As soon as Hua Jin's words were finished, everyone was a little silent for a while, and finally Wang Ming opened his mouth to break the silence, "Your words, there should be more than these words, I don't know what the content of Xia Yan is." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"This poem is indeed not only the part I said just now, but also the next part," Hua Jin nodded when he heard him ask, and then wanted to continue reading.

"Wait, such a good word, just pronounce it is a pity. If you take pen and ink, it's better to write it directly!" The young man dressed in black made a direct request.

He doesn't look at Hua Jin's age, and he doesn't look like a person who can write such broad-minded words. I was a little skeptical that it would be him in someone else's name. Words are the kind of thing that best represents a person's level, and it is not something that can be practiced in a day, and he also wants to test how Huajin's words are.

Hua Jin was afraid that they would not be willing to be tempted, and when he heard them let him write, he didn't feel right, so Hua Jin stood behind the table. The left hand gently lifted the sleeve of the right hand, and then reached out, and the slender fingers like jade picked up the brush, and there was already a scholar on the table who had polished the ink.

As soon as everyone saw his casual and comfortable movements, they could see that Hua Jin was not less writing. This posture, which can be seen at a glance, can only be practiced by writing at home all year round.

In fact, it is true that in her previous life, Hua Jin herself would practice calligraphy almost every day, because writing calligraphy allowed her to calm down, so once she started writing, the whole person would calm down. From the beginning of Hua Jin's writing, her side was full of onlookers, people.

Even Wang Ming and several other gentlemen stood behind Hua Jin, wanting to see her write. Ordinary people will definitely be under a lot of pressure in the face of this situation, but Hua Jin was a psychologist in her previous life, and she still has this ability to bear pressure, and this word is the work of Su Shi in ancient times, and she has more confidence in Su Shi.

With a gentle sigh of relief, the pen in Hua Jin's hand began to fall on the white rice paper.

"Don't listen to ......" As she began to put down the pen, the people next to her followed the words she wrote. But soon, everyone's attention shifted from her words to her words.

"The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. Someone followed Hua Jin to read the whole poem, and then muttered to himself, "Good words, good words, good sentences, no wind and rain and no sunshine!"

"Good words!" Seeing the words of Huajin, they were wide and open. Even the young man in black who began to suspect that this word was not written by Hua Jin, did not dare to doubt at this time that such a word was accompanied by such a word. It can be said that they complement each other, open-minded, broad and broad.

Although it is hard to imagine why Hua Jin can have such a big mind at such an age. But such words and such words make them unquestionable, and another genius boy was born.

"You really created this word?" Wang Ming carefully read this poem, and the more he read it, the more he felt that his teeth and cheeks were fragrant. I only feel that when I read such words, my mind seems to be broadened, and my heart is no longer heavy and depressed.

"This poem was written by me in the spring of this year, passing by a famous scenic spot and climbing a mountain!" Hua Jin felt that sometimes people still have to be thick-skinned in life, anyway, Su Shi is a person from that time and space, and no one knows him in this time and space, so the cheeky ones have copied it. Putting the work of such a great lyricist on her head, her face was slightly red, and although she tried to be cheeky, it was clear that it would take a process of adaptation.

Her shy performance made a group of scholars and Wang Ming feel that she was very modest, and she made such good words, but she was still so low-key. All of a sudden, the people around him recognized his character even more, why are there so many misunderstandings between people? Why?

"This little brother, if I guessed correctly, your words should be in a class of their own!" Wang Ming could see at a glance that Hua Jin's words were in a class of their own.

Hua Jin nodded, cursive is not to practice cursive at the beginning, that is not to practice, Hua Jin practiced when he was the youngest, and it was also the font of the Wei and Jin dynasties. Later, slowly, to a certain extent, they began to have their own faction. Her handwriting tends more to the feeling of Huaisu, although it is cursive, but his typos are few, ever-changing, and reckless.

"I don't know who you are taught by?" Such a talented and talented young man will definitely have a teacher, so Wang Ming guessed whether it would be his old friends, who accepted the disciples.

He was still wondering which old friend's disciple it would be, but he didn't expect that after he finished asking, he actually watched Hua Jin shake his head, such an amazing young man, he actually had no teacher, which was surprising.

"What do you mean by shaking your head? Do you mean that no teacher has taught you?" the young man in black looked at Hua Jin in surprise.

"When I was young, my family was poor and I didn't have the conditions to go to school. But in the past two years, I just read some books at home. Hua Jin said modestly.

A group of people are very unbelievable, a young man whose talent amazes them can be self-taught, is there really such a genius in this world? This is everyone's opinion of Hua Jin.

A group of people looked at Hua Jin, a little dumbfounded, the more they looked at her delicate and jade-like face, the more they felt that this person was really demonic.

Wang Ming believed Hua Jin's words, in this era, if he did not admit his teacher, it would definitely be a great crime to deceive his teacher and destroy his ancestors, since Hua Jin denied that he had no teacher. Then it can be confirmed that she has indeed not received the education of a teacher, as for why she has the ability to have the current ability after reading a few books by herself, it can only be said that there is no shortage of geniuses in this world.

"Since you don't have a teacher, I don't know if you are willing to worship the old man as a teacher and become my disciple?" Originally, after he accepted the students, he didn't want to be a disciple in the room, but when he saw Hua Jin, he rose up to love talent, and he didn't want to miss such an excellent young man. The young man has such a broad mind and talent, and the character of the apprentice is more important than the talent, but Huajin has both.

Originally, Hua Jin brought Hua Cheng over today, just so that the two of them could leave a deep impression on Wang Ming, and then if she took Hua Cheng to apprentice, she would have a few more chances. It's just that she didn't expect that her performance would make Wang Ming cherish him and want to take her as an apprentice.

"Huh?" Hua Jin didn't know how to answer, and a pair of Danfeng eyes widened, "I don't want to apprentice!"

One of the most famous contemporary Confucians in the entire Yan Kingdom, Wang Ming is afraid that in this life, since his talent was recognized by the entire literary world, he has been rejected like this for the first time. And it's an unceremonious outright refusal.

Then, Wang Ming was a little stunned, and the group of people around him also looked at Hua Jin with an incredible look, and the young man in front of him actually refused the invitation of the great Confucian Wang Ming and became his disciple. Is the world crazy? )