When seeing Xuanwu female general Wei Ling writing, Wu Zhe looked at it without blinking.
A reminder of the calligraphy learning progress sounded in my mind, and it even reached 100% very quickly.
It can be said that now Wu Zhe can completely imitate Wei Ling's calligraphy, even her handwriting.
Wu Zhe was surprised by the body's ability, but he knew that this ability was not suitable for display.
Because if I show the ability to imitate other people's calligraphy in front of others, let alone be too unnatural, even the sect will guard against doing evil things by imitating handwriting in the future.
If it weren't for the old general's warning about the taboo lyrics, Wu Zhe might not have taken it to heart. But at this moment, she has suffered a loss and gained a wisdom, so she naturally has to think about it.
Being able to listen to other people's opinions and change your own habits is a kind of progress.
Wu Zhe looked at Mu Qingya, wondering if she could compete in this round.
Mu Qingya frowned slightly, thinking about what kind of brushwork she should use if she were to write.
She has really achieved some success in calligraphy, but she is not sure about Wei Ling, who has also worked hard.
Indeed, it is hard to say whether a calligraphy work has reached a certain level.
"Ruoyao, how is your calligraphy?" Hu Yunjiao suddenly came over and asked Wu Zhe.
Hu Yunjiao, who was so nervous and excited that she was sweating a little, was so close, the girl's natural body fragrance interfered with Wu Zhe again.
"Well, I'm not omnipotent. Calligraphy is generally an achievement accumulated over time." Wu Zhe decided not to show it.
In fact, she didn't say how her calligraphy is in this sentence. One said that he is not omnipotent, of course, for example, he cannot achieve world peace. The second is that calligraphy is naturally a slow job of hard work under normal circumstances, but it is general, and the special case of evolving organisms is not ruled out.
In addition, Wu Zhe considered whether it was necessary to lose this match.
The previous two victories went too smoothly, and Hu Yunjiao and the girls expected too much. Seeing her admitting that she couldn't do it right now, she felt a little regretful.
But there is nothing to blame Wu Zhe.
Mu Qingya made gestures and said, "Why don't I give it a try?"
After Wu Zhe translated, Hu Yunjiao nodded without hesitation: "Yeah, just Qingya, I can't do it. The words I wrote are often said to be careless by my husband, so I can barely avoid being laughed at."
My own real font is absolutely ugly, Wu Zhe thought to himself.
The typing speed is very fast, which is practiced on the Penguin for many years of gossiping. However, this kind of electronic digital ability cannot be counted on in this world at all.
"Xiao Ruoyao! Xiao Ruoyao!" Hu Daomen's supporters began to shout Wu Zhe's name in the audience.
Wu Zhe's miraculous performance in two consecutive rounds, especially the heavy drinking, is very popular with Hudaomen. Everyone expects her to have another good performance.
Wu Zhe shook his head, expressing his reluctance to the old general who came over to ask with concern: "Sorry, my calligraphy is really bad."
"It doesn't matter, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses." The old general didn't take it seriously, there is no perfect girl in the world, so he asked with a smile: "Then who will Hu Daomen send as a representative?"
Lin Pan of Lin Jianmen yelled and booed from below: "Yo—I never imagined that the almighty Xiao Ruoyao would also be powerless!"
Wu Zhe gave him a sideways glance and said, "We are a team competition. Any player has his own weakness, but he can also play his own strengths. This is a team."
Lin Pan didn't talk back any more, and stroked his chin secretly wondering.
Strange, hey, why do you feel that this girl is a little different than when I first met two hours ago? How do you feel like you have become beautiful in a short period of time? Is it a question of looking up from the arena
He has harmed more than ten women, and his eyes for observing girls are naturally sophisticated and sharp, even more profound than Elder Bai and other people with profound energy, and he really sensed the changes in Wu Zhe.
In this environment of beating talented women, Wu Zhe's evolutionary body fully feels the charm of competition among women, as if prompted by a metal voice, so the speed of genetic modification is soaring. If it weren't for the fact that his body was weak and his foundation was too poor, I'm afraid this change would be noticed by people with discerning eyes.
In the distance, Elder Bai, Great Elder, and Elder Fuling were watching the scene in hidden forms.
"This dead girl is really not a worry." Elder Bai shook his head angrily.
"Fortunately, at least she knows how to hide her strength and bide her time in the third round." The Great Elder said with a twisted beard: "I don't know if she is really bad at calligraphy, but why do I feel that if she is willing to do it, the Xuanwu female general will definitely not be able to compare with her?" ?”
"I also have this feeling." Elder Fu Ling nodded: "Actually, she causes trouble everywhere, maybe it's because of her own destiny. I once read it in a book, saying that heroes can't be born in the ordinary..."
"Heroes? Heroines? Is it your women's turn to ensure the peace of the world?" The elder said with a smile: "You women always feel that the world cannot turn around without you."
"If it's really like what you said, then what expectations do you two have for Xiao Ruoyao's growth?" Elder Fu Ling lowered her face and reprimanded: "In order to restrain the prince of the Yao Palace that day, you vigorously helped the suzerain to train this Xiao Ruoyao. I don’t know what she thinks? If she isn’t the heroine who beheaded the prince of the Heavenly Demon Palace, why don’t she make peace with him?”
Elder Bai and First Elder didn't feel annoyed, but laughed together.
The Great Elder said: "Speaking of which, I'm really worried, what if the Crown Prince of the Demon Palace loses Xiao Ruoyao that day?"
Elder Fu Ling said angrily: "Why don't you think that Xiao Ruoyao from our sect is fascinated by the Crown Prince of the Demon Palace that day?"
"That's why I made a daily appointment with her." Elder Bai was deeply on guard.
"Why don't we let our girl take her? Xiao Ruoyao is from Qingling, anyway, they are related." Elder Fuling suddenly remembered.
"..." The Great Elder didn't answer, but suddenly frowned and said, "Xiao Ruoyao, let alone being able to read and write, even writing a pen and notation is a masterpiece. Such an astonishing level, it doesn't look like a farmer at all... Tell me, this Xiao Ruoyao, Could it be Xiao Niu?!"
These words made Elder Bai and Elder Fu Ling startled suddenly, and a layer of cold sweat poured out from their backs.
What if the suzerain taught Xiao Ruoyao's sect's sect's mountain-restraining kung fu, but she is a spy from another sect, or even a member of the Heavenly Demon Palace...
This possibility is absolutely unaffordable!
"I'll go to Qingling myself." Elder Bai made a decisive decision, cupped his hands and said, "Grand Elder, Elder Fu Ling, I'll go and fetch Xiao Ruoyao's family and verify that they are correct, so as to prevent future troubles!"
Here, Elder Bai and the others chatted shockingly. On the stage, Mu Qingya was already blushing slightly, and she was writing with a pen slightly nervously.
The beautiful brushwork is unfolded, and the big characters of "Xuanhu Salvation" appear vividly on the paper.
The two copybooks were spread out vertically and pasted on the background wall of the arena.
There are constant comments from the top and bottom of the ring, each holding their own opinions.
On the whole, Wei Ling and Mu Qingya's handwriting is hard to distinguish.
The female doctor looked left and right for a while, then stopped in front of Mu Qingya's copybook.