Bai Tingting said that Long Chenwen was good and the others were not worth mentioning, which angered everyone in the building.
"How unreasonable, how dare you say that Lord Long is not good? It's so arrogant."
"Do you know Yu Shinan? He was also defeated by Master Long."
"Brother Lihe, Master Long is not here, so I would like to trouble you to teach this young man a lesson."
Wang Lihe stood with his hands behind his back and smiled sinisterly: "We scholars pay attention to music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but nothing compares to this! What do you think?"
I thought I was going to compete against each other in poems and poems, but I didn’t expect to compete in talent.
Bai Tingting was a little panicked. She had been with Long Chen for so long, but she had never seen him playing the piano, painting, chess, and practicing calligraphy.
Long Chen thought to himself: He really doesn't know how to play the piano, and he has never practiced painting. He has only learned how to play chess and calligraphy.
"Then let's compete in calligraphy! Which of you will do it? Or should we do it together?"
Long Chen seized the opportunity and was the first to compete in calligraphy, saving Wang Lihe from competing in piano playing and painting, which Long Chen couldn't compete with.
No one is omnipotent, and Long Chen cannot be omnipotent, so he must learn to hide his weaknesses and use his own strengths to attack others' weaknesses.
"Hahaha..."
The crowd burst into laughter.
"Do you know that Brother Lihe is a famous calligrapher in the capital?"
"The crane-style calligraphy he created was even praised by the Holy One."
"You have humiliated yourself. Now is the time to beg for mercy and save yourself from embarrassment."
"He has been disgraced."
Bai Tingting only remembered the name Wang Lihe when she heard the Chinese character "Crane".
There is indeed a kind of font circulating in the capital, which was originally created by Wang Lihe. It looks like a crane dancing in the sky, very elegant.
Bai Tingting nudged Long Chen with her elbow and said, "Is that okay?"
Long Chen smiled slightly: "You dare to say that I can't do it, I guarantee you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."
Bai Tingting's pretty face was slightly angry, and she cursed in a low voice: "Seriously!"
Long Chen smiled and said: "What I said is serious."
Bai Tingting was completely speechless, Long Chen was wretched regardless of the occasion...
The short-built man immediately asked the waiter in the building to bring a table and spread out pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Another fat man brought a bowl of well water, studied the ink carefully, and said flatteringly: "Brother Wang, the ink is ready, please brush it."
Picking up the purple brush, Wang Lihe wrote quickly on the paper and wrote a poem, which was Long Chen's poem about plum blossoms.
"Brother Wang's calligraphy, combined with Master Long's poems, is wonderful."
"Master Long's poems are only worthy of Brother Lihe's words."
Everyone was obviously praising Wang Lihe, but Long Chen always felt that they were praising him. This feeling was so strange.
Wang Lihe said proudly: "To tell you the truth, I practice calligraphy using Master Long's poems every day. After practicing, I feel refreshed and my poetry level has also improved."
Everyone praised Wang Lihe again, saying that Wang Lihe had great vision.
The short man chuckled and said, "Brother, it's your turn."
Long Chen chuckled and said: "This poem about plum blossoms is good, but we can make a better one."
hiss...
Everyone took a deep breath and looked at Long Chen as if he were a fool.
Wang Lihe said angrily: "How dare you! It's okay for you to despise me. How dare you despise Master Long!"
Long Chen didn't know what to say about Wang Lihe. Should he say he was a die-hard fan? Or a mentally retarded fan?
Long Chen looked at Wang Lihe's handwriting and said: "Your handwriting is good and has some meaning, but you lack masculinity and have no bones."
What Long Chen said made Wang Lihe almost vomit blood. He was a sissy and hated being told that he was not masculine.
"Don't you dare say I'm unmasculine!"
Wang Lihe was furious.
Long Chen shook his head and smiled, picked up a pen and said calmly: "Spread the paper for me."
The servants in the store carefully laid out the rice paper, and everyone gathered around waiting to see the joke.
Bai Tingting was very worried behind her. She didn't know whether Long Chen could do it or not.
Long Chen took up his pen and wrote the first sentence: All the flowers are swaying, and they are blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.
Wang Lihe touched his chin, nodded slightly, and said, "It's okay, but not as good as Mr. Long."
Everyone behind him also felt inferior.
Long Chen continued to write and wrote the second sentence: Sparse shadows slant across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk.
hiss...
Wang Lihe's face froze, and everyone onlookers were also stunned.
"Queju! You can compare with Master Long!"
"Where did this come from? You have such literary talent?"
"If you look at his handwriting, his muscles and bones are fully visible, and he is full of masculinity. Compared with Brother Lihe, it is indeed..."
Wang Lihe also noticed that Long Chen's calligraphy exuded an upright temperament, and his crane-style calligraphy was far inferior.
"Who are you? Are you so powerful?"
Wang Lihe exclaimed.
Long Chen continued to finish writing, then put down the brush and said with a smile: "Unknown people, don't bother asking more questions."
Bai Tingting walked forward and asked in surprise: "Who did you learn your calligraphy from?"
Long Chen said seriously: "I created it myself!"
Bai Tingting smiled shyly: "Brother is so awesome, people like him so much."
Bai Tingting suddenly acted coquettishly, and Long Chen almost fell for her.
The men around her looked at Bai Tingting with burning eyes, like mosquitoes seeing blood. They liked this very much.
Long Chen smiled and said: "I should win this game, let's compete in chess again."
Everyone immediately cleared a chessboard. Long Chen sat beside Bai Zi and Bai Tingting stood behind him.
Wang Lihe hesitated for a moment, then turned to a slender man and said, "Brother Zhou Jin, your chess skills are better than mine, are you here?"
A man named Zhou Jin walked over openly, sat opposite Long Chen, and said, "Okay, I'll do it!"
Sit down on both sides, Heizi will go first...
Fourth floor.
A boy quickly walked into the room, and sitting inside was a fair-skinned, muscular, and good-looking young man.
This person is the new leader of the Dark Guard, Dragon Slayer.
He has a unique skill, which is the art of disguise, which allows him to change his appearance instantly.
"Commander, there is a powerful person downstairs. Wang Lihe actually lost the calligraphy competition with him."
Shoulong was painting powder in front of the mirror. He looked at the young man in the mirror and said coldly: "Oh? He can actually surpass Wang Lihe in calligraphy. He is a real person."
"Where did it come from? Can you ask me clearly?"
The boy shook his head and said, "He looks very strange. I've never seen him before. He just composed an excellent poem about plum blossoms."
Dragon Slayer Fu Fen's hand suddenly stopped, turned around and asked: "What poem?"
The boy recited Long Chen's poem about plum blossoms. After listening to Long Chen, his body shook violently and a ferocious smile appeared on his face: "Long Cheng'en! We're here!"
The boy asked in horror: "Is he Long Cheng'en?"
Mie Long put down the packet of pink powder and sneered: "There are too many talented people in this world. Last time one came from Wangqing Pavilion, and this time there is another one from our Literature Museum. Who else is there if it's not Long Chengen!"
The boy said in horror: "Commander, we have been discovered!"
Dragon Slayer sneered: "No, we were not discovered!"
The boy asked in confusion: "Long Cheng'en came to the door, how could he not find it? He asked to see the commander by name."
Slayer shook his head slightly and said with cunning eyes: "What I mean is that since he disguised himself and sneaked into the literature museum, he thought we couldn't find him."
"In this case, we will use this trick to pretend we don't know and let him come up!"
"So, I said he didn't notice it!"
The young man suddenly understood and exclaimed: "The commander is brilliant!"
Slayer's eyes were sharp and he said decisively: "Go, gather everyone in Rouge Lane and kill the dragon tonight!"
The boy ducked out of the literature hall and immediately summoned all the secret guards in Rouge Lane.
