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Whether it is Wang Yichen or His Royal Highness the Prince, this memory is naturally excellent, and Qin Heng has only heard the poem once just now and has already remembered it in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

According to the size of the paper, Wang Yichen chose a pen that was slightly smaller than Dahao.

Calligraphy is not a random thing, Wang Yichen held the pen and did not start immediately, thinking about the chapter in his mind. Although it is best to write books by temperament, the three major books in the world are like this, and they have no scruples about writing, but since today is a competition, they always want to take it seriously, and they can't be casual in their minds, and Wang Yichen doesn't believe that his current level can write something comparable to the three major books by his temperament.

Coincidentally, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also chose a pen of the same size as the one in Wang Yichen's hand, but the material is a little different, the pen in Wang Yichen's hand is birch, and His Royal Highness the Prince's is Yuanmu, which is exactly the same as the word in His Royal Highness the Prince's name.

I didn't pick up the pen and start writing, but closed my eyes, not knowing what was going on in my mind.

Then there was a somewhat strange scene, the whole mountain top people quietly looked at the two people in the middle who did not speak or move, and they all held their breath and watched, and did not say a word so as not to disturb.

After a short time, about a stick of incense, Wang Yichen began to study ink and dip ink.

Grinding ink to half, ink to the beginning.

When the nib of the pen and the paper just came into contact, I never stopped thinking, the ink was dry, the left hand kept grinding the ink, the right hand dipped in ink, and the pen again.

For some people on this mountain, this observation can better grasp the rhythm or rhythm of a work, and a good work is a book or a painting.

The book is complete.

After the last pen was written, Wang Yichen had the mind to turn his head to look at the red-robed young man, and found that he was still closing his eyes, still holding the pen in his hand and not moving. The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and he was still very satisfied when he looked down at his work, even more pleasant than some of his previous famous works.

Although the man next to him had not yet started writing, he did not believe that this person could write more than the calligraphy in front of him.

The red-robed young man didn't start writing, and naturally no one would urge, and several old Confucian students quietly stepped forward and stood in front of Wang Yichen's work, wanting to see what kind of masterpiece this arrogant man could write.

Judging from the rhythm of Wang Yichen's previous writing, several people already had a guess in their hearts, even if it was not satisfactory, it would not be bad.

I saw one of the old Confucians frowning from a distance, in his opinion, calligraphy creation is the first priority, and a famous artist has long said that "the spirit is the first, and the shape and quality are second". Charm is the soul of calligraphy art, a good calligraphy work, must be vivid, like a cloud of smoke, fully demonstrate the beauty of the author's writing content.

The beauty of artistic conception is the natural expression of the author's true temperament, and it is the highest state of calligraphy art. It is the perfect unity of heart and hand, mind and law, form and god.

The remaining two people approached the closer look, looking at the chapters, knots, shapes, lines and ink. The chapter is open and closed, there is tension and relaxation, there is affection, and the beginning and end are corresponding, giving people a sense of "wordless poetry, colorless painting, silent rhythm".

Calligraphy is even more connotative, a little painting is not so simple, Mr. Sun Changzhong has long mentioned that 'a painting between the ups and downs in the front, a point within a setback. That's the opinion.

The three of them have a clear division of labor, they have seen it silently, and their thoughts have not been said in their hearts, but their faces have already shown a look of recognition, and they are worthy of being the descendants of the famous Mr. Wang Li.

If you want to say how good Wang Yichen is, it is not enough, because this work is like, some of them are too much like Mr. Wang Li, and the whole is the shadow of Mr. Wang Li.

Of course, it is very good that a work can reach the current level, after all, Wang Yichen is still very young, and his personal style does not mean that it can be formed, it has to go through a subtle evolution, a natural process, for some people, this process may be ten or twenty years, or a lifetime.

After a while, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still did not start writing, and everyone began to wonder, and began to suspect in their hearts that this person was playing tricks.

Even the head of the Hua family and several other heads of the family began to mumble in their hearts, after all, whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was good at calligraphy or not, several people didn't know. I wasn't sure in my heart.

The young Zhixue had already begun to whisper to Su Youyue: "Sister Su, is this person delaying time if he can't write." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, there is a reason for this. Su Youyue retorted.

Zhi Xue said softly and stopped talking, of course, there are not a few people who have Zhi Xue's thoughts, and there are not a few who put it into their mouths, and gradually began to whisper.

Even although Su Youyue said this, she was not sure about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in her heart, after all, the heroic image of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who overturned dozens of people on the waterway that day left a deep impression on Su Youyue's heart. At this time, it is difficult to imagine that such a person can use a knife and a pen, and can practice martial arts and writing.

On the top of this mountain, only the three amber daughters who looked at His Royal Highness the Prince with their eyes closed in the center were full of confidence in Yuankong, and Xiao Yanniu Jade Emperor was also full of confidence.

Time passed bit by bit, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still didn't start writing, several old Confucians began to frown, and stepped forward to react to the head of the Hua family, after all, it is impossible for so many people on the top of the mountain to waste time and wait for something that has no result.

But Hua Chengwu sternly refused: "Continue to wait quietly, if he doesn't open his eyes for a while, we will wait for a while, and if he doesn't open his eyes, we will wait for a day." ”

After listening to what the head of the Hua family said, Lao Ru began to think carefully in his heart, could it be that this young man named Zhang Zimo is really a calligrapher, but Lao Ru thought about the famous people on the Southern Road, or the family didn't expect that there was a person named Zhang Zimo. This person's name was given to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince by the Su family's small family on a whim, and it would be strange if it was thought of.

Since the head of the Hua family asked him to wait, then wait, sitting quietly in the gazebo, drinking tea, and waiting. But some talented people seemed to can't wait, and began to quietly step forward to have a sneak peek of Wang Yichen's calligraphy.

After reading it, I began to feel more and more worried, doubting whether this red-robed young man who had not yet written could write such a work, after all, at this time, they and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince shared honor and disgrace, and if His Royal Highness failed, the face of their Gusu literati would be lost. He was now their only hope to fight Wang Yichen.

He opened his eyes