He doesn't have Zhu Liangjun's good internal skill. Even if he can make pen, ink, paper and inkstone fly up, and then fall back to the original place, he can't guarantee not to poke through the hanging Xuan paper when he writes.

His practice of cursive, this is the need for wrist strength, he simply can not control the strength, and write good words.

It's better to admit defeat than to insult yourself.

Zhu Liangjun chuckled: "that's a concession!"

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In the third competition, Jinshan academy lost again.

Qin Yu couldn't sit still. After Jin Luo stepped down, Qin Yu couldn't help but ask, "who are you, Master Zhu? Why did you never hear your name in Zixu Academy in the past? "

Zhu Liangjun said with a sneer: "Qin mountain is long and noble. Many people forget things. I'm not surprised if I don't remember. When I cut down that tree, I will use it to carve out a few words, and let the head of Qinshan mountain touch it, then I will know who I am

This is clearly mocking Qin Yu for being blind.

That Du Zhangyi cold voice way: "Zhu Liangjun, you have not won, arrogant what?"

Zhu Liangjun sneered: "then please find a useful person to compare the fourth scene!"

As soon as Zhu Liangjun's voice fell, he took out his dagger and cut his palm. In an instant, blood poured into the inkstone in front of him. The thick ink and blood in the inkstone were on one side, black and red on the other.

Zhu Liangjun said: "the fourth scene is more vivid than the painting skill, one stroke of flower, to see who draws it."

When people saw Zhu Liangjun's brush tip and waist stained with blood and ink at the same time, the heart of the flower was red and the petals were black. He was walking upstream of Xuan paper. In a short time, a flower on the other side would jump onto the paper.

At the same time, they were surprised. It was more strange to draw the flowers of the underworld with blood.

But the blood color is full-bodied and bright, but it is more and more lifelike.

After Zhu Liangjun finished painting, he threw down his brush and stretched out his hand to let the people who came with him bandage his wound.

Seeing that everyone was in a daze, Zhu Liangjun said with a sneer, "what? No one dares to fight? Don't you just admit defeat? "

All the gentlemen in Jinshan academy look at each other. They can paint, but no one can do it in one stroke. Even if they can only do it in one stroke, no one can do it so beautifully.

If we lose this game again, Jinshan academy will lose three.

Qin Yu clenched his fist and asked, "who will fight?" If it were not for his blindness, he would have jumped onto the wooden platform.

However, no one dared to respond to this question.

On the one hand, they have no confidence in themselves; on the other hand, no one can afford the responsibility of closing Jinshan Academy.

The crowd was silent, and Qin Yu was so angry that he couldn't sit still. He was about to call on the teacher who taught painting skills in the Academy, when Chu Jinghong said on the wooden platform, "Mr. Qin, how about I win this game?"

Zhu Ling frowned slightly, because he heard clearly. Chu Jinghong said "I'll win", not "I'll compare".

Is she overconfident?!

Qin Yu's brow tightened when he heard that he was not relieved. He couldn't figure out what the royal family of Longyin city was going to do.

Qin Yu pursed his mouth, thought about it and asked, "are you sure you can win?"

Chu Jinghong said with a light smile: "it depends on what benefits the head of Qinshan gives me."

Qin Yu immediately asked, "what do you want?"

Chu Jinghong looked at Jin Luo, who was very pale, and said, "I want to be the head of Jinshan Academy. The former head of your church is defeated without fighting, but I can win with certainty. It's not too much to be a head of your church. "The crowd couldn't help exclaiming.

The people of Longyin city have such a big appetite. If there is one more person in charge, will they take the position of mountain leader?

Du Zhangyi, who couldn't calm down, said angrily, "how can you be the headmaster if you are a girl?"

Chu Jinghong sneered and said, "you are all men in the yard. Who can win this painting?"

Du Zhangyi was not breathed by Chu Jinghong, and almost fell back.

Chu Jinghong looked at Qin Yu and said, "Mr. Qin, have you considered it clearly? I'm a little tired. If you delay any longer, Jinshan academy will be closed. Don't talk about a headmaster. Even you, the headmaster, can't do it! "

Qin Yu's lips pressed tightly. Although he was very angry at being coerced, he had to admit that Chu Jinghong was right.

If we lose this battle, we will end the debate today and the Jinshan Academy.

After weighing the pros and cons, Qin Yu finally said, "well, if the imperial lady can win, you will be the head of our Jinshan Academy."

Jin Luo shivered and looked up at Qin Yu, but he didn't dare to stop him.

But Chu Jinghong had already walked to the table and said with a smile, "then I'm not polite."

Chu Jinghong's voice fell, so he took out a silver needle to pierce his fingertips and took the blood as red.

Yu Longyuan couldn't help but frown and murmur: "you want to take blood, use mine, why hurt yourself."

Chu Jinghong's cheek was slightly red, and he said, "it's just silver needle taking blood. It doesn't hurt. You see, it's all healed."

Clearly the scene is anxious, their husband and wife two people can also be affectionate, see the public can't help speechless.