"Four Talents?"

"We have many talented people in the Three Kingdoms, but no one is yet to be called the four talents?"

"It's not that there's no one left. Senior Wang can be considered one. But what about the others? The younger generation is not as good as Senior Wang."

As soon as Wang Zheng finished speaking, especially the name of the four great talents, which sounded supreme glory, all the young people immediately discussed it, and then they looked at Wang Zheng with inquiring eyes.

Feeling everyone's eyes, Wang Zheng still looked mysterious:

"I won't talk about the names of the four talents for now. After we have a literary battle, how will Wang solve your doubts?"

"Writing battle? How about literary battle?" As soon as Wang Zheng said this, many young people showed a look of eagerness to try.

After all, scholars, even scholars who practice the spirit of literary Taoism, still have the essence of being inferior to literati. When they hear literary fights or literary fights in occasions like the Three Kingdoms Literature Club, how can they not be moved?

"As for this article, how about this? It's actually very simple. I paint a painting with flowers as the title, and the great scholars and Wang are the judges.

Wang, yes, he is the only one who goes to fight. I wonder who wants to fight?"

Wang Zheng said, pulling Deng Feng over and then pushing him forward. Deng Feng was stunned and looked at Wang Zheng as if asking for help.

"Brother! My dear brother! If you ask me to study some poetry and songs, I still have a few brushes. Although I can do this, I can do it, compared with them, isn't you embarrassing me?"

Deng Feng was sad and blinked at Wang Zheng in a miserable manner, with thousands of words in his eyes.

Wang Zheng's lips moved slightly, and the sound of the sound was lined and said to Deng Feng: "Do as I said, I will ensure that you can show off and don't worry."

"Really?" Deng Feng's eyes lit up and he blinked uncertainly.

Wang Zheng curled his lips: "Have you cheated on you?"

Deng Feng thought, that's true? That's the reason! Then what are you afraid of? Do it with him! Who will do it?

Thinking of this, Deng Feng's expression suddenly became solemn and gentle, and bowed to the surroundings without any ritual. Deng Feng said with a smile:

"I wonder which friend is willing to give me advice?"

Seeing Deng Feng's confident performance, the young people were a little confused about this guy's confidence. Finally, you looked at me and I looked at you, and your eyes were all focused on a handsome young man.

Feeling the many trusting eyes, the young man was not frightened: "I'm here Ouyang Hua, please give me some advice from me!"

"Well, Ouyang Hua has some attainments. Among the younger generation, his painting skills are top-notch. Wang Zheng is probably going to be defeated this time."

Not far away, when Xu Kang saw this scene, his face suddenly showed an unconcealed look of joy.

Looking at Ouyang Hua and Deng Feng who were also full of confidence, Wang Zheng said slowly:

"Then just use flowers as the theme and draw them at will. However, there is a premise that the use of literary energy is not allowed to interfere with the works."

"No use of Wenhua? Good guy, this is just about trying to draw a painting skill!"

"If you don't need the spiritual energy, Brother Ouyang will not suffer any loss. You should know that Brother Ouyang's painting skills are far beyond ours."

"Looking at the confident look of Senior Wang Zheng, is Deng Feng also good at painting?"

"It's hard to say, let's just wait and see."

Regarding Wang Zheng's request, the two participants in the literary fight had no comments, but the onlookers began to introduce the arguments.

"A stick of incense starts now!"

Seeing that all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were present under the arrangement of the striking literary monks, Wang Zheng directly announced the start of the competition.

Ouyang Hua is indeed worthy of being Ouyang Hua. It seems that he is deliberately trying to compare painting skills, and he just draws his bows with his left and right hands at the same time.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake! Ouyang Hua is worthy of being a master of painting recommended by everyone. He almost got the pen like a dragon and a snake as soon as he got started.

"Peony! Peony! Begonia!"

"Lotus! Orchid! Peach Blossom!"

"Damn, Brother Ouyang is going to draw a picture of a hundred flowers!"

As Ouyang Hua gradually became better, everyone also saw some clues from his paintings, and they did not hide their shock.

The two hands are anime flowers together. Such a method cannot be mastered by ordinary people.

On the other hand, Deng Feng was sitting there with an old god. Compared with Ouyang Hua, who was walking in a pen, the momentum was much worse.

"I wonder which girl is willing to polish ink at home? Deng is very grateful."

Deng Feng, who looked calm, sat upright in front of the blank drawing paper, glanced at the beautiful girl with a smile for a week, and looked at it specifically.

However, what responded to him was a look of disgust. After all, Deng Feng's eyes were very dishonest before, and his hands and feet were even more dishonest. It would be strange if these girls could look down on such a hooligan.

Facing those disgusting eyes, Deng Feng felt very embarrassed. What about the promised show-off? What about the promised Hongxiu Tianxiang?

He looked at Wang Zheng as if asking for help. Deng Feng found that Wang Zheng just shrugged and gave him a helpless expression.

Seeing this, Deng Feng stood up angrily and started grinding the ink by himself, muttering while grinding the ink:

"Md, you wait! You wait for me to show off for a while!"

At this time, Deng Feng's desolate and helpless, angry look was in a strong contrast with Ouyang Hua, who was like a fan behind him and was like a dragon and snake.

Deng Feng is so desolate. But when he thinks of Wang Zheng’s explanation to him, Deng Feng is not at all guilty!

Time passed by bit by bit, and most of the time had passed by a stick of incense. Ouyang Hua's transformation was approaching, but Deng Feng had not started writing yet.

"I'm so proud! I'm so proud! Brother Ouyang's hundred flowers map is about to be completed, but the Deng surnamed still doesn't write, so it's a shame."

"Oh, that's it! It doesn't matter if the person who loses him. Isn't this the person who loses Senior Wang Zheng?"

"Stop talking, look, he starts drawing!"

The onlookers were now slandering Deng Feng, and Deng Feng finally started to pick up his pen and slowly started drawing on the white paper.

Deng Feng’s paintings are not too fast or too slow, and I don’t know how much worse it is compared with Ouyang Hua’s Hundred Flowers Picture.

Finally, Ouyang Hua’s picture of flowers was completed, which caused countless exclamations. The lifelike picture of flowers was full of grace and gorgeousness!

Deng Feng still painted without any haste.

Fortunately, just as the incense stick was about to reach, Deng Feng finally finished his writing slowly.

It was a pink and tender lotus that was about to bloom. In Ouyang Hua's picture of hundreds of flowers, it might only be a foil among all flowers.

"this……"

"What the hell is this!"

"Don't worry, let me hear what you guys say first."
Chapter completed!