1408: C1408 Artistic Movement

C1408 Artistic Movement

Ni Qingling shook her head with a bitter smile, "I don't know either. I know nothing more about Sikong Fann than you do."2

"Ah?" How was this possible? Didn't you know each other? You still have his photo on your phone, I saw it when you pulled it out last time! " Chen Xiang Xiang could not believe that Ni Qingling didn't know Sikong Banyu? Did she not know Sikong Banyu's identity?

Ni Qingling sighed and nodded her head: "I do know Sikong Fann, but it's only limited to just knowing him. Before, he was my high school classmate and at that time, he was still a fool, like a little fool that was ignored by others. Who would have thought that after not seeing him for a few years, things have changed, who would have thought …"

She didn't know how to continue. Someone who could get to know the owner of the Fenghua Sect, as well as the millions of people she knew, was no longer someone she could imagine.

"Same... Student? You and him are actually classmates? " Chen Xiang Xiang swallowed her saliva as her eyes widened. This piece of news was too shocking. Who was this Sikong Banyu? He was the God of Commerce from the legends. Although very few people knew about his identity, once the news spread out, they would follow a person into the sky! Moreover, it seemed that the relationship between Sikong Banyu and Ni Qingling was very good. Chen Xiang Xiang had decided that even if Sikong Banyu didn't care about her, she would still try to build a good relationship with Ni Qingling.

"I'm curious about your reason." Sikong Banyu and Chen Wenxian looked at each other for a long time. He could see Chen Wenxian's determination as if there was something hard to say. In his eyes, Sikong Banyu saw a kind of prayer that begged Sikong Banyu to do something that didn't seem to make sense to him. However, Sikong Banyu didn't understand what she was asking about.

However, Chen Wenxian shook his head: "Maybe you can see it later, but I can't tell you now." After he finished speaking, he glanced at the people who were staring at the two of them out of the corner of his eyes, intentionally or unintentionally.

Are there any scruples? Sikong Banyu understood Chen Wenxian's meaning. It seemed that this Chen Wenxian and this Huaxia Normal University really had an unknown relationship!

"How do you want to compete?" Sikong Banyu took a deep breath and asked directly. Although he didn't know what Chen Wenxian wanted, but Chen Wenxian could indeed bring him a lot of things.

Chen Wenxian revealed a relieved expression after hearing Sikong Banyu's words. His gaze shifted to the side, and then landed on Ni Qingling. He smiled and said, "Then, may I trouble your friend to bring the things on the fourth statue?"

Ni Qingling was at a loss as to what to do when she heard this. She looked towards Sikong Banyu with an inquiring expression. Sikong Banyu slightly nodded as he glanced at the desk on which the four treasures were displayed.

Seeing this, Ni Qingling gritted her teeth and walked out of the crowd to the fourth table. She took the four treasures from the study and placed them on the table in front of the two.

Everyone on the side did not say a word as they stared at the three people in the middle. They had experienced Chen Wenxian's power, and since this young man was chosen by Chen Wenxian, he was definitely not an ordinary person, and for the two of them to have a literary competition, it was a fortuitous encounter and could not be sought for. It was just like a battle between two peerless masters, no one wanted to miss it, however at the moment, no one could understand the content of the competition.

Ni Qingling was planning to leave after putting away the four treasures. But just as she was about to leave, she saw her teacher, Professor Lin, shake his head at her, indicating that she should stay. This was because as long as a scholar was willing to write, there would be a lot of people who would lay down their papers and grind their ink. For the job that they were currently doing, many people present wished that it was themselves; after all, being able to watch the birth of these two rich and powerful words at such a close distance was a rare opportunity.

However, at the moment, Ni Qingling was the only one who had such an opportunity. Ni Qingling herself, however, didn't seem to understand what was going on.

Ni Qingling looked at her teacher in astonishment, then looked at Sikong Banyu and Chen Wenxian, her face slightly flushed. She was a little nervous. In the end, she gritted her teeth and stood at the side of the table, not choosing to leave.

"Rumor has it that you, Alliance Head Sikong, have a mind like a demon and a vast knowledge. No one in this world can match you. Even people like Yun Sanlin can only look up to your existence. I know that I am inferior to you, but this is a rare opportunity. I am just like a swordsman who would not regret dying when encountering a peerless sword cultivator expert, even if I were to die under his sword. "

"Today, I overestimated myself and compared poems with you. To compose a poem without a title or a requirement, but only to think of what is needed. "How about it?"

After Chen Wenxian finished, he looked up at Sikong Banyu and continued, "Who is the host and who is the guest?"

Sikong Banyu took a deep breath, "Didn't you already have the answer?"

When Chen Wenxian heard this, he looked meaningfully at Sikong Banyu and said, "I have long heard that you, Sikong Banyu, are an observant, astute, and intelligent man. Chen Wenxian looked meaningfully at Sikong Banyu and said," I have long heard that you, Sikong Banyu, are an observant, astute man.

With that, Chen Wenxian picked up his brush. Seeing the situation, Sikong Banyu turned to Ni Qingling beside him and said, "Help him spread the Xuan paper and grind the ink."

"Oh, oh …" Ni Qingling hurried over, spread out the paper, and began grinding the ink.

Everyone's eyes were shining as they looked at Chen Wenxian, who was holding onto a brush. They really wanted to see what kind of thing would be written by someone who could defeat so many teachers and students of Huaxia Normal University. Sikong Banyu, on the other hand, lifted up the wine pot on the table and poured himself a cup of wine to leisurely taste.

Towards the students and teachers here, Chen Wenxian was like an adult facing a child. After all, age was there, and between Sikong Banyu and Chen Wenxian, Chen Wenxian was like a child. However, Sikong Banyu had already cultivated for almost ten thousand years, so Sikong Banyu didn't really care about what Chen Wenxian wrote or what his level was. What he cared about was that Chen Wenxian's completed poems hid some things he wanted to know.

After a while, Chen Wenxian took a deep breath, dipped the brush in ink, and began to write like flowing water. His actions were so elegant that it caused everyone to unconsciously overlap with the literary figures in the stories.

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