"Mr. Principal, I hope you will be a witness for me this time!" Although Pan Xiaoqiang faced Sang Xingye, Shi Dazhuang and the others talked unscrupulously and did whatever they wanted, but when facing strangers, he was still polite and courteous.

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Principal Lang patted Pan Xiaoqiang on the shoulder: "My classmate is a good young man! He doesn't say anything because of his popularity. He must not be a student of our school." The principal had a keen eye and recognized his identity.

Pan Xiaoqiang nodded: "Indeed, maybe it's because I'm too old! It doesn't look like pretending to be a student!"

Principal Lang shook his head: "If students from Beiqing can have such a calm and calm temperament as you when they are still full of energy, I'm afraid it will be incredible!"

Indeed, it seems easy to be calm and calm without being humble or humble, but if you want to integrate this temperament into your own blood, you can probably count the number of people in Beiqing University.

"Haha, the principal is so complimentary." Pan Xiaoqiang picked up the microphone: "Since the magic below is almost magical and communicates with the gods, I have to go down now to prepare and burn incense and take a bath to avoid blaspheming the gods."

Yan Bi turned around and went behind the scenes, with a faint shadow of a charlatan on his back.

Li Ke responded with a sneer: "Humph, why are you pretending to be cool? It's not like you're asking for help again."

The people in the audience were also puzzled, but considering that what Pan Xiaoqiang just said was too mysterious, they didn't utter any rubbish and just sat quietly on their chairs and watched.

After a quarter of an hour, the audience could no longer sit still, and Principal Lang was also walking around on the floor covered with red blankets. At this time, Le Le also directed several male classmates to move in a yellow table with raw materials.

Ordinary pear wood looks antique and quite interesting.

Principal Lang didn't even understand what he was planning to do, so he said half-jokingly: "Is this a magic trick? I feel like I'm writing calligraphy." As he spoke, he turned his wrist and made a pen-swinging motion.

"Hey, principal, I don't know either! Xiaoqiang asked me to help prepare it." Le Yi said honestly, and two more men came behind him, each holding a long pole!

The audience in the audience were just confused at first: "Pan Xiaoqiang, why have you not seen anyone for so long?"; now they are even more confused and cannot guess his intentions at all. They can only whisper and speculate.

Finally, Pan Xiaoqiang came out after calling for a long time. His clothes changed into an ancient white robe, which looked like a knight's spirit. His hair was tied up with a tie.

"Huo! Come out to sing? It doesn't work, you know!" Li Ke shook his finger at Pan Xiaoqiang, looking like he deserved a beating.

Shaking the sleeves of his robe, Pan Xiaoqiang asked through the microphone: "I will ask the principal to help check my magic tools later. Can you believe that he is not a bastard?"

The whole audience was in high spirits, and they all said, "Definitely not!"

If Principal Lang, whom I trust the most, was all trusting me, then today's magic would probably have no real skill - it was all trust.

Pan Xiaoqiang chased Li Ke away with his hand: "Okay, you don't have anything to do here, I'm going to start performing."

Li Ke ignored him, but stood firm, raising his eyebrows and poking at Pan Xiaoqiang: "I want to come here to supervise you on behalf of the Magic Association."

Pan Xiaoqiang stopped Dong Qing who was about to come over with his hand, and said with a smile: "Okay! You can stay here as long as you want." He stretched out his hand and said: "Principal, please help verify whether it is true or not!

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The four treasures of the study were already placed on the table for the magic show, including pens, ink, paper, and inkstones.

The principal inspected everything carefully, the corner of his mouth trembled slightly, and his face changed slightly!

The people in the audience had begun to gloat, thinking that the principal had found out some clues, but they heard the principal say: "There is nothing wrong with these things, but the pen is Coyote Hao, the paper is Luoyang rice paper, and the ink is mixed with ambergris.

They are the works of famous craftsmen in ancient times, and they are all done with great generosity." Then he changed the subject: "Young man, it is a pity to waste so much money just for a magic trick." He also likes calligraphy, but his money is too tight.

There is no way to buy things at all. Every time I have to look around the antique shop for a long time.

This set of things costs tens of thousands of dollars at least.

Pan Xiaoqiang leaned his head slightly towards the principal's ear: "Comrade principal, to be honest, I am the owner of an antique shop. These things are just trivial. I will give them all to you after the performance." He looked at the vigilance in the principal's eyes.

Xiaoqiang then added: "I don't have any intentions. My antique shop is called Panshi. I believe that the principal likes calligraphy so much, so he knows it."

What kind of intentions would a person worth tens of millions have on him? The principal laughed heartily: "Thank you young man, but I judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. I'm sorry, sorry!"

Waving his hands, Pan Xiaoqiang said to the audience: "I've made everyone wait for so long, and I'm about to start performing. Pay attention! Communicate with the gods."

There was a sudden silence in the audience, ready to admire the masterpiece.

The choreography in the boxing ring was directed by Le Yi, who immediately lowered the brightness of the lights. The stage was so dark that even Pan Xiaoqiang's face could not be seen clearly, which made it even more eerie.

Principal Lang did not dare to speak anymore and stood back a little, one or two meters away from Pan Xiaoqiang. Li Ke even sweated in his palms. In his mind, once the performance was successful, he would

His status is definitely not guaranteed.

"Put it up!" Pan Xiaoqiang suddenly shouted, and the tops of the two tall poles were lowered, and they each lowered two curtains made of white paper! The width is about the same as the width of the couplet at home, but the length is slightly longer!

The audience all looked at each other: "Is this a miracle? I don't think so! It's too watery."

"I think that person is at this level."

Pan Xiaoqiang stared at the couplet, slowly raised his right hand, shook off the sleeve that covered his hand, pulled back his wide sleeve robe, and held a bell in his hand!

Gently shake your right hand.

"Ding, ding, ding."

Apart from the fact that the scene was still weird, there was no change at all. However, the audience did not dare to vent their anger at all, and seemed to be greatly suppressed in their hearts!

He shook his hand again.

The cowbell makes a sweet sound again.

"Ding, ding, ding."

The pen on the table seemed to move. Although it was a slight movement, it was clearly reflected through the large screen on the ceiling that Le Yi spent a lot of money to install.

The audience's hearts tightened and they did not dare to speak loudly.

"I want you to leave! Just leave. Don't look back." Pan Xiaoqiang roared loudly, and shook the bell suddenly with his hand. The pen trembled more and more, and finally it flew into the sky until it hit the white paper on the left.

above the curtain.

"Ah!" Many timid girls hugged the guy lying on the ground next to them, regardless of whether it was a handsome guy or an ugly guy. The scene became even more weird.

Many people drooled and hesitantly shouted: "Bi Xian?"

The ringing sound is still there, but the Langhao pen has finally stabilized its trajectory, forming a horizontal "one", and the tip of the pen is pointed at the white paper curtain.

"Ink treasure given by the immortal!" Pan Xiaoqiang roared again, his voice even louder, as if he was commanding some kind of existence in the dark.

This time, even some boys in the audience retracted their heads halfway into their clothes, revealing a pair of eyes and peering out furtively. They saw the pen began to flicker, leaving traces of ink on the curtain.

Pan Xiaoqiang's face was covered with sweat, he still controlled the wolf brush and shook the bell with his right hand.

"It's so magical! It's so weird." The audience was thinking in their hearts that this time Pan Xiaoqiang was walking between angels and demons, which was really terrifying.

"Ah! It's really writing." A trembling girl shouted loudly with fear and excitement on her face. After shouting, she burst into tears. This program was really depressing the soul.

Isn't it? The audience vaguely saw that the Langhao pen wrote a boy on the white paper curtain without anyone's control, and was finishing the pen.

"Oh! What a pity." The principal, who was looking at it with rapt attention, stamped his foot. The last bit of the small characters must be written with strength to bring out the charm! It's a pity that this kind of unmanned wolf-hair pen is really weak, and it looks like a waste.

It reflects the elegance of the previous brushwork.

Fortunately, after Pan Xiaoqiang came back from England, he had a clearer understanding of calligraphy. After shaking his left wrist a few times, the Langhao brush actually pulled out a small flower, moved it to the side with a wonderful technique, and tapped lightly.

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The principal clapped his hands suddenly: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Indescribably wonderful. Using the understanding of the essence of calligraphy and using outlines instead of finger strength is such a stroke of genius." This shout made Li Ke next to him look ashen.

Pan Xiaoqiang's magic works are not only ingenious in conception and exquisite in technique, but also have such profound foundation.

Because Pan Xiaoqiang only relied on the filament in his hand to control the Langhao pen, when he wrote the last word, because he couldn't control it, most of the energy surged out, crushing the Langhao pen into powder and splashing everywhere!

"Mistake!" Pan Xiaoqiang originally wanted to put the Langhao pen back in the center of the pen holder on the table to give the program a perfect end, but unfortunately he failed to control it in the end!

It's just that the audience in the audience did not have the same idea as Pan Xiaoqiang. Instead, they felt that the explosion of wolf pen pens in the air was too visually impactful.

"Dig! I can only watch such a good program once in my life, right?" Many viewers in the audience sighed like this. It was really terrifying.

"A masterpiece! Calligraphy is a masterpiece, and magic is even more a masterpiece!" Principal Lang said, clapping his hands.

Behind the scenes, Le Yi and Dong Qing looked at each other and whispered: "There are so many things about Xiaoqiang that I don't know! We really don't know."

Pan Xiaoqiang turned around and bowed gracefully to everyone. The lights on the stage also turned on, and the words were clear. Principal Lang's red face and Li Ke's ashen face also fell into the eyes of the audience.

The audience read out these words in unison: "A small dog has no talent and hates the narrow space; a big roc spreads its wings and hates the sky!"
Chapter completed!