The person in front of him began to shout, and Yu Yu had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he remembered a poem by Li Bai. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ。 For more up-to-date chapters, visit: щшw.shuhāhā. Looking at the people around him, they didn't seem to move, and they seemed to be seriously thinking about the connotation of this painting, and I couldn't help but feel that I seemed to be a little abrupt at this time.

After a slight heaviness, he looked at Bi Lantao. The curly-haired martial arts master, at this time, he put his hands behind his back, looking at the painting intently, his eyes were like torches, and he was bright. The pen stood there 'stiff' and 'stiff', as if it was a javelin standing in the wind!

He looked at Li Xinrui not far away, and saw that she was also concentrating on 'touching', Yu Yu sighed, and said in his heart that he should wait for them, otherwise he didn't know if he would let him go after writing, let him go, if he didn't let him go, wouldn't he have to wait for them here for an hour?

So he also went to look at the painting, and after looking at it for a long time, he still didn't find anything unusual, and he didn't know anything about such high-end goods as paintings.

Half a pillar of incense has passed, and some people have begun to write it by hand, or carve it! Because no one really writes with a pen, including Bilantao. I saw his fingers caressing the stone surface, flying up and down, with the meaning of the pen walking the dragon's 'color', Yu Yu knew that he was deliberately 'exposing' this hand, let himself see.

Although Bi Lantao had never looked at Yu Yu from beginning to end, Yu Yu was sure in his heart that this person must have known his identity a long time ago. Coming here today clearly has the intention of demonstrating.

In addition to his hands, many people erected bluestones and carved inscriptions on them with swords. Li Xinrui has also begun to write at this time, and she is also using a sword, a very short and crystalline sword.

Suddenly, the stone chips on the field flew, and the sound of swishing was endless!

Yu Yu lifted the pen, dipped it in his mouth, put the inkstone aside, picked up the pen and began to write. Suddenly, a majestic true qi flowed on the stone surface through the tip of the pen, Yu Yu went down every time, the stone surface was cut together like tofu, he wrote on the stone surface, as if on the water, relaxed!

What he wrote was Li Bai's "Life Jianghu":

The world is out of my generation, and the years of the rivers and lakes are urging,

In the talk and laughter of the emperor's hegemony, it is better than a drunk in life.

Lifting a sword and riding to wave the ghost rain, the white bones are like mountain birds flying in shock.

Dust is like a 'tide' and people are like water, only sighing for a few people in the rivers and lakes.

Done, call it a day!

Yu Yu condensed his pen and nodded at Qingshi, this is one of his proud works, at least he has brought his strength into play.

He looked at his words with satisfaction, and nodded his head, looking self-absorbed.

Its practicality is not as long as an hour, just a word, and it can be completed quickly. After Yu Yu finished writing, some people completed their own works one after another.

In the whole venue, only the two people used special things, one was Bi Lantao, written with his fingers, and the other was Yu Yu, written with a pen. Everyone else is a weapon!

When everyone stopped writing, the man stepped forward again and said, "Okay, now please stand in your place, don't move, we will have someone to bring up your work, comment on the spot and score, and finally select the top three in the male and female group!"

When Yu Yu heard it, damn, this work efficiency is really high, you don't have to go back and wait for the results, you can know on the same day. He stood in his place, and four strong Praetorian Guard soldiers carried the bluestone away and placed them one by one under the front stand. But it was turned away from the top, which means that the emperor, Xijian and a few people can't see the content.

Yu Yu has always had great doubts about this so-called calligraphy one, two, or three, how can this kind of thing determine who is higher and who is lower? It is a bit embarrassing to have to 'get' one, two, or three. At the same time, as a keen lover of calligraphy, he is more interested in the selection of the judging panel.

First of all, these people have to be outstanding, at least not worse than those of them who are participating in the competition, and secondly, they have to be impartial, which is a bit difficult.

The emperor sat on it and looked at the young man below with a smile, Xi Jian and Sanfa glanced at each other, looked at Yu Yu in the center of the field, smiled slightly, and Yu Yu also smiled easily.

The man continued, "As in previous years, this year we still ask the Ziyang Zhenren of the Holy Academy, and Yuan Yizi, the predecessor of the Tianji 'Gate', to make our final conclusion!"

Only then did Yu Yu notice the two people who stood up from the crowd, an old man, with white hair and a fat body, his 'fat' face was full of fat 'meat', and his two eyes were not big, but they became smaller and smaller against the backdrop of his 'fat' and 'meat'. Next to him was a middle-aged man about forty years old, without a beard, dressed in cloth, very clean, and looked a bit like a sword god.

This middle-aged man is Yuan Yizi from the Tianji 'Gate', and the old man is the Ziyang Zhenren of the Holy Academy.

When Yu Yu heard these two people, his heart was much more balanced. These two men are indeed qualified to judge his work. The Holy Academy is independent, does not belong to the existence of any dynasty, it is full of monks, and all of them are books to enter the Tao, so his weapons are all swords, which is rich in calligraphy geniuses, and it is the place where calligraphy geniuses are most concentrated on the entire continent.

Tianji 'Gate', this is a very mysterious 'Gate' faction organization, all the news about him is speculation, no one knows exactly where this 'Gate' faction is, how many people they have, and what they do. What the organization is like, and so on, are hearsay.

It's just that I heard that this 'sect' is good at deducing heavenly opportunities and can 'hole' detect the good fortune and evil in the world, but whether this is the case or not, there are very few people who know the inside story.

Their most public 'appearance' is the Youth Calligraphy 'Communication' Contest held every ten years. As a calligraphy 'exchange' competition, the people of the Holy Academy came forward to judge, so naturally they had nothing to say, but the people from the Tianji 'Gate' also came out to judge, and Yu Yu was a little puzzled.

Yuan Yizi and Ziyang Zhenren greeted everyone, came to Twenty-Four Kuaiqingshi, and began to examine it carefully.

Before each piece of bluestone, the two of them first observed for a while, then whispered a few words, and then moved on to the next piece. After repeating this, he soon came to the bluestone in front of Bi Lantao, "What a majestic true qi, it is not easy for a martial artist to do this!"

"I'm afraid it's difficult to reach the realm without martial arts," the middle-aged Yuan Yizi also said with admiration. The old man nodded, "Yes, you can reach this realm at an age, if you are a monk, your future will be limitless, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Well, his calligraphy is also beautiful, not only strong and powerful, but also in one go, there is no pause in the middle, the whole down, the front and back strokes have been charming, coherent and clean, without the slightest feeling of dragging mud and water, it is very good!" Ziyang Zhenren continued.

Yuan Yizi nodded, looked at the words carefully, frowned, Ziyang Zhenren seemed to have noticed something, and said, "What did Daoyou find?"

Yuan Yizi hesitated for a while before he said, "It's nothing, this painting is really good, in what we see, it's the best one in the men's group!"

Ziyang Zhenren looked at Yuan Yizi's face, but seeing that he didn't reveal anything at all, he didn't want to say anything more, so he nodded and looked at the next one.

"Good poems, good poems, really good poems!" Standing in front of Yu Yu's words, the two of them lit up, and almost said in unison, the emperor and Xi Jian and others sitting above looked at the two below in a daze, I don't know why they judged calligraphy, and they actually talked about good poems and good poems.

It was Li Bai's poem written by Yu Yu, and the first feeling after the two of them saw it was that it not only fit the artistic conception shown in the painting, but also had a richer charm and a more profound realm.

"Real person, this is, this is written with a pen?" Yuan Yizi pointed to Yu Yu's piece of bluestone.

Ziyang Zhenren found out that Yu Yu's words, dots and folds all have a pen edge, obviously written with a pen on the bluestone, but in terms of this strong true qi, it is a lot higher than Bilantao just now.

"This person actually has such a majestic true qi, could it be that he is a martial saint?" Ziyang Zhenren suddenly changed his color. Yuan Yizi looked at Yu Yu's words, and his face was uncertain.

In fact, Yuan Yizi came for only one purpose, that is, to judge the person's future achievements in calligraphy according to the words in front of him. The people of the Holy Academy, on the other hand, evaluate the current level, and combine the two to select the top three who can win.

But Yuan Yizi was shocked to find that he couldn't deduce the future fate of the owner of the character in front of him. Every time he deduced, it was a 'chaos', and he was horrified, and he no longer dared to forcibly deduce.

Ziyang Zhenren could see clearly from the side, "Fellow Daoist, have you found anything again?"

"Oh, no, no, no" Yuan Yizi reacted, and quickly calmed down, "I was in a hurry just now, and there was a problem when I deduced, which made the real person laugh!"

"Oh, is that so?" Ziyang Zhenren looked at Yuan Yizi suspiciously, obviously he couldn't accept this explanation.

"That's true," Yuan Yizi said with certainty.

Ziyang Zhenren obviously didn't believe it, but he was helpless, so he had to turn to look at Yu Yu's words, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt like a sharp edge on his back.

This person's calligraphy realm seems to be higher than him! Poetry does not talk about him, but the words are like flowing clouds, and there is a faint feeling of being in harmony with the avenue. It was a feeling he had always wanted to capture, but he couldn't capture it.

The holy place of calligraphy in the world is the Holy Academy. It has been this way for many years. Even if it is as powerful as Qianzheng Academy, it does not dare to say that it can surpass the Holy Academy in calligraphy. The Holy Academy concentrates the most outstanding calligraphy geniuses in the world, and they are all calligraphy geniuses who can practice, these people have entered the Tao with calligraphy, and have been enlightened for many years, and the improvement of each person's realm is accompanied by the improvement of the realm of calligraphy.

It can be said that calligraphy is closely linked to their realm, and it is because of this that they can become famous in the world, and they can attract so many calligraphy geniuses and cultivation geniuses in the world!

If a young man suddenly appears, his calligraphy realm is higher than that of the vice president of the Holy Academy, but the other party is a martial artist, then how should this problem be explained? The Holy Academy has always emphasized that entering the Tao with books is the foundation of the Great Dao, and everything else is a small way, and it is not enough!

They believe that the improvement of a person's calligraphy realm is helpful to the improvement of the cultivation realm and the improvement of kendo, and the improvement of these two aspects is the homework that a monk must do.

Ziyang Zhenren is one of the vice presidents of the Holy Academy, and he doesn't know Yu Yu's origin at this time. "If this person can cultivate, no matter what, I will pull him into my Holy Academy! If he can't practice, I must not let you let him show off in this 'exchange' competition!" Ziyang Zhenren secretly calculated in his heart, but his face instantly returned to calm.