At a table a little farther away from Jiang Chen, two elderly scribes with gray hair were pouring wine and drinking each other, talking and laughing.

Strangely, the two of them were surrounded by a lot of activity, but it was as if no one had noticed them, and no one had ever come close to the five feet around them.

"Brother Wang, sometimes, you also go out for a walk, and have more contact with young people, you see that there are many good seedlings at this poetry meeting!"

An older scribe who was slightly fatter smiled and toasted to the other brother he had called.

"Brother Xian, this seedling is there, but it's still too immature. ”

Even though the scribe surnamed Wang was drinking, his waist was still straight, and he said lightly: "One is more impetuous than the other, for example, the one surnamed Jiang just now, just because another young man and the Oiran got closer, he took advantage of the general trend of the poetry club to force others, this kind of mentality, he is still a student of my country's eunuch, it is really time to rectify it." ”

"Don't say that, young people are always more vigorous, and they just carve well. ”

The scribe, who was called the brother of dedication, smiled and disagreed.

"Don't talk about this, I've heard ......"

He was about to bring up another conversation, when suddenly, there was a commotion not far away that stopped him.

"What's going on?"

The two looked at each other, stood up, and walked towards the commotion.

............

The source of the noise is where Jiang Chen, who is splashing ink.

At this time, Jiang Chen's pen, the first word had been written, and it was a "west" character.

One word, of course, it is difficult to see the level of a poem, but it is enough to see the level of a person's calligraphy!

The surrounding onlookers are all literati who come to participate in the poetry meeting, such as Yang Zai and others, almost all of whom are from poetry and calligraphy families, who have studied calligraphy since childhood, and copied the handwriting of everyone in history, and there is naturally no shortage of connoisseurship.

"This word ......"

A person looked at Jiang Chen's pen and couldn't speak for a long time.

Yang Zai also sighed: "I studied at the age of four, and it has been 20 years now, and I think that there is also a bit of fire on this road. ”

"Brother Jiang's calligraphy is not only ten times better than me!"

"Ten times? I'm afraid it's an exaggeration. ”

Listening to the surprise of the people around him at Jiang Chen's calligraphy, a younger brother beside Jiang Zhiyu suddenly became unconvinced, and stood up and spoke: "Brother Jiang's calligraphy master inherited from Xijiang Sanren, and he has been immersed in calligraphy for more than ten years, although this brother's calligraphy is good, it can ......be compared with Brother Jiang."

"Ignorant children, dare to bark here!"

Before he could finish his sentence, two old voices with a hint of anger suddenly sounded, interrupting his words.

"Don't say it's this kid, even if it's Xijiang Sanren himself, he may not be able to beat this little friend in calligraphy!"

For a moment, many people turned in the direction from which the sound came, and then their eyes widened.

"Sacrifice...... And Mr. Zhang, why are you two here?" exclaimed a middle-aged literati.

"Disciple Yang Jae (Lee Jong...... I've seen the sacrificial wine, I've seen Mr. Zhang!" Yang Zai and the other Guozijian disciples were also shocked, and they got up and saluted again and again.

Even after seeing Jiang Chen's words, Jiang Zhiyu, who was silent and had a gloomy face, came out to salute.

The identities of these two are simply groundbreaking in the literary world!

Two elderly scribes, one is the wine king Shouzheng of the Guozi Prison, one of the best Taishan Beidou in the literary world today, and the other is Zhang Zizhong, the doctor of the Jinwen of the Guozijian, who is also a famous Confucian in the world!

The seniority status of these two people is the teacher level of these teachers present!

The people surrounding Jiang Chen naturally made way for the two great confucians, so that they could come closer and take a closer look.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrifying!"

Zhang Zi stroked his beard again, looking at Jiang Chen's words, and his eyes were indescribably satisfied.

Originally, he was just looking for an excuse and pulled Wang Shouzheng and the two out to gather together, but he didn't expect to really see such a good seedling!

"In time, this little friend's calligraphy will be famous for future generations, but he is more than 20 years old, and he has such attainments, which is really ashamed of his old age!" Wang Shouzheng's serious face couldn't help but smile.

Wang Shouzheng's evaluation shocked the people around him.

Although they can see the level of this word, after all, their own ability is still poor, they only know that this word is good, but how good it is, but there is still no accurate judgment.

But now, Wang Shouzheng directly concluded that Jiang Chen's calligraphy, and after future training, it will definitely be able to be passed on to future generations!

No one would question the evaluation of this Guozi priest wine and Taishan Beidou in the literary world, and for a while, the eyes of the people around Jiang Chen were full of admiration and envy.

Leaving a name in history and being famous for future generations, this is the pursuit of many people's lives!

"Although the word is a good word, this is a poetry meeting, and it depends on the poems written by this brother Jiang. ”

Just as everyone was admiring and admiring, a discordant voice sounded, and the source was Jiang Zhiyu, who could no longer hold his face.

He thinks that he has a high attainment in calligraphy, and it is rare to meet an opponent in his generation, but now he is completely crushed by Jiang Chen in front of his favorite girl who is shouyan, and he is so angry and anxious that he can only forcibly change the topic to support the façade.

This sentence made the people next to him look at him with strange eyes, and even the two Confucians frowned slightly, feeling that this person was too ignorant of current affairs and was not a good talent.

Then look at this little friend's poem. Zhang Zi spoke a little casually.

After reading Jiang Chen's words, Zhang Zizhong was no longer interested in his poems, not to mention that Jiang Chen's chosen topic was still "Leisurely".

Young people, where do they know what "leisurely" is? It is nothing more than worrying about the new words.

Of course, even if Jiang Chen is a limerick poem, this good hand alone is worth cultivating a "reading seed" by the two great Confucians.

............

The noise of the outside world did not affect Jiang Chen's splashing of ink, and after a while, Jiang Chen's pen was about to finish a poem.

"I'll help Brother Jiang Niannian. ”

His newly made friend was in such a limelight, and Yang Zai was also honored and took the initiative to start reciting the poems written by Jiang Chen.

"The west wind blows the old ...... Yun Huaibo. ”

This first sentence made Yang Zai stop, as if he was savoring the meaning of this poem.

The people next to him were also dazzled.

This Brother Jiang Chen, is he in the way of poetry...... Isn't it simple?

"Look at the second sentence!"

Seeing that Yang Zai didn't read down, another person couldn't wait to step forward and read out the second sentence.

"One Night Dragon Monarch...... Lots of gray hair!"

As soon as the second sentence came out, the breathing of a group of people began to rapid.

Without waiting for the man to continue reading, the two old men with the highest status in the scene, Wang Shouzheng and Zhang Zizhong, pushed aside the crowd.

"Let's read it!"

Wang Shouzheng took the lead in looking at the rice paper, and read out the third sentence word by word: "Drunk...... Ignorance...... The sky is in the water. ”

Zhang Zizhong, who read the last sentence, was already trembling a little in his voice.

"Full ship...... Dream ...... Press...... Star...... River!"

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ps: There is still half an hour to test the water recommendation, and I am very nervous, I hope you can recommend the vote to support it.