The word "56-swept" pronounced biang and second tone, originated from Qin Shihuang's hometown Xianyang. The famous food biang     biang noodles are exactly this way of writing.

Yang Zheng took the initiative to challenge the highest difficulty. After finishing writing in one breath, he was exhausted and had no time to deal with everyone's reactions.

The huge Tingfeng Tower is silent at this moment.

Everyone was stunned, looking at the dense writing that slowly dissipated, and was so shocked that they could not speak.

One thousand four hundred kilograms, fifty-six paintings...

They couldn't believe that Yang Zheng had such a powerful soul and responded to Xiao Bai and Chunyu Qiong's difficulties in such an exaggerated way. In contrast, the trick seemed pale and clumsy.

They were short of words and didn't know what words to use to praise Yang Zheng's amazing feat.

There is no doubt that today's farce will surely cause a sensation in Linzi. It will not only become a hot story in the city, but will also write a very colorful stroke in the history of the Academy.

The 56-Painting Student must be the biggest hit in the winter test this year.

If anyone dares to disagree, let him pick up a pen and try it out!

Li Shu stood at the door behind Yang Zheng, staring at the handwriting silently, and was so excited that he burst into tears, feeling proud of his master.

He lived for seventeen years and was used to being bullied and humble. He never faced a strong enemy with a proud attitude like Yang Zheng today.

He thought that being sophisticated and sophisticated was the wisest choice, and the so-called dignity was not worth mentioning. It was not until now that he realized how passionate and joyful it was to express his thoughts directly.

He thought he knew Yang Zheng enough, and only now realized that the top genius in the world could not be guessed by common sense. Faced with such dazzling talents, he could only praise and admire him.

He was very glad that he could stand beside Yang Zheng.

Niu Anxing also stood at the door, looking at Yang Zheng's figure, with a look of relief.

"Xiao Bai personally came forward to suppress it. If it were another young man, he would have been disheartened and confused. This kid could have reached such a state when he learned his skills in the face of the battle. Even if Xun Sheng came in person, he would have to applaud..."

He didn't know that Yang Zheng was able to write fifty-six strokes by relying on his powerful divine consciousness, but the "Chengxiang Pian" taught by Xunzi was also of great significance. If he was well-behaved and wrote according to the brushwork given by Chunyu Qiong, Yang Zheng would never have been able to do this.

After all, it is the unique skill of a saint and it is extremely powerful.

He didn't know that Xunzi himself was also present.

In the private room not far away, Xiao Bai felt the situation outside, and his usual stiff face also looked surprised, unable to believe his perception.

"Even if there is "Cheng Xiang Pian", it is impossible to reach this level, right? Teacher, how many have he understood?"

Back then, he first practiced "Chengxiang Pian" and was able to comprehend 30%. He wrote eighteen strokes in one qi, which was three more strokes than Wen Qing. He was full of energy and was proud of these years, and he didn't believe that anyone could surpass him.

However, today, he witnessed the birth of a monster with his own eyes.

Xunzi smiled and raised his right hand, then stretched out his index finger with his left hand.

Xiao Bai's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was struck by lightning, and sat back on the seat, silent. He suddenly felt that what he said to the teacher just now turned into a joke.

Yang Zheng used his actions to prove that if he bet on him, would he lose?

It does not exist.

Whoever recruits him in the school will almost lock in the position of priests for the next ten years!

Xunzi stood with his hands behind his back, looked out the door and asked, "What did you see from him?"

He seemed calm, but in fact he was the person who was most surprised in the whole building. Because only he could hear that the moment Yang Zheng finally wrote, the violent wind was mixed with extremely subtle dragon roars.

He vaguely guessed the source of Yang Zheng's control of the dragon vein.

After Xiao Bai was silent for a moment, he calmed down. He recalled Yang Zheng's previous moves and replied: "Genius. He can be so powerful during the foundation-building period. He is the first person I know in my life."

In other words, he believes that Yang Zheng is the strongest first-floor in history.

He was straightforward and forgot to take the teacher into consideration.

Xunzi turned his back to him without making any sound.

"Anger. When I went out just now, although he didn't say a word, I could see that he was very angry at my unfair judgment. The extra forty-six strokes were actually provoking me with actions."

That's right, Yang Zheng didn't want to be too sharp, so he just wrote a dozen words to send Chunyu Qiong and others away. But after Xiao Bai showed up, he looked arrogant and relied on his identity as Mr. Second, he indulged Chunyu Qiong's cheating and continued to make things difficult for him.

He was dissatisfied, so he was angry.

He wanted to use fifty-six strokes that have passed since time immemorial to silently mock Xiao Bai.

This is why he broke out.

Xunzi nodded, "If you hadn't come forward and forced me, we wouldn't have imagined that his qualifications would be so brilliant."

Xiao Bai's face was calm and he continued to recall, "There is still a pride. This is what I admire most. He knew that my identity was enough to block him from the school, but he still fought back immediately and did not lose his true nature."

When he said this, he did not realize that his impression of Yang Zheng had completely changed.

He thought that Yang Zheng's personality would be as gentle and elegant as his senior brother, humble and gentle as his stubborn, but not enough in blood and lack of heroic spirit.

But Yang Zheng's performance just now made him feel that his previous judgment was wrong. Yang Zheng was neither humble nor arrogant, and did not choose to swallow his anger, but exploded strongly, which was definitely not like Wen Qing did.

He paused slightly, still feeling unfulfilled, and added: "From him, I seem to see who I used to be."

When she was young, Xiao Bai was also full of energy, had a clear distinction between love and hate, dared to challenge power, and had no fear of the big people in the world. It can be said that he showed his sharpness.

Yang Zheng has a strong side in his bones, so Xiao Bai said that he is similar to him.

Xunzi sat back on the seat, picked up the wine bowl and drank it, wiped his mouth and said, "It's not all right, I'll tell you the difference."

Xiao Bai listened with stern eyes.

"If he is really like you, when you show up, he will quickly expose the tricks of Taishan Pen and then question you in public why you pretend to be deaf and dumb so that you can't get out of Taiwan, and he can also seek justice."

Xiao Bai was stunned. If it were him, he would have done this.

"But Yang Zheng didn't do this. Although he was angry and calm. He knew that Confucianism was powerful and confronting you openly would not only make the Meng family gloat, but also create a bigger enemy."

The bigger enemy naturally refers to him, the saint.

"This is his rational side. He can't swallow this breath, but he won't easily make reckless moves. From beginning to end, he didn't talk about things with a Taishan pen, just leaving room for maneuver."

Yang Zheng wrote fifty-six strokes, and his blood was indeed full of anger, but he always knew his weakness. A gentleman did not stand under a dangerous wall, and he did not want to cause unnecessary trouble and put himself in a more dangerous situation.

He left room for himself and Xunzi to take a step back.

Perhaps, he wanted to give Wen Qing a face.

"He is very smart. He came up with this method and gritted his teeth and persevered. He would rather exhaust his energy than let your eyes widen and see clearly what kind of person he is. What does it mean to be neither humble nor arrogant? He didn't say anything, but he didn't bow his head."

To outsiders, these fifty-six strokes are full of popularity, but actually contain Yang Zheng’s true character, which is not as simple as Xiao Bai’s understanding.

"Your senior brother always says that a gentleman is gentle on the outside and hard on the inside, round on the outside and square on the inside. He cannot indulge his own behavior based on his joys, anger, likes and dislikes. He should see his behavior, be aware of honor and disgrace, be aware of advance and retreat, be calm and moderate, and have a bit of gentle and green style."

After saying that, he smiled, his eyes gentle and satisfied.

What he thought in his mind was that for Yang Zheng, both movement and stillness are suitable, and both hard and soft are combined, and he may not be able to distinguish what is round, what is square, what is blue, and what is white.
Chapter completed!