Since Zhou Zhi had not come to power, Jing Ba felt something was wrong.

He had contacted Zhou Zhiwei many times before, and knew that he had talent and was arrogant. No scholar in the territory of Jinxi could be on an equal footing with him.

But why do you look so indifferent today?

In order to cheer him up, Jing Ba said: "Young Master Zhou is not only knowledgeable, talented, and good at poetry, but also created his own calligraphy. Everyone praised the calligraphy in Jinxi City after seeing him and called him a genius. Today, let Young Master Zhou show you his own calligraphy!"

Jing Ba didn't notice that when he said this, Zhou Zhiwei's face almost blushed and his head lowered.

After saying that, Jingba went straight to the topic.

"President Jing, why don't you come on stage to leave Mo Bao?"

Jing Zhe smiled, but did not refuse, and strode up.

Everyone in the audience saw that he was handsome and handsome, with a chic style, and combined with his extremely handsome face, even though they couldn't stand him, they were extremely envious.

When he arrived on the stage, Jing Zhe and Zhou Zhiwei stood opposite each other. Zhou Zhiwei looked at Jing Zhe and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Jing Ba did not notice it. At this time, someone had already prepared paper, ink, pen and inkstone and brought it to the stage.

I said I wanted to write calligraphy, but there was no table on the stage.

Although Jing Ba is a scholar, he knows that the people in the audience are all trainees, who are not particular about the details and have a casual preference. It would have been rare for them to watch such a literary test before the martial arts competition. How could they have leisure and leisure to let them watch them grind ink and write quietly like scholars?

So he asked the two constables, one of whom pulled the upper and lower sides of a piece of paper, and hung it in the air, preparing to let them write in the air. This way of writing is too testing the pen, and most of the words written will be twisted and twisted.

But Jing Ba has seen the words that Zhou Zhiwei wrote recently, flying dragons and phoenixes dancing pens and dragons and snakes, as crazy as weeds. Even if he writes in the air, he will not suffer any losses, and Jing Zhe will not suffer any losses.

He took great pains to make Jing Zhe look ugly.

He also smiled and said, "There are too many martial arts heroes and fellow villagers from all over the world today. This way, they can see more clearly!"

Jing Zhe shrugged and said it didn't matter. Jing Ba was angry when he saw his relaxed look: Let's see how you cry later!

"President Jing is a guest in the long run, so why not let Mr. Zhou first!"

"please!"

So Jing Ba handed over the pen to Zhou Zhiwei.

Last night, Jing Ba actually asked Zhou Zhinv to explain what happened today, so he had a rehearsal in advance, so writing poetry on the spot was just nonsense. What to write? Zhou Zhinv had already thought about what to write last night.

But Zhou Zhiwei never expected that the person he was facing was a mountain in his heart, a man who convinced him and could not have any other thoughts except admiration.

This was a bit difficult. He held the pen and did not move for a long time.

"Young Master Zhou, write it!"

Jingba reminded.

"Write it!"

The people below couldn't hold back anymore. They came to attend the martial arts competition and asked them to write to give them face. They were still stammering here. Are they sick?

Zhou Zhi didn't hesitate for a long time, so he finally put down his pen.

“I can’t write.”

“???”

Jing Ba asked a question mark and said angrily: "Why?"

"Because, I am not as good as my master..."

Why not...my master?

Everyone below was stunned in an instant, and saw Zhou Zhiwei taking a step forward and bowed to Jing Zhe, "I've seen Master!"

Jing Zhe smiled and nodded, but unexpectedly, an apprentice whom he accidentally accepted made him take a fresh and unconventional journey of pretending to be slap in the face.

"Master, when you finish your work, you can go to Zhou Mansion to find me. Let's talk more carefully. I'll leave first!"

Before Zhou Zhi finished speaking, he didn't say goodbye to Jing Ba and left directly. Jing Ba Petrified was on the spot.

I wanted to slap Jing Zhe in the face, but I didn't expect that I would make him a wedding dress, and Jing Ba felt extremely regretful.

"The prefect of Jingba, it seems that I can only come by myself!"

So, Jing Zhe took the pen, stood in front of the paper, and started writing in a sleek manner. On the rice paper, one by one, the strong and powerful cursive characters were vividly written on it, and it was written on it:

"The north wind blows the white grass in the ground, and snow falls in the west of Jin in October."

"Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming, thousands of pear blossoms bloomed."

There was no object to slap in the face. Even if Jing Zhe lay down, he could pretend to be like this, so he didn't think about it and wrote one casually.

"Good poem!"

Because the rice paper was right in the direction of Qingyun Sect, Master Mingji applauded immediately after reading it. I wonder if he really thought it was good or specifically supported Jing Zhe.

Seeing this, the others, along with the illiterate knights who didn't recognize words, all shouted, and the atmosphere suddenly became high. Jing Zhe's first appearance was a perfect place.

...

After all, today is a martial arts competition, so we are not here to watch Jing Zhe write poems and pretend to behave.

So after the episode, the highlight began.

In addition to the four major sects, other small sects took turns to play in the competition order marked in advance by the four major sects.

But there are too many small sects, mixed with fish and dragons, and there are still some who are really powerful, but not many of them. Most of them are weak chickens around the third level, and the vegetarian chickens peck at each other. With Jing Zhe's current realm, it's really too eye-catching.

He observed that not only him, but most of the other four sects were drowsy like him, and went to see Mu Qingren. She had been "tired" all night, and with this boring competition, she forced herself to open her eyes and yawn.

When Jing Zhe looked over, she seemed to notice it and immediately looked here.

Jing Zhe smiled at her, but she frowned at Jing Zhe, as if she wanted him to pay more attention to avoid being discovered, but her eyes were full of gentleness.

Jing Zhe quietly made the mouth of "His Royal Highness of the Pavilion". Mu Qingren blushed when he saw it, turned his head back and stopped looking at him.

Bored, Jing Zhe remembered something again, and turned around and whispered to Hanhan. After hearing this, Hanhan stepped down and left.

At this time, Lin Qingshan came on stage.

His opponent Jing Zhe knew him. He was the axe whom he had seen on the road. He was carrying a sledgehammer and greeted Lin Qingshan foolishly.

"Master Lin, I'm willing to give you advice!"

Lin Qingshan has always claimed to be the fifth largest sect. He actually looked down on these small sects. He thought that fighting with them was simply an insult to him, but there was no way. The Qingcheng sect was not recognized by the four major sects for a day, so he would start from scratch when he participated in the martial arts competition.

He didn't answer, but drew his sword and stabbed Li Axe.

Li Fu was also unlucky enough. He became a monk halfway through the journey, and his kung fu was just half a bottle of water. He wanted to come to the martial arts competition and meet a few weaker opponents, play a few more games and show off his face more.

How did you expect to meet Lin Qingshan?

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Chapter completed!