Shen Yuanjing took the pen and ink, Qiao Feng pulled out a piece of white paper, grabbed the ends, and immediately flattened it in front of him. He stained the pen with ink, his heart moved, and said, "Get back that fan."

Shan Zheng knew what he was going to do, so he came over and spread the fan, put it in front of him, Shen Yuanjing picked up his pen, looked at the fan carefully, and only wrote the first word "Shuo". The onlookers were surprised. The white paper and the one on the fan were exactly the same.

He read and wrote along the way, and soon finished the poem. He kept writing the second poem in the same handwriting: "Three garrisons of Yuyang crossed Liao again, with their bows on their arms and swords across their waists. The Huns seemed to be famous, so don't stay by the Yin Mountain to shoot the eagle."

After he finished writing, he took it and looked at it, shook his head, handed it to Elder Xu, and asked Qiao Feng to take the second piece of white paper, flip the fan, and copy the painting.

Many of the Beggar Gang's people were illiterate, but they could still see whether they painted it like it or not. When they saw Shen Yuanjing's wonderful writing, they seemed to see the painting on the fan moving down, and they couldn't help looking at each other and couldn't speak.

After Shen Yuanjing finished this picture, he handed it to Elder Xu and said, "Let's see, what's the difference between you and what you did."

Elder Xu nodded and was about to take the fan, but Shen Yuanjing took it first and said, "No need to compare, you will never recognize the painting you made by yourself."

"This." He couldn't refute, so he had to bite the bullet and look at it for a long time before replying: "It's true, Mr. Chen is a talented man!" Shan Zheng laughed bitterly, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Shen Yuanjing looked at the others and asked, "Do you have any objections?" Everyone could tell where they could tell, but they only knew that they were like that, and they all shook their heads. He chuckled, took two pieces of white paper and fan to the Danzheng, and said, "Tell me."

Shan Zheng took the white paper and asked his two sons to raise it up. He opened the folding fan himself and said, "Look at the word first, it is almost the same, ninety percent similar in shape and ninety percent similar in spirit. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have to work a lot of effort. Compared with the letters of Gangmaster Wang, I realized that it was a imitation. This was a hasty achievement. If I had watched it for a few days, I would probably not recognize it."

His words were bitter, and he knew that these words would cause trouble again, but he was unwilling to go against morality. Sure enough, when the beggars heard it, they were in an uproar. It was not just the true or false of this fan, and some people were still loudly questioning the authenticity of the leader and Wang Jiantong's letter.

Looking at the same thing as Song, Xi, and Wu, Elder Xu said intimately that something was wrong, quickly changed the subject and said, "Brother Shan, do you look at this painting again?"

Shan Zheng hesitated and said, "It's better, you can see this painting yourself." He spread his fan and compared it with the white paper. Everyone looked at it. At first, they were confused, but they felt that it was indeed the same. After a while, someone gradually realized that something was wrong and murmured to himself: "Why do I feel that the painting on the white paper is a bit awkward?"

The man saw it carefully and realized something was wrong. He shouted: "It's the arms, the arms are a little shorter, and the legs are also so short."

When others heard his reminder, they looked at the painting. As expected, there was not only a burst of exclamation. The disciples of the Beggar Gang came over and looked at Elder Xu, and then looked at him with strange eyes.

Because he couldn't recognize the difference in the paintings he made himself, he also asked someone to remind him that the authenticity of the face that Mrs. Ma took out is worth discussing.

Qiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Jiu won't defend his right or wrong. I believe everyone has already made it clear. I have handed over the position of the leader of the Beggars' Sect, so let's leave." He said, and glanced at Shan Zheng and Zhiguang.

Shan Zhengyi said intently: "Oh no, he must want to know the information about the leader. It's a bitter thing, Master Zhiguang has killed me."

At this time, Mrs. Ma suddenly screamed, "Qiao Feng, you can't leave!" Everyone looked at her and saw her face twisted, and she was full of hatred, and said, "This Chen surname is in the same group as you, and she will definitely help you. There must be a conspiracy in everything she does, and she can't believe it."

When everyone heard this, they seemed to make sense and talked a lot. Shen Yuanjing snorted coldly, trembling everyone's ears buzzing. Everyone calmed down and heard him say, "A bunch of people? What is he worthy of my coveting? What is your Beggars' Sect worth my plot? A bunch of poor beggars is simply a joke."

The Beggar Gang's faces were red and cursed everywhere. Shen Yuanjing sneered again and said, "Elder Xu, the matter is very clear now. I'm forgiven them for the sake of Gang Qiao. If you don't stop me, don't blame me for taking ruthless actions."

The sound rolled, spreading throughout the forest, suppressing all the noise. Qiao Feng sighed lightly and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Brother Chen, for your tolerance. Qiao Mouming felt that he was in the five-pointed world, but...ah, let's go."

Shen Yuanjing nodded and said, "Okay, but..." He flew over with a casual move, swung two pieces of white paper and folding fan, and shot out a piece of white paper, flew through a big tree as thick as a bowl next to him, and nailed it to the trunk of another tree behind him.

The beggars felt their eyes blurred and they didn't understand yet. They saw the big tree moving, suddenly falling, pressing towards them. The two elders Song Xi quickly stepped forward to support them, put them down gently, and when they looked at them, the stump was as smooth as a knife cutting tofu.

Before they could even amaze, they saw Shen Yuanjing shook out the white paper with painted painted, like a flying knife, inserted into Quan Guanqing's chest, and said, "I said, if you dare to scold me again in your heart, you will take your life."

When everyone looked at it, Quan Guanqing's face was resentful and surprised, and fell to the ground. Several elders no longer listened to Elder Xu's advice and rushed up with weapons. Instead, the people from the Dazhi branch stood still.

Shen Yuanjing was about to take action, but suddenly Qiao Feng rushed out, separated the elders one by one in three moves, and the beggars shouted: "Gang Master!"

He regarded it as if he was gone, turned his head and said angrily: "Brother Chen, I have to thank you for your support and I am very grateful. But if you kill the Beggar Gang disciples for no reason, you also need to give Qiao an explanation."

"Explanation?" Shen Yuanjing said: "I am not an affiliate of the Beggars' Sect, what explanation will I give you? If you want to take action, even if you come here, let me see how real Bei Qiaofeng has."

He seemed to have to do anything at any time, and made Elder Xu feel secretly happy and did not say anything. Zhiguang sighed at the Buddha's name, stood between the two of them, and said, "Gang Qiao, don't be impatient. When the battle is over, I don't know how many Beggars' disciples died."

Qiao Feng hesitated, and he said to Shen Yuanjing again: "The donor is arrogant and will definitely revenge, which is not the right way."

Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "Monkey, I can't learn your compassionate path, nor will I learn it. But I admire your personality very much. I will listen to you today and let them go."

After saying that, he shook his left hand, spread the fan, and touched the words with his right hand. The lines of words melted like snow on fire. He turned his hand and shook off a layer of fine white debris. When everyone saw that the painting side was not damaged at all, they realized that he used his deep internal strength to shake the other side.

Seeing this, Qiao Feng knew that he was indeed unable to win. Thinking about Zhiguang's words, he looked at Yangyang and the Beggar Gang disciples and couldn't help but calm down.

Shen Yuanjing laughed loudly, and his feet moved, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only one sentence: "Gangmaster Qiao, if you want to know who the leader is, just look for me, and you don't need to bother with those people."
Chapter completed!