Chapter 710

"I see how long you can be arrogant!" Huang Dong hummed with a heavy heart: "everyone, since Lin Chengfei is so confident, we will each write a copy. Otherwise, we will look down on others and make them even more unhappy."

"Yes Yang Yiwen also said: "everyone write a copy to see how capable he is and how many of us can be crushed."

Lu yuanfan said with a smile: "in this case, we are not welcome. Lin Chengfei, you should take out all your strength."

Lin Chengfei said with a faint smile: "as we all know, my poems can cure people's diseases. Let's compare and see who wrote the words that can cure one of the people present. What do you think?"

Then he pointed to the old lady with a protruding waist plate and said, "old lady, would you like to be our witness?"

The old lady nodded quickly and said, "yes, how can I testify?"

"Look who wrote the word, it can cure your waist!" Lin Chengfei said with a smile.

Listen to Lin Chengfei's words, Huang Dongxin a group of people are secretly frowning.

They don't have the ability.

And since Lin Chengfei has brought this up, he obviously has full confidence.

If they agree to Lin Chengfei's request, won't they definitely lose?

"No way!" Yang Yiwen was the first to object: "who doesn't know that you are not only proficient in calligraphy and painting, but also highly skilled in medical skills. Even if you can cure this lady's waist, it can't prove that you cured her with poetry. Maybe you used medical skills?"

"Not bad!" Lu yuanfan nodded and agreed: "since it's painting and calligraphy, it's only painting and calligraphy. It shouldn't be mixed with other messy things."

"Don't you agree?"

"Of course not."

"That's good!" Lin Chengfei laughs: "it's only better than painting and calligraphy. Today, I will convince you."

After that, he ignored the other people's surprised expression, directly bent down, Shua Shua Shua, wrote a string of natural and unrestrained words on the paper.

"The jade pot is green silk. Why is it too late to sell wine. The mountain flower smiles at me, just when holding the cup. "

"In the evening, under the east window, the warbler is here. Spring breeze and drunken guests are suitable today. "

This is one of Li Bai's poems, which is not as famous as other poems, but it is free and easy.

Especially with the words of Lin Chengfei, the charm of this poem is fully displayed.

Lin Chengfei put down his pen and looked at Huang Dongxin with a smile: "I have finished writing. It's your turn."

At this time, the old lady was a little unhappy and said, "Xiao Lin, didn't you say that you want to cure my waist and let me testify? How can you leave me alone now? "

Lin Chengfei said with a smile, "don't worry, old lady. When I send these people away, I will treat you right away."

"Let's just say that. You can't default." The old lady said happily.

"Absolutely not Lin Chengfei swore.

Huang Dongxin and others poke their heads to see Lin Cheng's handwriting.

Lin Chengfei also did not cover up, but said faintly: "everyone, you still don't write? How long do you want me to wait? "

"Are you really finished?" Huang Dongxin is far away from Lin Chengfei. He is old, and his eyes are not very good. He doesn't believe that Lin Chengfei has written a picture in such a short time.

This is a contest.

There's still a big bet.

Isn't he supposed to think before and after the enemy and write seriously?

How dare you be so casual?

Lin Chengfei said with a smile: "it's said that it's finished. In fact, it's still short of the last stroke. When you're finished, my painting will be almost finished."

Huang Dongxin and others took a long breath and hummed heavily: "put on airs!"

They also bowed their heads and thought to themselves what words to write to suppress Lin Chengfei's arrogance.

About five minutes later, Huang Dongxin was the first to write.

Then, Lu yuanfan and others began to write their words.

They wrote much slower than Lin Chengfei, about ten minutes before they put down their pen again.

Huang Dongxin looked at Lin Chengfei happily: "come on, put the words together, let you compare."

When they began to write, they could not wait to surround them.

After they finished writing, they were even more amazed.

"The master is indeed a master. When you look at it, you can see that it shows a strong master style." The old man pointed to Huang Dongxin's words and commented.

"What you have written has its own advantages, but generally speaking, I think Mr. Lu's painting is better."

"I think Mr. Yang's painting is better. Last night, it was raining and windy, and I couldn't sleep without drinking. Ask roller shutter people, but the road is still Begonia. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin. How beautiful the artistic conception is The old lady pointed to Yang Yiwen's words and said.From beginning to end, they didn't pay attention to Lin Chengfei. Tqr1

Huang Dongxin and other celebrities whom they have admired for a long time are comparable to Lin Chengfei.

Although they also feel that it's a bit out of the ordinary for such a group of old guys to find a young man than calligraphy and painting, they are only excited to see them splash ink on the spot.

Whether they are kind or not, it's true that they can satisfy their eyes.

They didn't go to see what Lin Chengfei wrote.

Anyway, I firmly believe that Lin Chengfei will lose.

And it's going to be a terrible loss.

"Do you hear me?" Huang Dongxin said with a triumphant smile: "justice is in the heart of the people. Although we have our own strengths, everyone is enough to make the people present exclaim. What about you? Dare you take your words, put them together and compare them? "

Lin Chengfei smiles and does not speak. He adds another pen to the paper.

This is just a point in the last poem.

It's a full stop.

And after he did it.

In the teahouse, there was a faint smell of wine.

The boss with the best nose frowned and said, "what's the taste?"

Then he sniffed a few times and suddenly exclaimed, "this is the fragrance of wine. Is it really the fragrance of wine? What kind of wine is it? It has such a strong fragrance. "

The rest of the people also smelled this strange smell.

"Strange, how can there be wine in the teahouse?"

"Is there wine here, too?"

"Who has ever seen a wine seller in a teahouse? The owner of the teahouse would not be so stupid! "

These people are incredible. They follow the fragrance of wine one after another.

Even Huang Dongxin is no exception.

The more you go forward, the more fragrant the wine will be.

At Lin Chengfei's desk, they stopped.

Then, they looked at the poem on Lin Chengfei's desk.

The smell of the wine It's coming out of this paper?