The proud master of the female president

Qiao Ying's face completely changed.

He asked himself that he could defeat these two apprentices, but it was absolutely impossible for him to be so fast, and it was impossible for him to be so easy, which was enough to show that... the old man Fan Zhenlong had found was probably stronger than himself!
With this in mind, he cupped his hands and looked at Zhao Hong, and said in a deep voice: "Comrade, Qiao and Fan Zhenlong are brothers. This is an internal matter of my division. It is not suitable for you to intervene, right? The rules of the zero organization, you should heard about it."

That's right!

The zero organization fights against foreign enemies externally, and internally maintains the balance of China's domestic and major martial arts forces.

Naturally, there will be some rules.

Qiao Ying and Fan Zhenlong are brothers, and the conflict between them is the internal affairs of the school.

This kind of thing...

Once an outsider intervenes, it violates the rules.

So what if the opponent's strength is slightly stronger?
Can you beat the zero organization?

Zhao Hong was taken aback.

In fact, he can do it, and he doesn't care about the so-called rules, but the boss of Zero Organization is Huang Zun, and Huang Zun is Lin Yu's woman-he feels that Lin Yu has to deal with this kind of matter, and he can't make the decision casually.

"You also know the rules of Zero Organization?"

Lin Yu smiled, and took a step forward: "The significance of rules is to prevent people from breaking the rules, and China's 5000-year inheritance also has corresponding rules. It makes the teacher like calligraphy and painting all his life, and Mr. Fan also likes calligraphy and painting, so he got Master bestowed Wan Shengmo, if you snatch the treasure left by the former master like this, it is tantamount to violating the will of the master, do you think...is this a big taboo? To some extent, it is tantamount to betraying the master!"

"You... Presumptuous! Who are you? You have a role to speak here?!" Qiao Ying was furious.

"Don't you want to talk about the rules? I'll tell you the rules."

"..."

Qiao Ying was dumbfounded.

Seeing that Zhao Hong is very strong, he can only use the zero organization as a shield, but he didn't expect...

This kid is so sharp-tongued!
"What? No more words to say?"

Lin Yu smiled strangely, and said: "I have seen people like you a lot. Mr. Fan is reasoning with you, and you just talk with your fists. Mr. Zhao talks to you with your fists, and you f-ckingly bring up the rules again. I am now Tell you the rules - what are you going to do?"

You reason with him, and he plays hooligans with you.

You play hooligans with him, and he talks about the legal system with you.

What is this called?
This is called shameless!

"me……"

Qiao Ying's thoughts changed.

Soon, he seemed to have thought of something, stared at Fan Zhenlong with a righteous expression and shouted: "Master gave you Wanshengmo back then because you claimed to have inherited his old man's calligraphy and painting mantle, right? "

"So what?" Fan Zhenlong had to admit it was a fact.

"Then decide with calligraphy and painting, who will inherit the master's mantle, how dare you?"

"you……"

"If you win, I will lead my disciples to leave immediately, and from now on I will not ask for Wansheng Mo, on the contrary... If your calligraphy and painting skills are not as good as mine, it means that you are not qualified to inherit the master's group—Wan Sheng Ink naturally belongs to me!"

"..."

Fan Zhenlong was a little confused.

Is this guy out of his mind?

Than calligraphy and painting?
However, it was indeed because of his love of painting and calligraphy that Master passed on Wanshengmo back then that Master favored him.

If his accomplishments in painting and calligraphy were not even as good as Qiao Ying...

What face is there to inherit Wanshengmo?
"it is good!"

He immediately nodded in agreement.

"go!"

Qiao Ying turned and walked towards a building.

soon.

On a huanghuali desk, there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Qiao Ying glanced at Fan Zhenlong, walked straight to the desk, and said with a sneer, "Fan Zhenlong, I can tell you that not only you are on the wrong path, but Master is also on the wrong path—I will convince you!"

What does go the wrong way mean?
Fan Zhenlong was puzzled.

"Painting is too slow, it's better than calligraphy." Qiao Ying took a deep breath, thought for a while, and then wrote quickly.

When autumn comes on September [-]th, when my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed.

The incense soars through Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor.

A quatrain.

There are only 28 characters in the area.

but!

After the first few words were written, Fan Zhenlong's expression changed, and he was extremely shocked.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Hong didn't know calligraphy well, and couldn't see why.

"Old Fan lost." Lin Yu smiled bitterly.

"what?!"

Zhao Hong looked in disbelief, and said in surprise: "How is it possible?! Old Man Fan and Master are old friends, and I used to see them often. Master likes calligraphy and painting, and he has very high attainments, but he respects Old Man Fan very much, which is enough to show... ..."

"Qiao Ying is really shameless, but one sentence is right." Lin Yu interrupted him.

"what?"

"Mr. Fan and their master are both wrong."

"This……"

"Fan Lao said yesterday that the reason why his master became a master of calligraphy and painting is because he practiced martial arts, right?"

"Correct."

Zhao Hong nodded and said, "This is easy to explain. A warrior's understanding of nature is far beyond that of ordinary people, regardless of their wrist strength or control of strength. If they specialize in calligraphy and painting, they can easily surpass ordinary people."

"So?" Lin Yu looked at him deeply.

"turn out to be……"

Immediately feel sorry, Zhao Hong was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly: "I understand."

Both Fan Zhenlong and his master were obsessed with calligraphy and painting.

Both the master and the apprentice used the attainments in martial arts as a supplement to the attainments in calligraphy and painting, which is actually putting the cart before the horse.

What about Qiao Ying?
Most of his mind is on martial arts.

Today, his cultivation is not only far superior to Fan Zhenlong, but also much higher than his master's back then.

Relying on martial arts, he has an absolute advantage over Fan Zhenlong, which can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Even if he spends only a fraction of Fan Zhenlong's time on calligraphy and painting, he can easily win.

That's right!

His choice is correct!
It's just that he chose the right path, which doesn't mean his character is fine.

"I..." Fan Zhenlong's lips trembled.

At this moment, his heart was ashamed.

It never occurred to him that he devoted his whole life to calligraphy and painting, but was surpassed by his senior brother who was obsessed with martial arts.

When he saw the words in front of the opponent, he knew that there was no need to compare.

28 words.

All in one go!
Qiao Ying put down the brush and looked at him with a sneer: "Junior Brother, it's your turn..."

"I..." Fan Zhenlong was about to admit defeat.

"I will compare with you on behalf of the master." Lin Yu smiled.

"Master?"

Qiao Ying looked dazed.

"Yup!"

Lin Yu shrugged, and smiled lightly: "Didn't you ask who I am before? I am the apprentice Fan Lao just accepted yesterday. If something happens, the disciple will do his best, let alone as Fan Lao's apprentice, if you can't compare to me, What qualifications do you have to compare with my master?"

"you……"

"What? Don't you dare? Don't dare to compare, just hand over the disciples of Youyunmen and get out of here!"

"Fan Zhenlong, what he said counts?!" Qiao Ying shouted.

"..."

Fan Zhenlong was taken aback for a moment, but soon came back to his senses.

Yup!

Lin Yu's attainments in calligraphy and painting once amazed himself, maybe he can compete with Qiao Ying!
"Yes! As long as you can beat him, you will win!" He said loudly.

"it is good!"

Qiao Ying squinted and stared at Lin Yu: "Boy, if you want to stand up for someone, first see if you have that ability!"

Of course he would not really think that Lin Yu was Fan Zhenlong's apprentice.

He felt that Lin Yu was Zhao Hong's apprentice, and he was probably also proficient in calligraphy and painting, so he took the opportunity to stand up for Fan Zhenlong.

but……

Don't take it seriously!
He didn't feel threatened at all.

Lin Yu smiled, and after Qiao Ying stepped back, he walked quickly to the desk.

pen.

Concentrate.

He lowered his head, from an angle that others couldn't see, his eyes shone with a frightening light, and the spiritual power in his sea of ​​thoughts surged and boiled.