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"Since my son says that you know how to sing poetry and make enemies, then fine, let's start with snow. Both of us will write a poem and I will be the judge. What do you think?"

Just as he finished reprimanding Zhao An, Elder Zhao's gaze fell on him. Seeing his carefree look, he became even more furious.

"Junior naturally won't have any problems, it's just that this Chu He is only a chef, a lowly commoner. Letting him compose poems on the spur of the moment seems to be too difficult for him."

Sikong Bai looked at Chu He with a teasing face. In his eyes, Chu He was just a chef who knew how to cook.

"It's not bad that I'm a chef. However, who says that a chef can't compose poems?" Chu He sneered, and retorted immediately.

"As the saying goes, a gentleman should be far from the kitchen. I am a scholar. If a lowly chef like me were to compare poems, I would be ashamed of myself." As Sikong Bai spoke, he flicked his sleeve and spoke with disdain.

"The meaning of being a gentleman and being distant from the kitchen is to maintain a kind heart and not kill recklessly. I am not asking you to slander the chef. If the whole world is a gentleman, are we going to return to the life of a primitive man who drinks blood all the time?"

Seeing how the other party had continuously criticized his identity, Chu He naturally could not just sit there and watch. He immediately placed his hands behind his back and slowly walked to the front of Sikong Bai's seat.

"Hatred from Sikong Bai + 66."

"You ? "You are trying to force the truth!" Under Chu He's powerful oppression, it took a long time for Sikong Bai to force out a few words.

"Hehe!" I'm being unreasonable? It is you Sour Scholars who will only misinterpret the meaning of those previous scholars to cover up the fact that you are incapable and lazy! "

Chu He, who was standing in front of Sikong Bai, took a step further. The strong aura not only forced Sikong Bai to retreat several steps, even the other young talents present flushed red in the face, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Bam!"

After being reprimanded by Chu He, Sikong Bai's face was covered with dirt, and he finally fell on his butt on the ground.

"Hatred from Sikong Bai + 99."

"Hatred from Sun Yi + 66."

"Enough, the two of you don't want to have a fearless argument. Let's see the truth from the poem."

Seeing Sikong Bai being reprimanded so harshly that his skin was not even covered, the Elder Zhao immediately spoke up to stop him.

"Someone come!" The Four Treasures of the Mansion! "

Under Elder Zhao's orders, the four treasures of the study were placed in front of the two.

"The time limit is ten minutes. The two of you will start with snow." Seeing that the two were ready, the Elder Zhao announced the start of the battle.

Chu He picked up the brush in front of him, and as he was dipping it in the ink, the tip of the brush suddenly fell off.

Instantly, the sound of snickering could be heard from the surroundings. When they raised their heads to look, they saw that all the young geniuses had expressions of schadenfreude.

"Yo ?" "Why are you so careless? You even wrote down the tip of the brush. It seems like you can only write with your finger dipped in ink ?"

The one who spoke was Sun Yi, looking at his expression, it was obvious that he had succeeded in his scheme, without a doubt, all of this was because of him.

"Is that all you've got? It's just a mere brush, do you think you can stop me? "

Chu He's movements did not stop, he immediately dipped the brush into the ink, and started writing on the xuan paper in front of him.

In just three breaths of time, he had written a masterpiece that was as smooth as flowing water.

"It actually ?" Using a wooden stick as a brush! "

Most of the people present were scholars, and seeing Chu He write with a pen, their eyes immediately opened wide, their eyeballs almost falling to the ground.

Even Elder Zhao, who was sitting at the seat of honor, felt a shock when he saw this.1

It was not as if he had never heard of someone using a wooden stick as a brush to write a masterpiece.

However, only those who had been immersed in calligraphy for decades dared to use a wooden stick to replace a brush.

Even though he was a previous university scholar and a rank 4 painter, he didn't dare to try it out rashly.

"You brat, don't think that you can fool us just by sliding a broken stick on a piece of paper!"

Elder Zhao who was seated on the main seat finally regained his senses and directly snorted as he walked over.

He was just a wet behind the ears brat, how could his calligraphy skills surpass his own?

He must be young and vigorous. He must have been making random drawings on the xuan paper to gain the attention of others!

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