"It's... What font is this? ”

Looking at the square words on the rice paper in front of them, everyone cast shocked eyes.

The whole poem is like flowing water, the words are strong and powerful, sparse and dense, staggered, and the pen is used to the fullest, like divine help!

Many of the elders in the crowd who love calligraphy have focused their attention on the words in the poems, and they are not hesitant to praise them.

"Shhh This is awesome! Look at the word peach and plum, it is simple and beautiful! It's so beautiful! ”

"I feel that the pen is very wonderful, just look at the words "green" and "he", the sense of strength is extremely strong, shocking! ”

"Which junior is this? How come I've never seen one? The stippling shape of this pen doesn't seem to have been circulated in the circle so far, could it be that it is a family of its own? ”

The font of the book is extremely exquisite, and each word list is put forward, or it gives people a sense of being whole and dangerous, or it gives people a sense of subtlety and strength, which makes people look fascinated unconsciously.

In the crowd, Yang Chuntao's face changed drastically!

Wang Hao's handwriting is not a common line script or regular script, but seems to be the product of a combination between the two, or it can be called "line script".

For Yang Chuntao, what shocked him the most was the way of closing the pen between the words, using Lu Feng to indulge his spirit, giving people a vivid and natural feeling.

And the most important thing is the penmanship in the line!

One of them is the center, revealing a mellow and quiet beauty between the lines.

The second is the side striker, which shows a unique trend of taking beauty in the meaning of the sentence, which is angular and unforgettable!

Moreover, the pen of this whole poem is even more distinct, the brushstrokes are thinner, and the edges are pressed down to make the strokes thicker, giving people a deep sense of shock.

In addition, the free transition of the text makes the whole poem chic and elegant, and the bones are delicate, which will inevitably surprise the viewer!

There was a constant sound of gasping in the crowd, who didn't expect that an unknown junior was just a good hand!

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes swept over the faces of everyone present one by one.

Looking at the shocked faces, he couldn't help but want to laugh, this group of people originally looked disdainful of him, but this will change their faces.

Especially Yang Chuntao, who originally had a proud face, has now become a big "bitter melon".

It was the character of the sage Wang Xizhi, even if Wang Hao was worried that it would be too shocking, so he only used one or two points of skill.

But even if it's just one or two points, for Yang Chuntao, it's a dimensionality reduction blow!

These two characters are not at the same level at all, and they can't even be compared, it's just a gap between heaven and earth!

"Granddaughter, are you sure this kid is really like you said, just a variety show star in the entertainment industry?"

Old Man Guo didn't take it seriously, but after reading Wang Hao's words, he suddenly wondered if his stupid granddaughter had been deceived.

Mr. Guo usually likes to copy some calligraphy, so he also has a deep understanding of words.

With this handful of writing skills, there is one in the literary circle now, who dares to say that he can be compared?

Yang Chuntao?

What is he?

Don't say it's him, even those old immortals from the Huaxia Academy of Literature have to bow down!

There was a lot of discussion around, and everyone was frightened by Wang Hao's calligraphy skills.

If he is nearly 100 years old, then everyone can barely accept it, but a hairy boy in his early twenties actually wrote such a good hand, which is a little unacceptable.

There were many old people in the crowd who claimed to be "calligraphy masters" and couldn't help blushing a little, Wang Hao's hand not only slapped Yang Chuntao's face, but also made them a little embarrassed.

They are all old people who are about to enter the ground with half of their bodies, and they have written words for most of their lives, but they are not as good as a young man?

Where is this Nima reasonable?

However, just when everyone was shocked by Wang Hao's calligraphy skills, the old man Guo standing at the square table came back to his senses and noticed the poem on the rice paper.

"Let the public peach and plum fill the world? As a student with peach and plum, this is praising Zuo Lao's great achievements in teaching and educating people! ”

With this reminder from Old Man Guo, everyone suddenly fixed their eyes on the content of the poem.

"Lvyetang opened and occupied Wuhua, and passers-by pointed out to Ling Gong's house."

"Let the peach and plum all over the world, why plant more flowers in front of the hall."

"Shhh

！ ”

With the recitation over and over again, gradually, the hall once again sounded a gasping sound,

Everyone looked at this poem dumbfounded, and a deep envy gradually appeared on their faces, and they couldn't wait to take this poem for themselves immediately.

Have students all over the world!

Just these five words have already told Zuo Min'an's great achievements in teaching and educating people at the Huaxia Drama Academy in the past ten years.

Guo Xiaoxue couldn't help clapping her hands and applauding, and praised in her mouth: "It's so well written!" ”

With this voice, a noisy discussion suddenly sounded in the hall, and everyone's eyes looking at Zuo Min'an couldn't help but change.

"This poem will inevitably become a good story that has been passed down through the ages, Zuo Lao is so blessed!"

"Why have I never seen this poem? Never heard of it either? It shouldn't be! It is impossible for such a good masterpiece to be unknown. ”

"It seems that the old man is also lonely and unheard, and I have never heard of this psalm,"

As he spoke, everyone fixed their eyes on Wang Hao, waiting for him to answer.

At this time, Fang Chao suddenly walked out as a wingman and said curiously: "This poem ...... It can't be your own original work, right? ”

"What!

！ ”

There was a burst of exclamation.

Everyone was a little dumbfounded for a while, such a top-notch poem turned out to be the creation of this young junior?

How is this possible!

Although Wang Hao did not answer directly, the calm expression on his face obviously gave a definite answer.

"This is the work of the poet king Bai Juyi, hey, I can't scare you to death!" He muttered in his heart.

On the other side, with the praise of everyone, Yang Chuntao's face has become more and more difficult to look at, and his face is flushed, as if he is unwilling.

Seeing this, Wang Hao immediately raised his eyebrows.

Defy?

Then write until you serve!

He said slowly: "The ink has dried, put it away, change the rice paper." ”

"Okay,"

There was a sound of harmony from the crowd, and I saw Fang Chao quickly approaching, quickly rolling up the poems on the table.

Guo Lei, who was watching from the sidelines, was even more dazzling, and hurriedly took the rice paper handed by the clerk and spread it on the long table in three or two clicks.

The next second, the ink fell on the rice paper again.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock."

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing from east to west, north and south."

Putting away the pen and putting it into the ink plate, Wang Hao looked up at Zhou Liangyin and the others, with a smile on his face, as if there was a surging mockery.

Seeing this, the faces of many insiders in the crowd suddenly became very exciting.

Zhou Liangyin's face suddenly turned green, and he raised his right hand to point at Wang Hao, and the anger in his eyes almost erupted.

But at this time, Zuo Min'an suddenly stepped forward and isolated the two people facing each other.

"Old Zhou, why is this? Didn't the juniors just write a poem? Why are you so angry? ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Liangyin immediately reacted and hurriedly withdrew his hand and stood proudly.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly and didn't reply, and the people around him also read two meanings from the poem.

One is Zuo Min'an's tenacious "virtue", even if Zhou Liangyin and others make it difficult in every way, he still insists on his beliefs and is unwilling to relax.

The second is to imply that Zhou Liangyin and others are despicable and shameless, and in order to achieve their own goals, they will do whatever it takes to make trouble at this apprenticeship banquet!

One poem, two meanings.

Although everyone couldn't say it clearly, they secretly gave Wang Hao a thumbs up.

This junior has a bright future!

After the ink dried, Fang Chao, who was already eager to try, rushed up again and put away the poem under the eyes of the onlookers.

Although many people want to denounce it, Wang Hao's two poems are obviously written to Zuo Min'ande, and they can't pull off this face.

Guo Lei spread the rice paper again, and smiled and signaled that Wang Hao could continue.

But Wang Hao didn't start writing, but looked sideways at Yang Chuntao, who was hiding behind Zhou Liangyin, and a little ridicule gradually appeared on his face.

Although this kid is not low, it can be seen from the poem he wrote that he is definitely not a good person.

But how can a good student with excellent character and learning use such a strongly insulting poem to ridicule the elders in the circle?

It can be seen that there is no good character in Zhou Liangyin's group!

Then he doesn't need to be polite.

"How? Convincing or not? Don't accept it and come up again? Wang Hao dipped the brush in ink and handed it in the direction where Yang Chuntao was standing.

For a moment, the hall was silent.

Feeling the playful gazes of the people around him, Yang Chuntao only felt that his face was hot and painful.

Wang Hao's two poems are like two slaps, which were slapped his face, and the slap was called a "pop".

In the face of provocation, Yang Chuntao wanted to rush out desperately and perform a wave of taekwondo that he had practiced hard for several years against Wang Hao.

But he is surrounded by elders in the music and literary circles, and if he really does this, the road of literature will be completely broken.

But even so, he was still unwilling to admit defeat, "Hmph, don't be complacent, aren't they just two poems?" Whether or not your work is still undecided, maybe it was plagiarized from someone else, what's the big deal? ”

Yang Chuntao deliberately avoided the flaws in his calligraphy and attacked Wang Hao's poems.

Anyway, no one proves that this poem was written by him, isn't it just nonsense? He knew it all too well.

However, after hearing this, Wang Hao was immediately happy!

There is really no lower limit to this guy's shamelessness, and I don't know how he was admitted to Huaxia Academy of Literature? Didn't you go through the back door?

Of course, these are all afterthoughts, and the most important thing now is to let Yang Chuntao completely obey first!

"System, customize some scaring poems for me, the more ruthless the better!"

As soon as the voice fell, the system seemed to have been prepared, and there was a new prompt immediately.

"Ding: Deduct 1 million popularity points and exchange it for 100 intimidating poems!"

……

"Molai!"

"I'll study, I'll research!"

Guo Lei looked excited, and rushed over in three steps and two steps, with a look on his face that was not a big deal to see the excitement.

It's been a long time since he's been so lively in this "Qinglu Xiaoxuan", these crepe guys are so good at playing, can they actually think of writing poems to scold people?

Interesting! It's so much fun!

As the thick black ink emerged from the ink tray, Wang Hao smiled mockingly, picked up the pen and wrote.

"The words of the snake come from the mouth."

"Clever words are like yellow, and the face is thick."

A poem was written, but Wang Hao did not stop.

"Change the rice paper."

He snorted softly, and Fang Chao immediately cooperated with Guo Lei, one collecting paper and the other laying paper.

As soon as Zhenshi put it down, Wang Hao pulled the pen out of the ink tray.

"A rat has a body, but a human being is rude."

"People are rude, and they don't die without reluctance."

After writing another new poem, there was no need for Wang Hao's special instructions, Fang Chao and Guo Lei looked at each other and smiled, and the two of them completed the paper collection and paper laying with ease.

Wang Hao put pen to paper again,

"Rotten wood shall not wither, and the wall of dung shall not be enclosed,"

"Yuer and Hexu?"

…

"Hundreds of tempers, thousands of hammers, a needle, upside down."

"The eyes are on the buttocks, and they only recognize the clothes but not the people!"

…

Maybe it was written too smoothly, Wang Hao couldn't stop for a while.

More than a dozen "masterpieces" were published, and just drying them took up almost an entire hall of tables and chairs.

Until the end, if it weren't for the complete lack of ink in the ink tray, I'm afraid he would still have the idea of continuing to write!

At the same time, Yang Chuntao, who was at the back of the crowd, had a pale face, and when this first "masterpiece" was born, he knew that he was completely finished.

There were a large number of people at the scene, and after today's banquet, these poems will surely spread far and wide.

And at that time, he Yang Chuntao will definitely become a laughing stock in the circle!

Thinking of this, Yang Chuntao's eyes couldn't help but darken, if it weren't for Zhao Qin beside him, I'm afraid he would have been paralyzed on the ground.

】

But at this moment, Wang Hao suddenly made up for it.

"I decided, after the banquet, I will compile these poems into a poetry collection, the name is "Rotten Wood Collection, for my brother Yang Chuntao", what do you think?"

"Nope!

！ ”

A miserable scream suddenly sounded, and everyone turned their heads curiously, only to see that Yang Chuntao could no longer hold on, the whole person rolled his eyes, and fainted directly in Zhao Qin's arms.