Compared with the first game, the difficulty of the second game of 10 to 3 is reduced. Use a unified brush font to write a unified template.

The font that Shin Tao chose is best at, and he feels that he is sure to win.

I have been thinking about losing my muscle memory for ten years.

"I announce that the promotion list is Chen Wei, Shen Tao and Niu Le in turn."

But when he really thought the result was revealed from Meng Ziliang's mouth, Shen Tao was confused.

This time, the first place is still not me.

Although the rankings in the first few rounds did not have any practical effect, Shen Tao, as a genius in calligraphy in Yangcheng, could not allow the fact that he was a ten thousand-year-old second.

He doubted there was something wrong with it.

"Well, can you show me the works of contestant Chen Wei?" Shen Tao walked straight to the front of the stage and asked.

"Of course." Meng Ziliang knew that this man was arrogant and would definitely not admit defeat. He suspected that there was something wrong with the jury, so he did not refuse.

Facts are always the best way to slap in the face.

"Thank you." Taken the work from Meng Ziliang.

this!

After seeing this calligraphy, all the doubts in Shen Tao's heart disappeared.

I have to admit that Chen Wei is indeed stronger than himself. This calligraphy is the same as the copybook he practices. It is neat and tidy and can't find any faults. It can be used as a textbook.

There is no choice but to admit defeat.

Compared with the first two games, the last game highlights the words of free play.

No fonts or content.

This is Shen Tao's last chance to turn the tables. If he loses, he will be really shameless to go back to meet his fellow villagers. Remember the bulls he brags before leaving clearly.

"Mr. Meng, can I make a request?" Chen Wei suddenly raised his hand and said while Shen Tao and Niu Le were still thinking about what to write.

"As long as I do not violate the requirements, I can try my best to satisfy you." Meng Ziliang was quite curious about what Chen Wei wanted to do.

"I need such a large brush, a bucket of ink, and a piece of paper that can cover this piece of the field." Chen Wei gestured.

"There is no problem with paper and ink, but such a large brush..." Meng Ziliang felt a little embarrassed.

"If there is no brush, mop is fine." Chen Wei lowered his requirements.

Looking at the huge white paper that occupied almost a quarter of the venue, the ink full of iron buckets, and Chen Wei, who was standing there holding a mop, the audience was puzzled, what exactly he wanted to do?

Shen Tao and Niu Le were both unwilling to think about anything else, and their eyes were locked on Chen Wei.

He pulled out a lot of the mop strips, then curled them into a twisted shape, put them into an iron bucket, and dipped them.

Start wielding the pen and ink, or playing with swords and guns, in short, it looks very shocking.

When I was drunk, I looked at the sword with a lamp, and dreamed of blowing the horns and camps. I was divided into 800 miles under my command, and I heard the sound of fifty strings turning over the block. I lit the soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse made Lu Feiqiu, the bow is as fast as a thunderbolt, and the strings are shocked. It eliminates the affairs of the king and wins the reputation of his life and his life. It is a pity!

Finish the pen.

It is hard to imagine that thousands of people in the audience could be so quiet.

The expressions on everyone's faces seemed to be portrayed in the same mold. Surprised, except for surprise, were also surprised.

After really understanding the content, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the man. It was pitiful and the hero was too old to fulfill his ambitions.

Slap sex!

Shen Bingxin applauded from the bottom of his heart.

With her alone, the applause immediately spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and hundreds to thousands to thousands… The formation was amazing.

On the other hand, although Meng Jiaojiao was not interested in calligraphy, she was deeply attracted by Chen Wei's posture when she waved her pen and danced ink, like an invincible general wearing golden armor.

That character is sharp and extraordinary.

"There are ten minutes left for the two players." Mencius reminded with kind heart.

"Ah!" Niu Le reacted and hurriedly wrote.

Bang!

Shen Tao threw the pen directly on the table and left the exit in front of everyone.

There is nothing to compare with. He doesn't want to stay in this place anymore and he is boring to make things difficult for himself.

Chen Wei unexpectedly became the first, Niu Le was second, and Shen Tao voluntarily abstained and ranked third.

As for the calligraphy, a wealthy businessman wanted to buy it for 3 million yuan, but Chen Wei refused.

He planned to roll it up and take it away after the ink was dry.

"Brother Chen, did you write this poem yourself?" Meng Ziliang asked anxiously.

"It's the first one I wrote it out, right." Chen Wei replied.

"Brother Chen, you are so amazing. If it weren't for the poor words, I really doubted that you've experienced it in vain." Meng Ziliang admired Chen Wei's talent from the bottom of his heart.

I couldn't help but think that if Chen Wei really wants to become the son-in-law of the Meng family, he will definitely push the Meng family to a higher peak.

The more I look at it, the more I like it.

"Maybe I am more imaginative." Chen Wei responded.

"Can you interrupt it?" A woman's voice sounded behind Chen Wei.

"I remember, you are the daughter of the Shen family, Shen Bingxin?" Meng Ziliang was not sure. He and this girl had not seen each other for some years.

"I've met Mr. Meng."

"Then I won't bother you." Chen Wei planned to leave.

"Hey! Don't leave." Shen Bingxin hurriedly called Chen Wei to explain his purpose, "I'm here to find you."

"Look for me?" Chen Wei glanced at Shen Lang who was hiding more than ten meters away. Could that guy complain to Shen Bingxin and wanted this woman to deal with him?

"Xiaowei." Su Mengdie took the initiative to greet Chen Wei when he saw that the visitor was not good.

"Sister, is there anything wrong?"

"It's okay." Su Mengdie shook her head and stood aside.

Is he Su Mengdie's younger brother?

Shen Bingxin was a little surprised.

It can be seen that the reason why Su Mengdie talked to Chen Wei was to show herself the relationship between her and Chen Wei.

Even if you are not afraid of me, you still have to give me the face of the eldest lady of the Su family?

"I'm here, mainly to discuss with you about the word." Shen Bingxin confessed.

"Ms. Shen also wants to buy that letter?" Chen Wei confirmed.

"That's right." Shen Bingxin nodded.

"That's probably going to disappoint Miss Shen. This is a piece of calligraphy that is not a product." Chen Wei planned to keep it, and took it out when there was nothing to do, and took it out for a while. It was a bit difficult.

"But if Miss Shen likes the other two words, you can talk about them."

"Ah!" As soon as Chen Wei said this, the first person who responded was Meng Ziliang.

He originally planned to take the two characters back and frame them. If he had any questions, he would take them out to appreciate and copy them.

"Then I want the first mate, one million, how about it?"

"Sell!" Chen Wei agreed very simply, and anyone who regrets it or who is the grandson's situation.

As for the other one, it was collected by Meng Ziliang for a price of 100,000 yuan.

On the way back.

"Sister, there are only fourteen words in total. You spend one million, more than seventy thousand words per word..." Shen Lang did not finish his words.

"What, do you think it's not worth it?" Shen Bingxin asked.

"I admit that he is indeed very literary and his handwriting is good, but a word is sold for 70,000 yuan. Anyone who thinks it will feel that it is not worth it, right? That big word is almost the same." Shen Lang said.

"What I bought for the millions is the relationship with him. The word "is just an accompanying item."
Chapter completed!