"Okay! Since Brother Li An agreed, then I would like to invite Grandpa Jiang, Elder Weng, Elder He, Uncle Jiang, and Wan'er to be a witness! The little nephew is not talented, but he wants to learn from Li An!" Ouyang Zhenghua saw that Li An agreed, not to mention how happy he was!

He looked at Ang Lee, and a grim smile flashed on his face!

Hehe! Didn't you make eye contact with Wan'er? I'll let you know what it was like to fail! Wan'er was mine in the end! No one could snatch it away!

Ouyang Zhenghua was quite obsessed, and thought crazy in his heart.

Then, Ouyang Zhenghua bowed to Jiang Jingde, Weng Lao, He Lao, and Jiang Ancheng quite politely, as a disciple salute, and said:

"Zhenghua is only shallow in learning, and he doesn't dare to get an axe in front of Weng Lao, Weng Lao's goose poem, Yu Zhenghua said that the mountains are uplifted, if it is called second, I am afraid that no one in the world dares to call it first. Zhenghua wrote a poem about the water of Chunming Lake. ”

Li An heard Ouyang Zhenghua pull the text, and at this moment, he couldn't help but admire it a little in his heart!

It's just that he doesn't read too much, listen to these people who read on the back, this shameless strength is really a model for my generation!

At this time, the ink treasure of the goose poem that Weng Lao had just made had been ordered by Jiang Jingde to clean it up.

Ouyang Zhenghua raised his head and came to the front of the square table, where the paper and ink were new.

Ouyang Zhenghua picked up the brush, groaned slightly, and did not put down the pen, but looked up at Li An.

It seems that Ang Lee is nothing but Erer in his eyes.

After some deliberation, Ouyang Zhenghua dipped his pen in ink and wrote without hesitation.

"Boom!

It can be seen that Ouyang Zhenghua has made a lot of effort in this competition, looking at his pen and snake, without stopping, obviously he has just thought of the verses, just waiting for this battle to be in the limelight!

On the side, Jiang Jingde, Weng Lao, and He Lao looked at Ouyang Zhenghua's every stroke, and couldn't help but nod secretly!

Weng Lao praised: "This kid from the Ouyang family dares to stand up and challenge, he does have some skills!"

"It's really good! Today's young people can be proud of their calligraphy attainments at this age!" Jiang Jingde also nodded in agreement, quite appreciative.

After a while, Ouyang Zhenghua put down the brush and wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, obviously this big show of calligraphy also cost him a lot of effort!

However, after Ouyang Zhenghua put down the pen, he took a closer look at his calligraphy, and his eyes were full of joy!

His calligraphy can be described as extraordinary, even if he is asked to write again, it may not be as good as it is now!

Jiang Ancheng saw that Ouyang Zhenghua had finished writing, and his eyes showed appreciation, and he couldn't help but admire: "Ouyang Xian's nephew, this calligraphy is good, and it is already very charming at such an age." Moreover, this poem is also unique and novel enough to make people feel refreshed. Under the bridge in front of the door, a flock of ducks swam by. ...'Nice!'

At this time, Ouyang Zhenghua turned to Jiang Ancheng on one side of his body, and said with sincere fear: "Uncle Jiang has praised it falsely, and the little nephew is ugly! However, the little nephew is still a lot better than some people's poetry and calligraphy!"

After speaking, he glanced at Li An as if he was demonstrating, he was deliberately calling Li An.

When Li An heard Ouyang Zhenghua's demonstrative words, he also kept reading Ouyang Zhenghua's words. Although this character is not bad, compared to his current calligraphy attainments, it is still a little hot!

Therefore, Li An was too lazy to pay attention to Ouyang Zhenghua's provocation, to be honest, Li An was just waiting to go up now, and as soon as he wrote the brush, he crushed Ouyang Zhenghua, and let Jiang Wan's father see who was really talented.

"Not bad!"

"Hmmm!"

"This poem is also very well written!"

Looking at Weng Lao, He Lao, and Jiang Jingde's approval, Li An didn't take it to heart, but Jiang Wan on the side was in a hurry, she didn't know that Li An was now winning, just waiting to pretend~ forced!

At this moment, Jiang Wan was secretly anxious in her heart, and after several people commented on Ouyang Zhenghua's poetry and calligraphy, it was finally Ang Li's turn to write!

Li An raised his head with his chest straight, and walked to the front of the square table with extraordinary bearing, he ignored Ouyang Zhenghua's fierce gaze, and the disdain on Jiang Ancheng's face.

Li An picked up the brush and groaned slightly, he actually doesn't write too many ancient poems about landscapes, and even the only poems that describe landscapes that he remembers are still out of season with the current season.

This is too embarrassing for Ang Lee!

Now it's summer, and he can't write a poem "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring." As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky. This kind of autumn ancient poem, right?

Therefore, Ang Lee pondered, pondered, and couldn't think about it, the only ancient poem he could remember that was both appropriate to the occasion and memorized backwards was the poem "Song of the Goose".

This ancient poem has been passed down through the ages in Ang Lee's world, up to ninety-nine, down to just walking, basically memorized, and Ang Lee is no exception.

Since there is no more suitable one, let's also write a song of geese!

Li An sighed in his heart!

Then, Li An dipped his pen in thick ink, his waist straightened, and his whole person's momentum changed, not like Ouyang Zhenghua, who first talked nonsense and patted his ass.

He wrote without hesitation.

Because Ang Lee had the absolute lower link of the previous pair of eternity, many people took a look at Ang Lee.

Although, Weng Lao, Jiang Jingde had a slightly cold attitude towards Ang Lee after knowing that Ang Lee was an online anchor. However, no one dared to despise him!

Therefore, everyone is staring at Ang Lee's pen, and their thoughts are not the same.

They were all curious about Li An's calligraphy attainments, and whether he could compare to Ouyang Zhenghua?

Ang Lee is so powerful at couplets, is he also amazingly talented in poetry?

This is all Weng Lao, Jiang Jingde is looking forward to it and curious!

At this time, Jiang Jingde and the three of them stared at Li An's pen tightly, and when Li An wrote down the first word "goose" with half of the radical "I", Jiang Jingde, Weng Lao, and He Daye couldn't help but burst out into a loud cheer!

"Good!"

"Good word!"

"Good calligraphy!"

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Regardless of Jiang Jingde, or Weng Lao, or He Daye and He Lao, who are musicians of the older generation, they are all Chinese experts, although each of them does not dare to call many famous calligraphy in the world, but they are definitely leaders and masters in the calligraphy world.

Therefore, when Ang Lee wrote the first word "I", they could see the gap at a glance!

Ang Lee's calligraphy definitely crushes Ouyang Zhenghua, and moreover, it is more than a step higher than Ouyang Zhenghua's skills!

Not only Jiang Jingde, but the three of them saw it, and even Jiang Ancheng, who admired and valued Ouyang Zhenghua very much on the side, was also in disbelief and dumbfounded!

He also saw that the Li Ang he hated had far crushed his good son-in-law Ouyang Zhenghua for several streets in calligraphy!

Not to mention others, Ouyang Zhenghua saw that as soon as Li An's "I" was written, his face turned pale at that time!

From this word, he also saw the gap between him and Ang Lee!

Ang Lee's words are painted with silver hooks, while the knife chops and axes, it is still smooth, casual, and looks so natural and decent, far better than him!

The more Ouyang Zhenghua looked at Ang Li's words, the more panicked he became!

He had clearly seen that Li An couldn't write calligraphy, his handwriting was crooked and ugly, and he had no skills to speak of. Why did Ang Lee suddenly write so well like a chicken blood in a blink of an eye?

Ouyang Zhenghua didn't know that Li An's handwriting was ugly just now because it was the first time Li An wrote calligraphy, and he didn't adapt to the changes brought to him by the calligraphy skill book just now.

Therefore, the scene in front of him made Ouyang Zhenghua very unwilling!

How so? How so?

His originally well-designed plan looks like it's going to be a losing game!

But at this moment, Ouyang Zhenghua, who was originally full of despair, suddenly brightened his eyes, as if a drowning man had grabbed the last straw!

Ouyang Zhenghua looked at the extension of Ang Lee's follow-up poems, "Goose, goose, goose!"

Ang Lee dared to write a poem about the goose? Ang Lee dared to get an axe in front of Elder Weng? Ang Lee was looking for his own death! Haha! This stupid fork!

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