Chapter 132

Seeing that Song Ming finished writing the whole text of "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" in a very chic manner, Gu Songbai finally put away his previous contempt and solemnly arched his hand to him.

"Mr. Song, I have to admit that I have lost my eyes before, dare to ask who the family teacher is?"

To be able to teach a young calligraphy master like Song Ming must be a well-known master in the country.

"There is no master, I practice casually and write blindly." Song Ming smiled slightly: "Old man Gu, can I still be elegant?" ”

"If Mr. Song can't do this word, I'm afraid there is no word to qualify."

Gu Songbai smiled bitterly: "Now I know why you didn't let the question be settled, without the bonus of fame, Lao Cai will lose this time." ”

Originally, if the two were at the same level, the guests present would definitely be able to recognize Cai Yuan's words, needless to say, they also knew that Song Ming had lost, but now Song Ming's own calligraphy level is scary, and there is no payment, which adds a few points of chance - if the two characters are compared together, the guests will subconsciously think that Cai Yuan's writing is better, but they will never guess that this character is actually written by Song Ming.

Not to mention them, even if Gu Songbai is unaware, I am afraid that he will make a mistake.

"Who do you think won?"

"You won."

"Thanks, I think so too."

Song Ming has no modesty at all, with his previous experience, he already knows how strong the ability of electronic plug-ins is, so he is full of confidence, [calligraphy proficient (S)], which means that the calligraphy level of the person who made this electronic plug-in prototype is already recognized as a top master in the apocalyptic world, plus Song Ming's body has undergone D-level comprehensive strengthening, and his quality in all aspects has surpassed the level of ordinary humans, and his ability to control the body muscles is extremely strong, and it is also a huge advantage when used for calligraphy and painting.

If such an advantage can't win against Cai Yuan, then Song Ming will lose and lose.

Song Ming dried the words and rolled them up, and then handed them to Gu Songbai: "I'll hand it over to you for temporary safekeeping, and then go on stage together after he finishes writing." ”

Gu Songbai solemnly received it in his hand: "Please rest assured, I will never break it." ”

"It's fine." Song Minghun waved his hand absentmindedly: "Isn't it just a piece of writing, if it is broken, just write another one, and it will be better next time." ”

Gu Songbai smiled bitterly when he heard this, if this good character is from the hand of a famous artist, it is worth at least several million, but Song Ming is just a nameless, even if he takes it out and sells it, it will only cost thousands of yuan.

He suddenly understood what Song Ming said before about "added value" - without fame, no matter how good your things are, no one cares, if you are famous, even if you write a piece of, there will be people rushing to grab it, and shouting incense while grabbing it.

Gu Songbai's heart was in a daze, and he suddenly felt a little in a trance, did he himself become this situation unconsciously?

In the past, no one cared about the paintings that he painted diligently, but after he finally became famous, he painted a work of practicing brushwork, and some people rushed to ask for it, and he could always analyze how many advantages there were in it, and some of them even he had never thought of.

Sometimes I have been proud that I can create such amazing works without realizing it, and my level is really getting higher and higher.

Now reflect on it, are you also confused by those people's pursuit?

In fact, it's not that your level is getting better and better, but that your fame is getting bigger and bigger, and even that in this environment, your level is not rising but falling, but worse than before?

"Old Gu?"

"Ahh

Gu Songbai came back to his senses, shook his head, and then suddenly said solemnly to Song Ming: "I didn't expect to be able to take such an important class in this ancient year...... Mr. Song, Songbai is grateful! ”

Song Ming was stunned.

After waking up, Gu Songbai only felt that his thoughts were clear, his whole body was full of energy, and his state was unprecedentedly good, and he immediately laughed and pushed the door away, he had a hunch that he was afraid that he would break through again in the past few days.

When Gu Songbai came over, Cai Yuan had just finished writing the last word, and his forehead was full of fine sweat, which showed how much effort it took him to write this character.

"Old Gu? It's good to come! Come and take a look at my calligraphy, I feel like it's the best one I've written in years! ”

Cai Yuan put down the pen and admired the words on the rice paper, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

Gu Songbai took a closer look, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, sure enough!

He was really blinded by Sheng Shi's false name before, and he couldn't see the problem, but after being reminded by Song Ming, he finally found the problem.

Cai Yuan's handwriting has hardly changed from what he wrote at his peak twenty years ago.

In other words, he's been standing still for twenty years.

The text is very magical, people can see some "things" from above, you say that it is the "muscles" of the text, "spirit" or "aura", after all, it is a kind of mysterious feeling, the glyph of each word is placed there, but the words written by different people are different, some people write it, so that people know at a glance that this person is an upright gentleman, and some people write out the words on the sharp, at a glance they know that this is a very offensive person.

And the words that Cai Yuan writes now......

Gu Yuantong read the whole article and only saw two words.

Proud.

Cai Yuan is of course very proud.

He is full of peach and plum all over the world, whether he is in politics or business, there are great achievements everywhere, no matter where he goes, there are students to greet him and invite him as a guest of honor.

He is a master calligrapher, and the current president of the Flower Painting and Calligraphy Association is very old and about to retire, and he is a strong contender for the next president.

How many people can have this kind of achievement?

Why shouldn't he be proud?

"How?"

"Of course the word is a good word, but ...... Forget it, nothing. ”

Gu Songbai wanted to speak and stopped, thought about it for a while, it was better to wait and let him experience the blow of reality, even if he said it now, he would not accept it.

"Do you think he writes better than I do?"

Cai Yuan was unconvinced when he saw that he wanted to say it but didn't say it.

"I can't say, let's let the guests evaluate it."

Gu Songbai shook his head, and when the words were dry, he rolled them up.

Cai Yuan hurriedly said: "Be careful not to break it, maybe there will be no such state in the future, and I plan to frame it and collect it after the judgment is finished!" ”

Gu Songbai sighed secretly again, he lost to Song Ming again at this point, always with this mentality, how could he write better words?

Although Song Ming is young and he is old, calligraphy is your proud skill, at least in calligraphy, you must have a strong enough confidence to win!

After calling Song Ming, the three returned to the stage.

They left for less than half an hour, during which the hotel brought a lot of drinks to the guests, the organizers also invited the stars to perform on stage again, and the guests also discussed the challenge very enthusiastically, so the atmosphere did not cool down at all, but more and more anticipation of the outcome of this unexpected challenge.

Tang Yun perked up: "It's here!" ”

Zhou Feifei glanced back, then asked with a smile, "Do you think he will win?" ”

"It should ...... No problem. ”

Tang Yun hesitated, Song Ming's strong self-confidence before infected her again, Tang Yun always felt that Song Ming would not fight a battle that he was not sure of, he must have the confidence to win before acting. But she thinks that Song Ming, as a "mercenary" who is often born and dies, must often practice combat skills and calligraphy? Can that thing be used to kill or can it be used to save lives? Will he really?

"I think he will!"

Zhou Feifei once again entered the state of nymphomania: "I feel that there is no problem in this world that can stump him!" ”

“……”

The corners of Tang Yun's mouth twitched, this is hopeless!

At this time, the female star who was singing on the stage noticed the change behind her, she stopped singing very interestingly, and then said: "It seems that the duel between literati and artists is more attractive than me, in this case, friends, I will return this stage to Old Man Cai and this brave challenger." ”

Song Ming smiled at her and took the microphone from her hand, the battle-hardened female star was stunned, she was itchy in her heart, her fingers scratched Song Ming's palm, and then left him casually, leaving only a fragrant breeze.

"You should be in a hurry, right? We've both written, so it's time for everyone to judge. ”

Song Ming motioned for his assistant to help Gu Songbai unfold the scroll, and when the camera projected two words onto the screen, the long-awaited guests were suddenly stunned.

After a moment of sluggishness, the audience was in an uproar, and someone exclaimed: "No payment? What's going on? ”

Song Ming, who was smiling, ignored the chatter in the audience, and said calmly: "In order to ensure the fairness and justice of the challenge, I ask Mr. Cai, like me, not to pay or sign, but to write the text." ”

After Tang Yun saw the two words on the screen, he suddenly showed a very bright smile: "I knew he had a way!" ”

Without the signature, there is no fame bonus, all by the real ability of the competition, the test is the most fundamental appreciation of calligraphy and painting, who writes well, there is a sense of meaning, who wins!

Although I don't know why Song Ming still writes so well, there is no doubt that he now has at least a 50% chance of winning!

Zhou Deheng sat there and looked at the two words on the stage and was stunned for a while, then looked down at the words he had just bought for 2 million, and suddenly burst into a foul language.

"Damn! I knew that Mr. Song was still good at writing, so I directly asked him to help with the inscription! Why is Lao Tzu spending this unjust money!? ”