Brush!

On the entire second floor, only the faint sound of writing on the paper remained, and the onlookers who were invited to serve as judges sat quietly in the room, leaning their necks, observing the five people who were focused, and did not dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing the five people who were writing.

Why didn't Jiang Hao move?

Everyone's hearts were full of doubts, the five of them all worked hard to write, their wrists trembled, and they began to write without distraction, but Jiang Hao didn't move at all, his eyes moved on the five people, and he didn't know what Lu Dao was trying to write.

So that's it!

Everyone thought that Jiang Hao must be eagerly thinking about countermeasures, but they would not have expected that Jiang Hao was using snooping techniques, and he was spying on the memories of the five people in a bright way.

Of course, it is inappropriate to snoop on other people's privacy, but Jiang Hao is not interested in the privacy of five people, and is interested in the characteristics of five people's writing.

As the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is invincible, not to mention that he is going to fight five in one battle this time, if he is still stupid to wait until someone finishes writing, in summarizing the calligraphy characteristics of five people, I am afraid it will be too late at all, even if it is too late, let others wait all the time, it is not that way.

Whew!

Jiang Hao exhaled without a trace, and then couldn't help but rub his swollen head melon seeds, and snooped on the memories of five people at a time, except for a person with strong mental power like him, even if others could snoop, I am afraid that they would be confused by the many chaotic memories!

Fortunately, the hard work pays off, Jiang Hao has roughly summarized the calligraphy characteristics of the five people, of course, the characteristics of calligraphy are not summarized by him, but he extracted the picture of their teacher's teaching from the depths of the memory of the five people, and memorized it well with his own strong memory method.

This also means that in just a few minutes, Jiang Hao has mentally had a spiritual contact with the teachers of five people that transcends space and time.

It is no exaggeration to say that Jiang Hao has absorbed the essence of calligraphy taught by the five teachers one by one, integrated it into his own memory, and became his own memory.

Even Jiang Hao had a trance-like feeling, he was not spying on other people's memories, but he had really experienced the teachings of his teacher!

It seems that I have been too deep into the play!

Jiang Hao rubbed his head and secretly sighed, the biggest advantage and the biggest disadvantage of the snooping technique is that it can completely bring people into the memory of snooping, as if he had experienced it himself, and the ups and downs in the memory will leave a deep impression one by one.

Hopefully I won't turn into a psychopath.

Jiang Hao couldn't help but worry about himself, now the proficiency of the snooping technique is only one-third of the whole, which means that he still needs to constantly snoop on other people's memories to complete the proficiency of the snooping technique in order to reach the standard of breakthrough.

It turns out that reading people's memories is also so painful!

Jiang Hao rubbed his head whining, feeling that his mental strength had to continue to improve, otherwise it would be a big deal to experience a few more ferocious memory tide impacts.

He's fine, is he?

Zhang Xiaoxuan has been paying attention to Jiang Hao's every move, and seeing that he is pressing his head hard with his hand at the moment, with a pained expression, his brows are tightly locked.

If you pretend to be sick, you can indeed avoid this hurdle!

A thought flashed through Zhang Xiaoxuan's mind, he also felt that Jiang Hao did have a reason to escape, on the one hand, the strength of five people on his side was too strong, and it was originally wishful thinking to fight five people with the strength of one person.

In addition, only by pretending to be a patient can he arouse people's sympathy and reduce people's dissatisfaction with his failure in the game.

Yes?

Zhang Xiaoxuan also felt that he might be looking too highly at Jiang Hao's ability, and was thinking about whether to ask Jiang Hao if there was a problem, when he saw that Jiang Hao stopped pressing his head, his eyes regained clarity, and his eyes showed a shining luster, and the whole person's body exuded an elegant temperament, which was like two people just now.

What's going on?

Not only did Zhang Xiaoxuan discover something unusual, but even the professors who came to observe clearly noticed the amazing changes in Jiang Hao's temperament, and they couldn't help but look at Jiang Hao twice.

"Alright."

Gangneung is good at wild grass, and wild grass pays attention to the touch of a button, and a slight pause will affect the overall beauty of wild grass, so he is the first of the five people to complete the work.

"Show it and take a look."

The professors who were observing couldn't help but raise their heads and urged Jiang Ling with anticipation.

"Okay."

Jiangling is not hypocritical, and generously lifts a pair of words written by himself in the void, showing off as if swaying from side to side for people to enjoy.

"The pen is like a shock, with a free and easy temperament between wandering, and it is really put. Uninhibited! This wild grass is really crazy enough, crazy enough, shocking enough. ”

Old. Good. Yu is an old professor of the art department, indulged in calligraphy and painting for decades, and has a good appreciation of calligraphy and painting, and gives high praise to Gangneung's works.

Old. Good. Yu couldn't help but glance at Jiang Hao, who had already begun to hold a brush and stain ink, and really couldn't figure out what kind of ability Jiang Hao had to compare the wild grass in Jiangling!

"I'm fine too."

Not to be outdone, Wang Meng gently blew the calligraphy and paintings on his desk, and when the ink was dry, he couldn't wait to hang it up, waiting for Chen. Good. Professor Yu's comments.

"Three points into the wood, you can see the diligence of the writer, the font is regular and natural, such as the forest table on the moon, which makes people feel relaxed and happy."

Old. Good. Yu's eyes are bright again, Wang Meng and Jiang Ling's calligraphy focus is different, one is calm and introverted, one is arrogant and leaky, but without exception, they are all close to perfection, people never get tired of looking at it, it is definitely a good product in the word, and the word can be practiced to the realm of two people, which is quite rare.

Old. Good. Yu couldn't help but turn his head, and found that Jiang Hao was still dipped in ink unhurriedly, as if his evaluation and the words written by others had nothing to do with his half a dime, and nodded secretly, just this indifferent state of mind that was not disturbed by the outside was not comparable to ordinary people.

I don't know what to do. Good. If Yu knew that Lu Dao was in the air, Jiang Hao actually used manipulation techniques to block his ears so as not to pollute the mood of the noise, I wonder if Lu Dao's jaw would fall to the ground in surprise?

"My handwriting is good, too."

Huang Fei also approached and presented his own font, and looked at Chen with a smile. Good. Yu, waiting for the wonderful comments of this old professor.

"The font is majestic, at a glance it looks like Songshan Jinpine, waving in the wind, not bending over for the wind, not losing the man's muscles and bones, which is worthy of praise."

Old. Good. Yu is very fond of Huang Fei's words, compared with Wang Meng's fierceness, Huang Fei's font pays attention to a kind of majestic steel beauty, this majestic beauty is more manly, and pure, so that people can be enthusiastic at a glance, he likes this kind of passionate work very much!

I couldn't help but glance at Huang Fei a few more times, as the saying goes, words are like people, and a person who can write such a heroic font must also be a free and easy person.

Old. Good. Yu glanced at Jiang Hao not far away again, and found that Jiang Hao had already turned this and began to ponder, but the steady movement of his pen, Chen. Good. Yu's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he was stunned thoughtfully.

The brush word is a foundation, holding the pen is one of the simplest and most important ones, the literati pen is like a warrior's blade, try to ask, if a military general can not even control his own blade, how can he gallop on the battlefield and take people's heads.

Connoisseur Gatekeeper, Chen. Good. Yu read his extraordinaryness from Jiang Hao's simple action of holding the pen, and directly told him that the quiet young man in front of him would definitely bring him a different surprise, and he suddenly began to look forward to the finished product after Jiang Hao's pen.

"Professor, please take a look."

Wu Yongjie showed his own words and respectfully invited Chen. Good. Yu gave a rating.

"The ink is heavy and ancient, and the font can be seen between the lines of the feelings of literati and high-rollers among the landscapes."

Old. Good. Yu naturally does not favor one over the other, observed it, and then gave a comment, among the four people, Wu Yongjie's font has the charm of the ancients, and it is not deliberately imitated, it has its own thoughts, which makes people feel very good, as if they are in the middle of the literati, talking about the world, so unhappy.

Well, it is surprising and convincing that today's young people are able to pass on the things left by their ancestors so well.

Old. Good. When Yu turned his head with emotion, he found that Jiang Hao, who was holding a pen and contemplating, seemed to have figured it out, and began to swing the brush, with a great wave of pleasure.

Even, he was able to clearly perceive an unusual aura from Jiang Hao's pen and ink, this kind of aura he had seen several times in his life, it was a master-level figure who had reached a very high level of penmanship and edict, and he could wave the breath with his hands and feet!

I don't know what he wrote!

Old. Good. Yu was a little distracted.

"Professor, please look."

Zhao Yongkang finished the font in the last one, gently put down the pen, and also learned the first four, and displayed his paintings in the air, in order to seek Chen. Good. Yu was able to read his own handwriting.

"The words are weak and soft, the body is light and fluttering, and the delicate and graceful of the woman is outlined with one stroke, so that people can't bear to leave at a glance."

was shouted by Zhao Yongkang, Chen. Good. Yu came back to his senses, his eyes left Jiang Hao, and cast on Zhao Yongkang's font, compared with the first four, Zhao Yongkang's font is more delicate, if you just look at the font, it is difficult to reminisce, it will be from a man's hand.

However, the more you can't guess, the more you can reflect Zhao Yongkang's behind-the-scenes skills, such delicate brushwork, if you don't have great perseverance, I'm afraid it's really difficult to practice, just by virtue of this, Zhao Yongkang is worthy of praise.

Old. Good. Yu naturally cast his eyes on Jiang Hao again, and when he saw Jiang Hao's big pen swing violently, he gently put down the pen as if relieved, and admired it to himself.

"Are your words finished?"

Old. Good. Yu looked at Jiang Hao with anticipation, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many people present and he needed to maintain his elegant demeanor, he would have walked over to check it out in person, and it was really itchy to wait for people's hearts to be like cat's claws.

"It's done, but it's not perfect."

Jiang Hao shook his head with some disappointment.

It's really good at pretending.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but roll his eyes, Jiang Hao's words have a deep meaning, if you win, it will be the biggest insult to your side, you see, even if I don't write perfectly, I can still win you.

But if Jiang Hao loses, then the deep meaning of this sentence is not difficult to understand, I wrote imperfectly, I didn't do my best, which means that you won, and it makes you not happy.

What a cunning guy.

The other four people also showed a look of disdain at the same time, and the words were all written, whether it was good or bad, it was from your hand, is it because you made a mistake, and when you judged, you tilted the balance of fairness in your favor?

"I'm sure you're right."

Old. Good. Yu was full of anticipation and encouragement, a person who holds such a steady brush, no matter how bad the font is, I am afraid it will not be able to stop it from being able to look directly, he is still very confident in Jiang Hao.

Multiply!

Zhang Xiaoxuan couldn't help but take a breath and looked at the smiling Chen with a surprised expression. Good. Yu, a little confused, for what Chen. Good. Yu didn't dare to give such a high evaluation before he watched it, he could hear Chen. Good. Yu was not an ordinary encouragement, and it was evident in his tone that he exuded great trust.

Could it be that he is really a master who hides deeply?

Zhang Xiaoxuan's thoughts changed sharply, but it was pointless to think more at the moment, and when Jiang Hao showed the words he had written, there was no need to guess.

"It's ugly."

Jiang Hao was also Chen. Good. Yu's encouragement was stunned, but he didn't expect that no one was optimistic about himself, but this old man was very serious about himself, and he glanced at what he wrote, believing that he would definitely give himself a fair conclusion.