Send a word?

Ye Changqing's words came out.

Hiss!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but gasp.

What is this guy going to do?

Did he want to teach the scholar how to write calligraphy?

Excessively!

This guy is simply too much!

This is clearly humiliating Wang Daxue in public!

At the same time.

Even Liu Ruyi and Wang Mo, who were standing on the high platform, couldn't help but be moved.

I have to admit it.

Although this person is young, his knowledge of calligraphy can indeed be regarded as a high-level position.

But calligraphy is not a theory, it needs to be constantly tempered and understood, and it is not an overnight thing.

Apparently.

At this moment.

present.

Except for Yan Tianshan and Yan Bingxin, even Yan Jinghong was suspicious of Ye Changqing.

"Ancestor, this Mr. Ye ......"

Yan Jinghong was silent for a moment, looked sideways at the ancestor Yan Tianshan, and quietly transmitted the sound.

"Huh?"

Yan Tianshan glanced at Yan Jinghong, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked an arc.

First of all.

In his opinion, this Mr. Ye is not as young as he seems on the surface.

Secondly.

He was an old man who could incorporate many Taoist rules into calligraphy.

It can well be imagined.

His old man's cultivation is not only unfathomable, but his attainments in calligraphy are also extraordinary.

And although Wang Mo said that he was more or less cultivated, he was only a few dozen years old after all, and he was like a child in front of Ye Senior and his old man.

Senior Ye was able to come forward at this time, and it could be regarded as green smoke rising from Wang Mo's ancestral grave.

"Don't you like calligraphy?"

Yan Tianshan glanced at Yan Jinghong disappreciatively, and said: "Now, Mr. Ye has made a move, then you can take a good look at it, maybe it will be a creation for you." ”

Good luck?

Yan Jinghong blinked, his expression full of confusion.

Then.

Ye Changqing finally moved.

He wore a white robe, held Tu Thirteen who had incarnated as a body in his arms, and walked towards the high platform with light steps.

Time.

As Ye Changqing came, everyone looked at each other, and retreated to both sides, making way for Ye Changqing.

Soon.

Ye Changqing ascended the high platform.

He first nodded with a smile at Wang Mo and Liu Ruyi, and then said in a mellow voice: "It's ugly." ”

Liu Ruyi was stunned, suddenly came back to her senses, and said with a charming smile: "Childe, please." ”

Wang Mo's face was a little ugly, and he coldly glanced at Ye Changqing, and just snorted lightly.

At Liu Ruyi's suggestion, the two maids on either side of the long table carefully collected Wang Mo's calligraphy, and then carefully spread out a brand new piece of rice paper.

Liu Ruyi came to Ye Changqing's side and said, "This son, the little woman will help you grind." ”

Ye Changqing nodded and smiled: "Thank you." ”

Liu Ruyi crossed the long table and stood opposite Ye Changqing, then picked up the ink ingot and grinded it gently.

At the same time, he was also measuring Ye Changqing without leaving a trace.

Let's be honest.

Liu Ruyi, as one of the directors of this Qingfeng Falling Moon Pavilion, can be regarded as reading countless people.

But for some reason, the young man in front of her gave her an elusive feeling.

Moreover, the temperament exuded by the body is very attractive.

Especially when she was face to face with this person at this moment, Rao was she couldn't help but be moved.

This person is not simple!

Gasping slightly, Liu Ruyi tried her best to calm down, and then made such an evaluation.

It was at this time.

Ye Changqing's mind moved, and he took out the ancient pen that Changxuan Zhenren gave him from the ring.

Merely.

After Ye Changqing's treatment and polishing, the barrel of the pen is as crisp as jade, and the seal is engraved with extremely beautiful lines.

In particular, the pen master faintly exudes a shining light, which looks extremely extraordinary.

Of course.

This hao was taken by Ye Changqing from the black tiger.

It's just that.

What he didn't know was that the black tiger was a demon venerable-level powerhouse who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

And so it goes.

It can be seen how extraordinary this hao is!

Inadvertently glancing at the pen that Ye Changqing was carrying on his body, Wang Mo and Liu Ruyi's faces changed drastically almost at the same time, and they couldn't stop looking at each other.

This man is really extraordinary!

I'm afraid this pen alone is a priceless existence!

It's an eye-opener!

This time it was really an eye-opener!

Just when Liu Ruyi and Wang Mo were shocked by the ancient pen in Ye Changqing's hand.

Ye Changqing dipped his pen in ink, and at the same time roughly glanced at the rice paper on the long table.

Soon.

Under the gaze of Liu Ruyi and Wang Mo, Ye Changqing began to put pen to paper.

It is not difficult to see that his pen is very casual.

But I don't know why, this pen gives people a feeling of wisdom in their hands.

Afterwards.

The writing is like flowing water, and there seems to be an invisible aura condensed in the faint way, which makes people tremble uncontrollably.

Followed by.

In less than a breath, an ancient word leaped onto the page.

【Quiet】

At the same time.

Just as Ye Changqing was writing, a wisp of fresh breeze instantly swept through the entire hall, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.

Mysterious!

It's so mysterious!

The next moment.

Liu Ruyi and Wang Moden were stunned, their eyes locked on the word written by Ye Changqing.

Really.

The shape is like flowing water, the momentum is like a green mountain, without a trace of flaw, it is simply perfect.

Most importantly.

When the two of them saw this ancient word, they didn't know what was going on in their hearts, and quietly became extremely calm, without a trace of ripples.

Ye Changqing didn't speak again, he simply cleaned the pen on the side, and with a move of his mind, he put the ancient pen into the ring again, and then turned around and walked down.

And offstage.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Ye Changqing with suspicion on their faces.

Apparently.

At this moment, they wanted to know, what kind of words did this young man give to Wang Dajia?

What about calligraphy?

When Ye Changqing stepped off the stage, everyone smacked their mouths and quietly vacated a passage again.

"Old Yan, Miss Yan, let's go upstairs and have a look. ”

Ye Changqing walked over with a smile and said.

Yan Tianshan sneered: "Mr. Ye, please." ”

Yan Bingxin smiled gently, and then walked ahead and continued to lead the way.

Outcome.

Just when Ye Changqing and the three of them walked to the corner of the stairs.

An extremely excited voice came.

"Slow down, sir. ”

Wang Mo hurriedly walked to the edge of the high platform, his eyes couldn't help reddening, and then looked at Ye Changqing fixedly.

"Is there a problem with the word I sent you?"

Ye Changqing was stunned for a moment and asked with a smile.

Smell.

Wang Mo fell silent, just as Ye Changqing was about to leave.

Thump!

Wang Mo knelt down!

Not bad!

This scholar of Changming Academy, the famous calligrapher of the imperial capital, knelt down.

And.

Still in front of everyone, knelt in front of this mysterious young man.

Hiss!

When everyone saw this scene, they were dumbfounded at first, only to feel a buzzing in their heads, and then their faces changed drastically, and they couldn't stop reading and gasping for air.

They really couldn't accept it, Wang Mo actually knelt down to a junior in public.

This also means:

This junior's calligraphy attainments are far above Wang Mo, otherwise how could he kneel in front of him?

But here's the problem.

What did this junior write just now?

Just when everyone's faces changed wildly and their hearts were shaken.

Wang Mo's forehead rested on the ground, and his voice trembled lightly: "The villain Wang Mo wants to worship Mr. as a teacher." ”

"If you can have this kind of understanding, it means that you are already very good. ”

Ye Changqing still didn't have much expression on his face, and said with a light smile: "As for apprenticeship or something, I think it's avoidable, if you want, you can communicate with me a little bit." ”

"Is it really possible, sir?"

Wang Mo's body trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head.

Ye Changqing smiled and nodded.