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The interview, looking at the character, Han Fei passed.

Next, there is a written test.

Breathing in the cold wind that stinged the lobes of his lungs, Han Fei felt that he was more awake than ever.

At this time, Zheng Xuan's voice came ethereally, "Half a pillar of incense is about to burn, if you can write a work that suits the situation, even if it is not very good, you can enter my door wall; If you can't do it...... Han Fei, you and I will have no relationship between master and apprentice, and we will not talk about apprenticeship again. ”

But it was Han Fei's sentence "The article is natural, and the magic hand is even good" deeply touched Zheng Xuan, he has been a scholar all his life, of course, he knows the importance of inspiration, yes, but it is a lot more relaxed, as long as Han Fei can do it, he does not seek a good work.

When the words fell, Han Fei smiled.

In his smile, he was extremely confident, and for a while, all the people who were paying attention to Han Fei almost thought that they were dazzled.

Look at the railing!

Returning to the hall with brisk steps, he saluted Zheng Xuan and said, "If you have thought of a song, please ask Kang Chenggong to correct it." ”

"Sure enough, it was a clever hand!" Zheng Xuan couldn't help but chuckle, a moment ago, he was still sad, and in the blink of an eye, he thought about it, this is not a clever hand, what could it be? At that moment, he nodded and said, "Let's try to chant." ”

Han Fei shook his head, picked out a thumb-thick, four-five-inch long charcoal bar from the brazier next to him, and then walked to the side of a snow-white wall next to him, knocked on it, and when he landed, the wall made of wooden planks made an empty sound, Han Fei seemed to be very satisfied and nodded, and then, with the charcoal bar, he wrote three big characters on it-Man Jianghong!

The font followed the path of regular script, strong and powerful, and when it was written to the last stroke, the charcoal strip was also pinched off by the force in Han Fei's hand.

Seeing these three words, the voice in the hall suddenly became quieter.

The people here are either famous people or from families, and they pay attention to the six arts of gentlemen, and their attainments in calligraphy are naturally not bad. Holding charcoal strips is different from using a brush, if they take the charcoal strips and write them out, they ask themselves that the font is far inferior to Han Fei's book. Han Fei was able to write such good characters with charcoal strips casually, and his understanding of calligraphy was probably already outstanding.

In these years, poetry and calligraphy are a family, and most of the people who have advanced attainments in calligraphy can be called the previous generation, and they are not much worse, such as Cai Yong.

People who can write such handwriting are not suspicious when they write "From the Army".

They also knew that Han Fei could only write hard pen words, not brush words, and he used charcoal strips as chalk!

It's just that his chalk is black, and the blackboard is white.

Shaking his head, Han Fei threw away the broken charcoal bar, found another one that was slightly thicker, turned around and returned to the wall, and wrote quickly, this time, it was written in line letters, in case the charcoal bar broke again.

Han Fei didn't write quickly, Cui Yan was curious, walked behind Han Fei, watched silently, and after a while, couldn't help but read it out.

"Man Jianghong...... Angry and angry......"

His tone was clear, and the whole hall could hear it clearly, and after a while, the countenance and standing posture of the audience became formal, and he repeated: "Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests......"

This is the first sentence of Manjianghong, and the atmosphere spreads out!

Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, Zhang Yang and other people who were interested in watching Han Fei's jokes changed their faces in an instant.

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest.

In the hall, Cui Yan's clear voice came into everyone's ears, and on the wall, Han Fei wrote hard, only when the first sentence was read, many people's faces changed, and some were solemn, waiting carefully for the next sentence; Some frowned, and their hearts were filled with bad feelings.

Among the people present, for Yuan Shao, he was even more inclined to say that Han Fei was only a small talent. What is plagiarized and plagiarized from "From the Army", he naturally doesn't believe it, but he only thinks that Han Fei just got such a song by luck, and he may be able to make contributions for a while, but it will be revealed after a long time.

For example, just now, he deliberately oppressed, and Han Fei had already seen a dilemma.

However, if Han Fei's smile later surprised him, and then the other party's simple pen action suddenly made Yuan Shao's heart chuckle, realizing that this calculation was wrong, and the appearance of this first sentence, he already understood that when he was most proud of his layout, he fell short.

It's so crisp!

Although the focus may be different, he and Cui Yan both feel this together, and Han Fei's calm attitude can only prove that he will not have problems in this regard. The appearance of the first sentence, others don't have time to really figure it out, of course, a single sentence can be said to be impeccable at most, and it can't be said to be good or bad, but when a moment later, Cui Yan read out "Thirty merits, fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, don't wait for idleness, white boy's head, empty sadness", the initial outline of this phrase has already appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the atmospheric and magnificent atmosphere has spread out with the formation of this word.

Boom.

"The first peace is especially unlearned."

"The courtiers hate... When will ...... extinguished?"

"Driving a long car to break through...... Tiger Prison Gap...... Zhuang Zhi hungry food Dong thief meat...... Laughing and talking about thirsty and drinking the cold blood of the West. ”

In Cui Yan's voice, Han Fei's pen suddenly froze, his eyes wandered, and he looked to the west, where it was the direction where the capital was located! Zhan Yan smiled slightly, slowly withdrew his gaze, and concentrated on writing the last sentence of the poem.

"Let's start from scratch...... Recovering the old mountains and rivers...... Chao-Tian-Que-" As the last stroke fell, Cui Yan next to him also sighed, his eyes swept around, and his voice was impassioned.

In the hall, the blood was rushing.

"Okay!"

Cui Yan's voice fell, and in the silence, someone couldn't help but sigh.

On the main seat, Zheng Xuan had already heard the brilliance in his eyes, and when he heard the sentence "Wait from the beginning, recover the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky", he involuntarily stood up, wanting to say something or want to walk towards this side, but then found that this did not match his identity.

It's just that in the old eyes, tears have appeared.

What is he willing to be an official for?

The first peace is ashamed, the courtiers hate, when has he forgotten?

Zhuang is hungry for Dong thief meat, laughing and thirsty for drinking the cold blood of the West...... The Son of Heaven is in trouble, Dong Zhuo is in trouble with the Beijing Division, under the iron hooves of the Xiliang Army, the people are not provoking, why doesn't he want to eat Dong Zhuo's meat raw and drink the blood of the Xiliang Army?

Recovering the old mountains and rivers......

This is not the right time, what is the right time?

This disciple, I, Zheng Xuan, have been accepted!

Pursing his lips and trembling his beard, Zheng Xuan's eyes were full of excitement.

Looking to the side again, more people are still chewing on the artistic conception in this poem, all of them are lost in it.

At the beginning, Lingyun is ambitious, covering mountains and rivers, and writing is magnificent. And then go on, with "thirty merits, fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon" fourteen words, unexpected, amazing, these fourteen words, such as seeing the general cares for himself for half a lifetime, nine bends, the hero is an amorous character. Fame is what I expect, and will it be buried with the dust; What is the hard thing to say, it can be appreciated with the clouds and the moon.

See what a mind and insight this is!

"Don't wait for idleness, the young man's head is white, empty and sad", so exhortation, saying that he understands with his body. The majestic pen, the words are loud!

"Wait from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky", full of loyalty and indignation, Dan heart and blood, pouring out his heart. With a literary point of view, it ends the whole article, full of spirit, no regrets, fascinating, and makes people dance.

The shooting is amazing!

"It's still snowing, but where did the 'Xiaoxiao Rain Break' come from, shouldn't it be copied again?" Suddenly, Yuan Shu sneered sourly.

It's just that who will listen to his words? Even if Yuan Shao had the intention to help, he couldn't blame one or two.

Shame ...... Right now, the first month of the first year of Chuping has passed, and it is obvious that this one is a new work, plagiarism? Who plagiarized and who plagiarized?

Dong Thief, Xiliang, and Tiger Prison Pass are all talking about crusading against Dong Zhuo, but they are poems that respond to the situation, how to plagiarize, how to plagiarize?

Everyone automatically ignored Yuan Shu's words.

There is a way to be flawed.

Such a masterpiece, it doesn't matter if it's snow or rain!

"Wenjie, this kid, I like it very much."