"Ahem, everyone, my name is Li Xiuda. Come today and ask me how you are good at writing! I am bluntly, the calligraphy you are doing seems to be good!"

Li Chengfeng came uninvited and came to the door to report his surname, and spoke up to challenge everyone's literary talent.

When Li Chengfeng said that their calligraphy was not good, it was obvious that many people had begun to be hostile to Li Chengfeng.

Du Ruhui's eyes lit up and he said, "Okay, how to challenge it? Mr. Li, don't think you are the cousin of the Eighth Prince, we will be polite to you!"

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Don't be polite to me! May I ask, is it better than painting? Or is it better than poetry, or is it better than calligraphy? I will take the initiative!"

Li Chengfeng was holding a folding fan in his hand, very handsome and elegant.

At this time, a man in white stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "I am a native of Jiangling, Chang'an. My father, Yu Fuchun, is named Yu Shuxuan. I beg to challenge Mr. Li's calligraphy, how about?"

"Okay, come on!"

Li Chengfeng waved his sleeves gently and walked directly to a table and chair.

Hold the pen, dip the ink, start the pen, and finish it in one go.

I saw that Li Chengfeng was extremely fast and wrote a few big words on the desktop, spitting out a breath of turbid air.

"Huh, OK, pick up the pen and handmade it!"

"Oh? So fast? Can this be called calligraphy?"

However, when everyone approached and looked, they all took a breath.

I saw four big words written on it: God rewards hard work!

These four big characters are vigorous and powerful, like a dragon, growing on the rice paper.

Du Ruhui just took a look and realized that the man in front of him was definitely a hidden calligraphy master.

And Yu Shuxuan, who planned to compete with Li Chengfeng.

He just took a look and then gave in.

"I'm sorry, I lost!"

"I can't compare my calligraphy, but I can't compare with this brother Li's calligraphy at all. I lost!"

Yu Shuxuan admitted defeat very thoroughly.

Because they could all notice that Li Chengfeng's calligraphy had reached the level of a master.

If he was born in his previous life, there would definitely be another master of calligraphy in this world.

Du Ruhui also discovered that Li Xiuda's calligraphy was exactly the same as the calligraphy of the Eighth Prince Li Chengfeng?

They are worthy of being the cousin of the Eighth Prince. Not only do they look alike, but their tone of speaking is exactly the same as their calligraphy?

There are also some small movements, such as like touching your chin, frowning and thinking about problems, which are exactly the same.

"You haven't compared this yet? You just gave up?" someone looked at Yu Shuxuan and said.

Yu Shuxuan shook his head and said, "No need to compete. In front of Brother Li, I won't show off my skills. Oh, it turns out that the clown is actually me. My calligraphy is incomparable to Brother Li's. I still know this.

It's clear!"

Just like a three-year-old child is going to run like an adult?

Can't compare.

Yu Shuxuan simply admits defeat, and saves the shame of waiting.

...

Immediately afterwards, another man in blue stepped forward, looked at Li Chengfeng, and said, "I heard that Brother Li can still paint paintings?"

The man frowned and looked at Li Chengfeng.

Li Chengfeng said: "Oh? Can you ask me, yes?"

"Liu Yun, the son of the Minister of Personnel of Luoyang, is the son of Liu Yun!"

The man spoke proudly and said.

Liu Yun said: "This time I went to Chang'an City to communicate with talented people in Chang'an and learn some painting skills with friends in the court. I also asked Brother Li to give me advice!"

Li Chengfeng nodded and said, "Okay, then, what topic should we start painting?"

Liu Yun frowned and said, "Nature is what you have between heaven and earth! Heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, humanistic scenery!"

"Okay, then draw people, how about it?"

"How to draw? Who should I draw?"

"It's very simple. Whoever looks the best will draw whoever looks!"

Li Chengfeng smiled slightly, looked at Li Lizhi on the left, and said, "Why not be as good as the two of us, let's make a portrait of Princess Changle together, how about?"

"Oh? Princess Changle? I'm afraid I'm disrespectful?"

Liu Yun was a little worried.

After all, the other party is Princess Changle, and painting without receiving the other party's approval is an offense.

However, Li Lizhi, who was standing beside her, laughed happily and said, "Hahaha, it doesn't matter, you can draw it, it just so happens that I want to see your paintings, who is stronger!"

Li Lizhi thought that this man named Li Xiuda was very interesting and looked good.

Li Lizhi was thinking about what was her relationship with him in the past?

Li Lizhi thought carefully, but there was only a vague shadow in her mind.

Still can't remember it.

Li Chengfeng also knew that in order to awaken Li Lizhi's memory, the scene must be reset.

In other words, create some things that Li Lizhi remembered deeply in the past and then awaken her memories.

Soon, the painting competition began.

There is no doubt that Liu Yun also lost.

And what I lost was that I was convinced and was very thorough.

Because Li Chengfeng's painting technique uses color ink painting.

The person drawn is exactly the same as the figure in reality.

Liu Yun used black and white ink.

Li Chengfeng said: "Black and white ink are only suitable for painting landscape paintings. If you want to paint people, you still have to use color ink! Sorry, I'm giving up!"

"I, I lost? Colorful ink paintings? I have never heard of them. There are colorful ink paintings in this world? Brother Li, how can you ask where your colorful water pen come from?"

"There are thousands of colors in this world, and I made it myself!"

"Okay, I lost!"

Finally, Liu Yunhe directly admitted defeat.

Originally, this was a cultural exchange meeting at the Shuxiang Academy. How could it turn into Li Chengfeng’s exhibition?

It seems that many people want to compete with Li Chengfeng for literary talent.

But Du Ruhui knew that the man in front of him was named Li Xiuda, who was the cousin of the eighth prince Li Chengfeng.

The Eighth Prince, who is very literary and literary, said that he is the number one in the Tang Dynasty, no one objected?

And the eighth prince’s cousin is naturally not too bad.

The next thing is to write a poem.

There is no doubt that Li Chengfeng still won.

But this only aroused Li Lizhi's affection for Li Xiuda, but in the end she still did not awaken her memory.

"Don't you know me yet?" Li Chengfeng came to Li Lizhi and said.

Li Lizhi frowned, shook her head, and said, "Who are you?"

"Haha, forget it, pretend I didn't ask! I'm giving this painting to you!"

After saying that, Li Chengfeng gave Li Lizhi the previous painting.

Li Lizhi spread out the painting and looked at it, and her pupils immediately shrank.

Maybe others have never seen such paintings, but Li Lizhi once learned color paintings with Li Chengfeng for a period of time.

So who did you learn from? Li Lizhi is still thinking!

Then she looked up and saw that Li Chengfeng had turned around and left?

...

On the way back, Li Chengfeng felt a little helpless.
Chapter completed!