"Ye Futu scored twenty-three points again, hehe, this time Xiang Yu's kid shouldn't be so lucky." Ximen Kun looked at the score newly brushed out by Ye Futu on the scoreboard, and said with a smile.

"Yes, he should choose Go, and he can score twenty-three points, which is worthy of Ye Futu." The head of the Shui family, Shuimen, touched his short beard and nodded in agreement.

"I'm expecting Xiang Yu to surprise me again." Long Feiyang, the head of the Long family, flashed a trace of expectation in his eyes.

Long Yuan, the competitor of the Long family, is probably hopeless, and Long Feiyang is concerned about whether Xiang Yu can surpass Ye Futu in this competition at the moment.

"It's out." Nangong Wufeng suddenly burst out laughing.

Everyone looked up, and sure enough, they saw that the score behind Xiang Yu's name was brushed out.

"Twenty-four points!"

"This ...... It was even one point higher than Ye Futu. Luo Xingyu, the head of the Luo family, flashed a strange look in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Xiangyu all suppressed Ye Futu. It's not that Ye Futu is too weak, but Xiang Yu...... Too strong!

"I found out I still underestimated him." Liu Zongyuan, the head of the Liu family, sighed: "At a young age, his strength can be comparable to that of a ghost hand, and the two things of qin and chess are also so terrifying, which is really demonic." ”

For their level, if you really look at a person, you will look at it from all sides.

A person's strength does have a lot of weight in their hearts, but it is only very important. When this powerful person has a super high IQ, he is brave and literary, this person is really terrifying, such as Ye Futu. But today, Xiang Yu also did it.

"This son. In time, it will be able to roll up the sky. Jiang Suiyun, the head of the Jiang family, who had never spoken much, suddenly said categorically.

"It's rare to be able to make your Jiang family master have such a high evaluation." Nangong Wufeng laughed.

"I think so, too."

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Book.

This is the third round of the test of qinqi, calligraphy and painting. Calligraphy.

Fifteen people calmed down. looked at Ye Futu, who took the lead in lifting the pen.

In today's test, everyone understands in their hearts that it is no longer a competition of fifteen people, but a ...... The war between Xiang Yu and Ye Futu!

Their scores were pulled down too much, and only Ye Futu and Xiang Yu each had high scores. Ye Futu is likely to turn the tables in waves.

So, it's these two people who are really fighting.

The requirement for calligraphy is to write an original poem yourself. This is a bit interesting, the calligraphy test is no longer a simple font, and there are certain requirements for the literary style.

Ye Futu carried a brush. The ink was dripping, and he hadn't moved, apparently thinking about what poetry to write.

Soon, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he gently lifted the pen and wrote a line on the rice paper that was both flamboyant and delicate.

"The maple is withered and the love is deep, and the leaves are astringent and bitter. If you leave for a long time, you will not look back, and you will not wear a needle when you brush your sleeves. ”

After writing, Ye Futu looked at the examiner.

The examiner was a master with a very high status in the field of Chinese calligraphy, looking at the poems written by Ye Futu. Nodding.

"Wonderful everyone! This line is free and flexible in change. The writing is fast, and there are very few stops and pauses. The next pen is closed, the beginning and the end are combined, and the homeopathic trend is more, and the stroke is passed. The pen is smooth and chic and colorful, and it is indeed a first-class asset. The examiner nodded again and again: "And this poem is also good, this round, I will give you twenty-four points!" ”

"Thank you." Ye Futu said politely.

Glancing back at Xiang Yu, Ye Futu flicked his sleeves and walked to the back.

The second place is Long Yuan.

Long Yuan had a bitter face, and soon wrote a poem, an ordinary limerick poem, the key is his words...... In the words of the Internet, even I was drunk. The examiner said that he was drunk, waved his hand and said, "This round will give you fifteen points." ”

These fifteen points are simply compassionate, Long Yuan walked down stupidly, and he also knew that he was indeed not very good at calligraphy, so it was not good to complain about anything.

In order, several other people also stepped forward to write.

But obviously, with Ye Futu Zhuyu in front, everyone's calligraphy is a little insufficient. The most one scored 18 points, which is amazing.

Ye Futu's words are indeed extraordinary.

"It's your turn to bring it back." Ye Futu suddenly walked up to Xiang Yu and spoke.

"So concerned about me?" Xiang Yu looked at Ye Futu with a smile.

Ye Futu's face twitched unnaturally, not concerned, Xiang Yu suppressed him in the first two rounds of the twentieth round, which made him extremely angry in his heart. From childhood to adulthood, he has always been a peerless among his peers, and today Xiang Yu won him twice, how could he not let Ye Futu's mentality change dramatically.

"I just hope you don't look too ugly later." Ye Futu said coldly.

He has made no secret of his displeasure, and calligraphy has always been his best at. He is confident of regaining dominance in this round.

"Xiang Yu ......"

Over there, it was Xiang Yu's turn to play the calligraphy test.

Xiang Yu said lightly: "I know you are not convinced, but I came today to sue you, and you are not as good as me in calligraphy." ”

Ye Futu was unmoved, and his eyes became colder.

Xiang Yu stepped forward, lifted the brush, and dipped it in pen and ink.

He wrote a modern poem.

"The great deeds of your recitation

A sigh that has become history

Your thousand-year-old hand-tie

A mansion that has been buried deep in the depths of the country

The inscription you wrote to eternity

It is a proof of the withering of time

Your diary for the time

A scar from a fingertip

The sea of flowers under the peach blossom tree

It is the deep affection of my sinking in the sea of suffering. ”

Pen down!

There was the sound of gasping air in the venue.

This poem doesn't mean anything, as if it is admiring time, as if it is regretting this life, which is understandable. Even, most of the people present didn't know what Xiang Yu wrote at all.

Because this is the word of the Qin Dynasty!

The winding and complex font, the domineering structure, makes people even have a kind of admiration for sinking into it.

"It's ...... Seal script! ”

The examiner really didn't expect that someone not only wrote so well with a brush, but also wrote the font used in the Qin Dynasty, Xiao Seal!

The strokes are horizontal and vertical, round and even, and the thickness is basically the same. All horizontal and vertical paintings are equidistant and parallel, all strokes are mainly circles, the circle is round, the circle is round, the circle is round, and the circle is square, so that the circle is alive and full of fun. Balance and symmetry, spatial division, balance and symmetry are the unique charms of seal script. Symmetry not only exists in the symmetry of the left and right, up and down symmetry, but also in the local symmetry of the word, the symmetry of the left and right inclination of the arc stroke. The top is tight and the bottom is loose, most of the main part of the small seal is in the upper half, and the lower half is the telescopic hanging foot. Of course, there are also characters without feet, the main stroke is in the lower part, and the upper stroke can be raised.

It's a beautiful font and it's hard to write! It's just that Xiang Yu's poem is very long, which increases the difficulty, but Xiang Yu is not struggling to write a small seal, but has a feeling of being able to come easily, which makes the examiner extremely shocked!

"How many years have you been practicing?" The examiner asked a little stunned.

A trace of nostalgia flashed in Xiang Yu's eyes.

Practicing too many teenagers? I have lived for half my life in writing small seals, can I say how many years I have practiced?

"It started at a very young age."

"Awesome! I'm not afraid of jokes, you have a small seal, I don't know any words, forgive me for being lonely. The examiner exclaimed.

"Inevitably, after so many years, the small seal has long disappeared, except for the calligrapher who can write the small seal, almost no one can find it." Xiang Yu shook his head, when Qin Shi Huang unified the six countries, the text was changed from a big seal to a small seal, and the four seas were all this font, and now it has been eliminated.

This is the inevitability of historical reproduction.

"There is no doubt that you are a perfect score!" The examiner wrote a twenty-five score after Xiang Yu's name.

The other competitors slapped their heads and were speechless.

Is this really something that one person can do? Who can tell me where such a pervert came from?

Ye Futu is powerful enough, right? It is known that piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are omnipotent, and his personal strength is even more terrifying, but today he was completely crushed by Xiang Yu!

Ye Futu almost didn't stand firm, his eyes widened, looking at the irregular rows of small seals on the rice paper, he was trembling as if he had eaten oversized ice cream on a cold day.

This guy!

He's going to have his teeth crushed! Confidence in a game, finally easily broken by Xiang Yu!

He's got a perfect score again!

He is twenty-four points, although it is only one point lower, but for Ye Futu, it is not a matter of one point.

This is...... A matter of dignity!

At the same time, in the box.

The patriarch of the eight clans watched Xiang Yu suppress Ye Futu with a full score on the scoreboard again, and stood for a long time.

It's a small seal.

Nangong Wufeng took a deep breath, he knew that Xiang Yu would be a small seal, and this round was full again.

Long Tianyang exclaimed: "There is a good show to watch today, how will Emperor Liu Qing end." ”

"It's not the end yet, it's too early to say that Xiang Yu is stronger." Ximenkun's face was not good-looking, and he said with some displeasure.

Several of the other heads of the house smiled.

The more that's it, the more fun it is, isn't it?

(Xiang Yu's poem is my own original, laughing and generous) (to be continued......)