The class was depressed for a while, Hu Lai frowned, Ma Xin's eyes flickered, and the pen in Guo Feifei's hand fell to the ground......

At last they remembered who this man was,

Qin Ran's eyes revealed a dangerous light, and then she stood up, with a hint of inquiry: "Could it be that Teacher Han is the Teacher Han who is one of the eight calligraphers in Jiangnan Province,"

Han Zheng showed a hint of smugness on his face, his original meticulous complexion, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise at this moment,

The most proud achievement of his life is not to become the head teacher of the genius class, but the honor of his calligraphy master.

"Exactly, I didn't expect that Principal Qin would also know something about the field of calligraphy,"

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people engaged in calligraphy in China, after all, in the era of high technology, we don't often have to write with a pen.

However, there is no doubt that the art of calligraphy has not been discarded, and even exudes a unique charm in its unique field.

But generally not people in this field, it is difficult to know some modern calligraphers,

However, being able to get the title of one of the eight calligraphers in Jiangnan Province is obviously not an idle person.

"The eight great calligraphers of Jiangnan Province, are they very famous, why haven't I heard of them," Chu Yi asked subconsciously,

"Teacher Chu......" Qin Ran was a little speechless, she saw that Chu Yi still knew calligraphy, but she didn't expect this to be clear, "Teacher Han's status in the calligraphy world of Jiangnan Province is equivalent to the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, of course, this metaphor is a little exaggerated, but if you want to find someone comparable to him in Jiangnan Province, there are only seven other people, this is an honor awarded by the National Calligraphy Association, and Teacher Han won it before the age of forty,"

Everyone suddenly looked at Han Zheng with a slightly different gaze, no wonder some people thought the name Han Zheng was familiar before,

"My father once photographed a pair of Mr. Han's words, more than a million," Hu said, his face solemn,

"My grandfather also likes Mr. Han's words," Guo Feifei also said.

Chu Yi touched his nose and said with a smile: "Ahaha, it turns out that Teacher Han is so powerful......"

But his voice changed, and he said, "Then I have to learn more,"

Can he back down,

Obviously not,

It seems to be a harmonious competition, but it determines who of the two schools is more confident in the rest of the year, and the Education Bureau will even allocate funds according to this.

Among them, the curves and curves are not a simple teacher-student competition.

In short, these two schools have always been competing in secret, otherwise, there would not be this kind of exchange activity every year.

The problem is that Chu Yi invited the battle like this, which means that the exchange between the first middle school and the third middle school will start in the eighteenth class.

Qin Ran, Dong Guohao, and a teaching director are very worried in their hearts, no matter how you look at the eighteenth class, they are not able to eat each other's genius class.

According to their script, they wanted to lead this genius class into the experimental class of the third middle school, plus the experimental class 2, so that it would be possible to compete, but now they didn't expect to get the eighteenth class......

It also led to calligraphy masters such as Han Zheng,

Everyone's eyes fell on Chu Yi's body, Qin Ran was rarely a little nervous, although she didn't know how Chu Yi's calligraphy attainments were, no matter how good it was, it couldn't compare to Han Zheng.

Does he really have to accept this challenge?

Chu Yi will not have a second choice,

Soon, everyone moved to the battlefield and entered a special calligraphy classroom.

This is an extracurricular interest club,

In the classroom, the fragrance of ink escapes out, refreshing people's hearts,

"How do you compare," Chu Yi asked directly,

Han Zheng waved his hand, and said with a relaxed smile: "It's better for Teacher Chu to suggest, after all, I'm already bullying the small with the big now, if I still let me decide, even if I win, it will be dishonorable, and it will be troublesome for some people to play scoundrels,"

"What kind of person is this," Wang Ling was indignant,

"Everyone who is still calligraphy, every sentence is sarcastic, Mr. Chu's words are still obvious to all, maybe they will be overturned in the end," Ma Xin muttered,

But these words, in fact, he himself is a little weak-hearted, the eight masters of calligraphy in Jiangnan Province, this name is not rotten street,

Han Zheng didn't seem to hear everyone's dissatisfaction, and he was particularly tall here: "It's just a matter of meeting friends with words, don't hurt the harmony,"

Having said that, when he showed his identity and competed with Chu Yi, he was no longer a simple friend.

Chu Yi looked at Han Zheng: "There is also a premise for making friends, that is, the other party is a human,"

"You say I'm not human,"

"I didn't say that, but there is one thing I will prove to you," Chu Yi put down his cruel words, "A person's life is like, sometimes you work hard for a long time, and you only release a fart,"

In this field, understanding, talent, time, are all important,

"It's really arrogant, don't even hold a pen when you wait,"

There was a smell of gunpowder between the two,

In the end, the two decided to write a poem of Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" with Yan Ti and Lishu respectively.

The same poem, two different fonts, the feelings and spirits presented can be completely different.

There is no too solemn occasion, ink, is ready-made ink, not grinded,

Han Zheng made the first move, he was calm and relaxed, his expression was focused, his eyes were staring at the rice paper, as if there was a painting there, a world,

Lifting the pen, dipping the ink, passing slowly, the tip of the hair is sharp, with a beautiful arc, the ink is even, he doesn't even have to look at it, this is the feeling of many years,

Pen

A stroke falls, scaring away the dragon, the speed is not slow, the pen is full and flawless,

Chu Yi nodded again and again, his face and body were originally mellow, full, and with restrained power,

After a poem was written, it was done in one go, and only ten breaths were changed in the middle,

Then he picked up the pen again and wrote the same song "Jin Se" with Lishu,

"He is worthy of being a master calligrapher, this level is really pleasing to the eye," the students of the genius class are in control.

"Although I don't know calligraphy, I feel attracted to Mr. Han's writing process," the director of the second year of high school gasped.

"Teacher Chu, do you really have a chance of winning?"

Chu Yi shrugged, looked at the other party's two works, and said indifferently: "You can enter the room on stage,"

"Entering the room, it seems that Teacher Chu's level is very high, I want to see what is a master's level in your eyes," Han Zheng laughed angrily,

"It's better to make a bet, the bet is that the person who wins writes the word Wang Ba on the face of the person who loses," Chu Yi didn't have much ink in his stomach, but bad water can definitely drown people,

"Okay, good," the three good words, representing Han Zheng's anger to the limit,

Chu Yi didn't say anything more, in front of everyone, he walked to the desk in a dashing manner, spread out two snow-white rice papers, and picked up two brushes at the same time.

"No......"

"Teacher Chu, this is going to ......" The onlookers have not opened their mouths yet,

saw that Chu Yi had already put down the pen, and he put the pen down with both hands at the same time,

The left hand is the body,

The right hand is the official book,

The former word is round, with a heroic, atmospheric, full beauty,

The latter, with twists and turns, is like a bewitching dancer, but full of arrogance,

Two fonts, two strokes, even if they are written separately, most people can't control them, let alone write them at the same time,

Everyone was dumbfounded, everyone was dumbfounded, their mouths opened involuntarily, and the voice that whimpered in their throats was unspeakable, for fear of disturbing this masterpiece.

Chu Yi is focused, but he is casual, it is too simple for him to use two hearts, two arms, command Ruoru,

There is great freedom in the heart, and there is great freedom in writing,

While reading aloud, he wrote hard,

"Jin Se unprovoked fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian,"

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that Emperor Chun's heart trusts the cuckoo,"

"There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking,"

"This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time,"

Whether urgent, slow, low, or high, the charm of language, the charm of calligraphy, and the visual impact have brought everyone on the scene into a peculiar atmosphere.

As if at this moment, the whole world revolves around Chu Yi,

The tip of the pen that jumped on the rice paper spit out not handwriting, but the sun, moon and stars,

What art, this is art, this is the shock that art brings,

Chu Yi has been immersed in this road for thousands of years, realized his calligraphy, jumped out of the frame, and traveled higher in the sky.

After the speech, the word is completed, and the pen is written,

The audience was silent, silent,