After finishing writing, Bei Yijie looked around and said, "How?"

Everyone clapped their hands and laughed and said, "Everyone's style! Everyone's style!"

Among them, Ai Langzhou secretly looked at Song Baojun in shame. In the calligraphy class where Mao Zhufeng was present, he had seen Song Baojun's pen tip and knew that he could not match it. But he would not be stupid enough to tell everyone that Song Baojun's books are so powerful that they are full of Chazhou University, and they can only be buried in their hearts silently.

Bei Yijie continued to write on the signature: "Gived to Lin Zhenxian. Yijie, written in the late autumn of the year of Dingyou." He also took out a seal and stamped it on it.

He blew dry the ink and said, "Student Lin, I gave it to you, I hope you like it."

Lin Zhenxian was inconvenient to refuse, so she took the calligraphy and looked at it, and asked, "School Song Baojun, how do you think you are writing?"

"Overall, it's OK." Song Baojun responded casually.

"What is general?" Bei Yijie said coldly: "Just relying on your accessories to discuss the pros and cons of my calligraphy?"

Song Baojun was not planning to talk to him either, so he smiled and said, "That's very well written."

Lin Zhenxian was smart and had already seen that Song Baojun was not popular, but was afraid that he would be besieged again, so he hurriedly said, "Yes, it's very well written, I like it very much."

Bei Yijie was immediately proud and bowed slightly gentlemanly, saying, "That's my honor." Ai Langzhou originally wanted to show off, but said that it was not very well written, but he finally held it back.

In the final scoring session, everyone scored nine points, and no one asked Song Baojun for his opinion.

In the third scene, Qin Shumin performed an opera performance. She changed into a simple Henan opera costume and sang the excerpt of "Three Flashings" with cloud sleeves.

"I advise the officials not to think about it anymore. I heard that my wife explained this matter in detail. The Grand Marshal is really not a man. He is ours. He is thinking about it every day, thinking about it every night, traveling through mountains and rivers, and running thousands of miles to find Sister Qin Xin, the girl of the Jiang family......"

The voice is graceful and gentle, the pronunciation is clear and standard, and the expression is vivid and in place.

Although everyone was not very interested in traditional dramas, they still gave her a high evaluation.

Song Baojun thought that no matter how annoying these people were, the party was so interesting, much more exciting than the so-called upper class society that the group of birds in Wuyihui said.

Although they were all pretending to be arrogant, they were still a bit sincere. These people performed as soon as they said they were real and could not be false. If Wu Yi was asked to perform in public to those young men and young masters who were lower than their status, they would not be willing to die.

Next is Pang Yuhan, who has been timid since appearing in Song Baojun and has been hiding and dared not see anyone. Because of Long Ya's ex-girlfriend Huo Caifeng's problem, he has serious doubts about his values. Now more than a month has passed, but he has not recovered.

The others were so excited that Pang Yuhan's thoughts did not appear at all. Bei Yijie smiled and said, "Yuhan, it's your turn, don't recite any modern poems anymore. It's very boring."

"That's natural. I've been preparing for several months and won't let everyone down."

Pang Yuhan calmed down and whispered to the servant of the Yang family who was waiting aside, who took out a long sword from the house.

Everyone was excited and Chu Runtian shouted: "Is it a sword dance? That's great!"

Pang Yuhan took the long sword and pulled out the scabbard, and the blade was shiny.

He walked to the open space on the lawn and said, "To prevent accidents, please stay a little further away."

The blade is eighty centimeters long and four centimeters wide, the hilt is twenty centimeters, and the weight is one pound and six taels. The complex and complex patterns on the hilt are extremely beautiful.

Pang Yuhan stood with a sword and said, "The white horse is adorning the golden veins, and it is flying northwest!" As he said that, he stepped out his right foot, and the sword shook and danced.

His steps are steady and his body is light and flexible. He has a straight and eye-catching move. It seems that he has practiced it.

Pang Yuhan said again: "Whose family? You and Yan Xia'er!" He jumped up with the momentum of rushing forward, swayed his wrist and shook out several sword flowers.

It fell down gracefully, stretched its arms forward, the long sword spread flat to its shoulders, the sword body did not shake at all, and there were three leaves of osmanthus tree on it.

It turned out that a branch of a osmanthus tree stretched out diagonally on the edge of the lawn. When he jumped up, he stabbed three leaves with a sword, and even let the leaves be firmly placed on the sword and not fall off. This skill is rare.

"Okay!" Bei Yijie applauded first, and the others were stunned and clapped and cheered.

Pang Yuhan glanced at Song Baojun and said, "I went to my hometown for a young age, and the sound of the desert hangs. I have been bending the bow and arrows in the past, so how could the arrows be unkempt!" He shook off the leaves, and his body circled and danced. The sword light burst out with his body like a silver light.

This performance is both artistic and action skills, which is much more exciting than static performances such as playing the piano and calligraphy, and immediately fully aroused everyone's interest.

Li Rouxi was even so excited that she wanted to go up and dance with him. Fortunately, Yang Xuan quickly grabbed the stupid woman with quick eyes and said, "Dangerous!" He was not injured by the sword edge that was stabbed around by Pang Yuhan.

Pang Yuhan continued, "Control the string and break the left, destroy the moon branch with the right. Hold the flying horn with your hand, and lean over and disperse the horse's hooves!" His body jumped very fast, and the long sword danced so dazzlingly, but the speech did not speed up or slow down, making the breath look very stable.

He made somersaults in the air, and the long sword passed through his ribs, and threw out a beautiful sword move, with an extremely chic figure.

Bei Yijie smiled and shook his head and sighed, "I have been with Pang Yuhan for more than a year. I always thought he was a sour boy who could only write emotional prose to deceive ignorant girls. I didn't expect that he was hiding this skill, which was good."

"The monkey and ape are more cunning than the monkey and ape, and they are as brave as leopards and dragons. There are many police officers in the border town, and the enemy cavalry are moving."

Pang Yuhan stepped forward with a quick step forward, and the sword suddenly penetrated forward. The tip of the sword was ten centimeters away from Song Baojun's nose, and he barely stopped.

The sword tip trembled and made a humming low sound. Everyone was shocked, and then they found that his target was Song Baojun, an unpopular guy, and they burst into laughter.

Pang Yuhan shouted: "Song Baojun! I officially challenge you now! Do you dare to face the challenge?"

"What? Are you kidding?" Song Baojun was obviously stunned.

Pang Yuhan's face was cold and said, "You and I will fight fairly here. If you lose, you will have to admit your mistakes. When you meet in school, you will have to respectfully call the winner and call him "Brother". Do you dare?"

Everyone didn't expect that Pang Yuhan would even act in this drama, so they became even more excited.

Yang Xuan didn't know their previous grudges, so he smiled and said with a funny smile: "Brother Song, I have never used the swords here, and even if they are cut on them, there will be no harm. Everyone wants to have fun. You can rest assured. Even if something happens, I will take it all my strength."

Ye Jingchun hurriedly said, "If it's not good if it's stabbed, it's bad. Don't compare."

Song Baojun shook his head slightly: "A Chun, you don't have to pay attention to it."

Lin Zhenxian became nervous and said, "What if you are injured?"

Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "If the two students doubt the safety of the sword, they can also provide protective gear to protect the vital points of their heads and faces without any harm."

"I don't need protective gear." Pang Yuhan sneered.

Chu Runtian was even happier and gave a few instructions to the servant behind him, and the man ran away. He said: "Our Hanshan Society is the name of poetry and promotes Chinese studies. Most of the topics we talk about are literary categories. People with such powerful skills as Yuhan are very rare. Making friends with martial arts is also a way of traditional Chinese cultural traditions. Confucianism uses literature to disrupt law, and heroes use martial arts to violate the ban. We need this kind of martial arts spirit."

Everyone nodded and said yes.

The servant returned with a box and placed it on the table. Chu Runtian opened it casually and said, "Since Yuhan has opened it, I also mean it. This thing is a lottery player, and whoever wins will belong to him."

The brocade box carved with cloud patterns contains a porcelain bottle more than 30 centimeters high, with a round neck and a gold paint on the mouth of the bottle, and a blue background. There is a peony painted with red and green, with gorgeous and pleasing to the eye. Silk, rice paper and other objects are filled with all around to reduce the touch of the bottle.

Chu Runtian lifted the bottle with both hands to show it to everyone, saying, "This is a porcelain cloisonné enamel bottle from the Daoguang period. It was made by the Qing Palace Interior Office. It has a beautiful appearance and exquisite workmanship. Although it is not a peerless treasure, at Sotheby's auction last year, the same style of enamel bottle was sold at 40,000 US dollars, which is quite good. Just treat it as a prize for the winner."

Pang Yuhan was excited and smiled and said, "That's thankful Brother Chu." He was originally a humble person, and in order to anger Song Baojun, he deliberately acted as if he was sure to win.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Song Baojun thought he would not be able to fight and said, "Then come on, how does a sword make a charter? Tell me about it."

Pang Yuhan said: "Just just play, don't be too serious. You can be knocked down to the ground for ten seconds, or take the initiative to admit defeat and surrender."

The servant brought a long sword that was the same as that in Pang Yuhan's hand. Song Baojun grabbed it in his hand and tried it. Although the blade was very bright, it was indeed never used.

Ye Jingchun suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his hand and said, "Song Baojun, forget it, don't compare with him. It's very dangerous to have no eyes on the sword. I don't want you to be injured."

When Ai Langzhou saw the two of them doing such intimate behavior, his face turned pale and looked very ugly.

Song Baojun looked up and saw the pretty girl with a worried face, so he had to say, "If the winner is not decided within a minute, I will definitely admit defeat, what?"

"Then, that's OK."

The two of them held their swords and stood face to face two meters apart. The others formed a circle from afar, holding the mentality of watching the excitement. Some even took out their mobile phones to shoot videos and prepared to go to Fei Xin's circle of friends.

Pang Yuhan is very confident in himself. He has been practicing martial arts at a sports school in the city since he was ten years old and laid a solid foundation. Otherwise, he would not have such good skills to become the core main force of the archaeological basketball team.

At the age of sixteen, he joined the Songfeng Martial Arts Hall in the city to be a master of swordsman Ge Yichuan, and studied hard and practiced hard. From then on, his kung fu has gone to a higher level. Until college, Pang Yuhan never stopped training, and it is rare for people who are more confident than himself.

You, Song Baojun, have gathered a few sluts from this department and usually shouted a little. How many moves can you take under my hands when you really compete in the swordsmanship?
Chapter completed!