Behind the white fog, the figure became completely clear.

Brother Liu was also caught off guard and looked stunned.

In an instant, Brother Liu shook his head and smiled, "Who would have thought that this master who lived in seclusion in the city, transformed into a crazy calligrapher, and even wrote and painted at the birthday banquet of Mr. Nan in Kyoto, was actually a leader of the hidden Mohist school, a thousand-year-old sect in China?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Mofeng, who was originally sitting on the floor, put the brush in his hand on the desk and slowly stood up, "Brother Liu, I didn't say I was a great man."

Liu Di was stunned, "Then who are you?"

Zhang Mo laughed crazily, "I didn't say I'm not a giant."

Liu Di's face suddenly darkened, "Don't force me to abandon the fine tradition of respecting the elderly and loving the young."

"hehe."

Zhang Mofeng stretched out his hands repeatedly, suppressing Liu Di's anger from a distance, "Calm down, I didn't say that the giant can only be one person."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "I am one of the giants. Are you satisfied?"

Brother Liu was stunned again.

The leader of Mohism is not the same person?

Or, are there many great Mohists in our time? Were we wrong before?

They actually assumed that there was only one master! Brother Liu immediately looked up behind Zhang Mofeng. The white fog around him only dispersed 5 meters behind his feet. The terrain behind was still foggy and everything was unknown! Brother Liu's mind changed.

This should mean that once one person is defeated, the white fog will disperse.

It turns out that the reason for today's scene is that many bigwigs have arrived, waiting for me to pass the level?

"hehe."

Brother Liu smiled heartily, "Master Mo Feng, prepare to die."

"Don't! I don't know martial arts."

Zhang Mo put his hands behind his back and said, "If you are not afraid of being laughed at, just beat me to death."

Liu Di took a step forward and said, "Okay."

"well?"

Zhang Mofeng's face froze, "Logically, you should ask me what I'm good at!"

"Forget it, I'll say it myself."

"I am a scholar and I am good at making couplets!"

"Have you ever heard of piercing the intestine?"

"You can move forward only if you defeat me today!"

Brother Liu frowned.

Mohist thinking was surprising. It turned out that this first match was a literary competition?

"This is my Mo family's territory, you are a guest, you should follow the host's wishes!"

Zhang Mofeng stood up and said, "I'll come up with the first couplet first!"

Brother Liu shook his head slightly, "Since there are many masters in the Mo family, then forgive me for being frank. Master Mo Feng appeared first, proving that he has the lowest status. I am very busy and will ignore you."

After Brother Liu finished speaking, he was about to walk away.

Hmm? Zhang Mofeng's blood suddenly stagnated, and he felt like he was going to vomit blood before he even started.

"Wait a minute!"

“How can a young person do this?”

"As the ancients said, you should be good at both civil and military affairs, and you should be good at both civil and military affairs!"

"You are just a tough guy, but you don't have any knowledge?"

"Could it be that he has been practicing martial arts since he was young and took this opportunity to drop out of school?"

But Brother Liu had never heard of this before and had already taken a few steps.

"Brother Liu, wait a minute, you owe me a favor!"

"You took away a piece of calligraphy from me!"

"I only send my calligraphy to great people who are responsible, strategic, and have both moral integrity and talent."

"You can go, but that proves you are a nobody. Give me back my calligraphy!"

Zhang Mofeng put his hands on his hips.

But Brother Liu sighed slightly, turned his back and stepped back, came to Zhang Mofeng, and said sideways: "In three minutes, I will let you know who is the best."

"Ha ha."

"A good boy is one who dares to take up the challenge."

"For this pair of couplets, the most important thing is to be appropriate to the situation. Using the things in front of you to make a couplet is the best way to show your level."

Zhang Mo smiled wildly and turned his head to look around. His eyes suddenly stopped on the Queen of Oya, who had a proud figure and beautiful face.

“Got it!”

"Brother Liu, listen carefully!"

Zhang Mo clapped his hands and pointed at Ao Ya, saying, "This woman is not human, she is a fairy from the Ninth Heaven who has come down to earth!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Brother Liu was stunned.

What kind of broken pair is this?

Queen Oya tilted her head and frowned, "What else can a man do besides entertaining a woman?"

"Ha ha."

Zhang Mo laughed wildly, "Brother Liu, can't you come up with a match for the first pair? Little noodle?"

Brother Liu shook his head and smiled, looking at Zhang Mofeng, "This man is really impressive. He fell on his face when he came to earth."

"Um?"

Zhang Mo glared at him, "You actually belittled me? You have no level at all, just a joke!"

But when Queen Oya heard this, she couldn't help but smile.

And in the pavilion in the distance.

Mr. Song smiled heartily and said to Elder Fanxi, "Young friend Liu is very clever and this couplet is really interesting. However, I heard that he studied business management when he was in school, so he should not be very good at writing. If Master Mo Feng continues to ask questions, he will probably have a hard time."

Fan Xi also looked helpless.

I thought that the reincarnations of the four great gods had to accept the test of making couplets, which was really difficult!

"Next, you have to show some level of skill. Funny remarks won't work anymore!"

"Get it right!"

Zhang Mofeng laughed, pointed at the thick white fog behind him, and said loudly: "Three slopes, three slopes; three slopes on the top of the three slopes; climb three slopes at the bottom of the three slopes!"

This pair comes out.

Mr. Lian Song's eyes lit up. "That's right! The paragraphs are connected at the end, the lines are connected at the beginning and the end, the starting and ending words are the same, and most importantly, it is tailored to the local conditions and describes the three slopes under our feet! That's right!"

Several people at the scene looked at Brother Liu.

Such a difficult couplet would make even a Chinese language professor feel anxious, right?

How should Brother Liu answer? But the man in the white shirt also scanned the scene, and his eyes suddenly stopped at the pavilion where Mr. Song and the other man were sitting.

Then, Brother Liu laughed and said aloud: "Wangjiang Pavilion, look at the river flow; from the Wangjiang Pavilion, look at the river flow; from the Wangjiang Pavilion, look at the water flow!"

Hiss. Mr. Song was stunned again and leaned over to look at the plaque on the pavilion, which read - Wangjiang Pavilion.

The pavilion was named this way because a tributary of the Yi River, which passes through Dongshan Province, flows slowly down the hillside not far from the pavilion! Mr. Song was secretly amazed.

In such a short time, he was able to observe the terrain and get the exact result. That's amazing!

"I'll go?"

Zhang Mofeng was seen counting on his fingers, muttering, "Look against three, flow against slope, three rows against three rows, head against tail, so neat!"

What an unabashed talent!

Queen Oya's eyes flickered.

Although she couldn't understand the complicated Chinese language.

But from the astonished looks in everyone's eyes, she could clearly feel the surprise that Liu Di brought to everyone.

She nodded slowly.

Most men are losers, but there are still a few who deserve to be described as both talented and handsome!