?? Next, it's an exciting competition, the competition between Liu Xiaoyuan and Meng Yisong, which is definitely what everyone is looking forward to, they all want to see who wins.

"President Meng, you come first, you are an old man!" Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile.

Meng Yisong was not polite, walked to the front of the bookcase, directly crumpled the words written by Liu Xiaoyuan, and threw them into the trash.

Seeing this, Liu Xiaoyuan was not angry, and still had a smile on his face. However, when some other people saw Meng Yisong's move, they all felt that Meng Yisong was too narrow-minded.

"Grandpa, I'll grind ink for you!" After Meng Hao finished speaking, he glared at Liu Xiaoyuan fiercely, and then stepped aside to polish ink for Meng Yisong, Meng Hao now pinned his hopes on his grandfather, hoping that his grandfather could help him to be ashamed and slap Liu Xiaoyuan in the face.

Writing is the most taboo and impetuous. Therefore, after taking the brush, Meng Yisong breathed a few sighs of relief and tried to calm his mood as much as possible.

After his mood almost calmed down, Meng Yisong picked up the brush in his hand and dipped it in a little ink, and began to write five big characters on the rice paper: Quiet and far-reaching!

"Okay!" With Meng Yisong's handwriting, everyone present applauded, because Meng Yisong's five words were indeed well written.

Before Meng Yisong learned calligraphy, he had been copying Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, and although he became a master of calligraphy, he still had Yan Zhenqing's shadow between the lines.

"Okay, President Meng's five words are broad and magnificent, strong and awe-inspiring, thick and majestic between the lines, and the atmosphere is refined. ”

"Yes, these five words are already on par with Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, and they are worthy of President Meng. ”

At this moment, even Zhao Qianhai had to praise Meng Yisong in his heart for writing these five words well.

Meng Yisong looked at the five big characters on the rice paper, and finally showed a smile on his face. These five words are comparable to Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, which is definitely everyone's words, but it can also be regarded as from the hands of everyone in calligraphy.

Therefore, for this competition, Meng Yisong felt that he had won the game.

Liu Xiaoyuan didn't understand the knowledge of calligraphy at all, but from everyone's words about Meng Yisong, it can be known that Meng Yisong's calligraphy is somewhat similar to Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy.

Although Liu Xiaoyuan doesn't know anything about calligraphy, Yan Zhenqing still knows it.

Yan Zhenqing is not only a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, but also a famous minister of the Tang family, during the Anshi Rebellion, Yan Zhenqing also led the rebel army against the rebels, and later became an official to the Ministry of Shangshu, the prince and the prince, and the prince of Fenglu County.

"Hehe, since this is the case, then Brother will summon Yan Zhenqing and Yan Gong through the god-level invincible system later, so that you can know what the real Yan body is. Liu Xiaoyuan thought in his heart.

"Not bad, not bad!" Liu Xiaoyuan walked to the side of the bookcase with his hands behind his back and looked at it twice.

Seeing Liu Xiaoyuan's appearance of pointing out the country, Meng Yisong's face turned cold. As if he was a student of Liu Xiaoyuan, he was waiting for Liu Xiaoyuan's guidance from the teacher.

"If you've seen enough, it's your turn!" Meng Yisong said impatiently.

Liu Xiaoyuan immediately walked to the front of the bookcase, squeezed Meng Yisong away, and then said: "President Meng, please take away the piece of paper on which you are writing, don't affect my mood!"

Meng Yisong snorted coldly, took away the rice paper, and thought coldly in his heart: "Boy, tell you to be arrogant, see how long you can be arrogant." ”

After Meng Yisong took away the rice paper, Liu Xiaoyuan took the problem, dipped it in a little ink, and then summoned Yan Zhenqing, closed his eyes and waved his pen to write down the five big characters of Indifference to Mingzhi.

"Okay, I'm done!" Liu Xiaoyuan held a brush in his hand, looked at the five big characters on the rice paper, and was proud for a while.

Yan Zhenqing is worthy of being an outstanding calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, seeing the five big characters on the rice paper, even Liu Xiaoyuan, a layman, feels that he is majestic and dignified, strong and strong, and his muscles and bones are exposed.

"Whew! It's not bad!" Liu Xiaoyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, this * pretended to be no one.

The people present were all connoisseurs, and when they saw the five words on the rice paper, they were dumbfounded, and their eyes were about to fall out.

This Nima is simply the Yan body written by Yan Zhenqing himself!

Meng Yisong's eyes stared at the five big characters written by Liu Xiaoyuan, and after a long time, he kept talking to himself like a madman: "How is this possible, how is this possible......"

As a senior calligrapher who copied Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, Meng Yisong could naturally see at a glance that the five big characters written by Liu Xiaoyuan did not know how many times higher than what he wrote.

After muttering to himself and not knowing how many sentences to repeat, Meng Yisong took two steps back, like a lost wild dog, and the whole person sat on the ground.

At this moment, Meng Yisong seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden, and he had worked hard to practice calligraphy for so many years, but he was defeated by a hairy boy......

"Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you? don't scare me!" Meng Hao walked to Meng Yisong's side and squatted down, supporting his grandfather with a worried face.

When the people present heard Meng Hao's voice, they came back to their senses from the previous shock, and turned their heads to look at Meng Yisong, but no one cared about Meng Yisong, because the shock that Liu Xiaoyuan brought to them was too great, and it was incredible that such a young man could write calligraphy with such profound skills when he closed his eyes.

Zhao Qianhai and several people were also shocked, especially Zhao Qianhai, looking at Liu Xiaoyuan like a monster, originally thought that Liu Xiaoyuan was copying a thin gold body to achieve a very godlike appearance, which was already incredible, but I didn't expect Liu Xiaoyuan to write so well with one hand, just like Yan Zhenqing's reincarnation.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the player Liu Xiaoyuan for successfully pretending to be B again and gaining 1000 experience points!" The voice of the system sounded in Liu Xiaoyuan's mind.

Ha ha...... Another thousand more experience points, this * is worth it.

"Oh, President Meng, what's wrong with you? Liu Xiaoyuan walked to Meng Yisong's side and pretended to be concerned and asked.

Meng Yisong was supposed to be better, but when he saw Liu Xiaoyuan's crying mouse fake compassion, he was even more angry.

"Oh, President Meng, I heard that my health is not good, and drinking ink is very effective, and it is a high-quality ink!" Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile.

"Meng Hao, don't you feed your grandfather and drink the ink. Liu Xiaoyuan said to Meng Hao with a smile.

Only then did everyone suddenly remember that before the two tried calligraphy, the two did have such a bet, and whoever lost would drink the ink.

Now, Meng Yisong has lost, and the ink is naturally for him to drink.

Everyone looked at the inkstone on the bookcase, and when they saw the ink on the inkstone, everyone was frightened and drank the ink, and they were a little afraid to think about such a thing, let alone really drink it.

"Alas, President Meng, it's not that we don't speak for you, it's really because we are willing to gamble and lose!" Most of the people cast sympathetic glances at Meng Yisong.