Hearing the third sentence, she gradually opened her mouth wide, and her eyes were full of astonishment.

"Come and fish on the Bixi, and suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun."

"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is divergent, and now I am safe."

"There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea."

When the last few sentences were finished, Wu Meng's feet went soft and he sat down on the futon.

What kind of fairy verse is this???

There was silence for about thirty seconds.

Finally, a series of inhalations sounded.

"What a surging rhetoric!"

"Seconds! It's simply invincible! ”

"I can't accept it, she is a mixed entertainment person, not only is she a good match, but she is also so good at writing poetry!"

The whole exchange meeting was in an uproar at this moment.

Everyone turned their heads to express their inner shock.

It's unbelievable.

Everyone is a cultural person, and when this poem was read out by Qin Lan, the answer was already revealed.

Although Wu Meng's poem is powerful, it is nothing compared to Qin Lan's poem.

Now, there is only one question on everyone's mind.

Is she still human?

What else wouldn't she have?

The reaction of the bigwigs in the Lanting was not much.

It's just that there is an indescribable resentment in their eyes.

Silence!

Speechless!

"I don't have the face to say that I have studied ancient poetry for decades."

"I don't have the face to say that I'm proficient in poetry."

"After living for decades, I was hit by a hairy little girl"

The crowd shook their heads and sighed.

And Wu Mingguang, the president of the Poetry Association, was even more bitter, his daughter's couplets were hanged, and his poems were also beaten.

And play a fart!

Who invited this little girl!

He looked left and right, and finally fell on the president of the Opera Association, Zhou Wenliang, on the side.

He remembered clearly that when the exchange meeting began, it was Zhou Wenliang who said that Qin Lan would come today.

"Look at what I'm doing, I told you a long time ago, Qin Lan is a very talented little girl." Zhou Wenliang had an irrepressible smile on his face.

The song "Silk Drama" and then the later "Red Ling", the Opera Association has long paid attention to Qin Lan.

She was very curious about this little girl, so she invited Qin Lan to participate in the cultural exchange meeting.

However, his original intention was to let Qin Lan come to have a long insight, but he didn't expect it to become Qin Lan's home field.

This kid is a surprise every time.

"I said Lao Wu, don't be so angry, although your daughter lost, but we met a genius girl, let really talented young people be noticed, isn't this the purpose of communication?" Shen Yanfeng, president of the Calligraphy Association, patted him on the shoulder and comforted.

"You said lightly, if it was your son who lost, with your temper, you would have scolded your mother a long time ago." Wu Mingguang said sullenly.

"Lao Wu, don't talk nonsense, I'm not that kind of person." Shen Yanfeng is upright.

"Hmph, wait, it's calligraphy soon, if Qin Lan is proficient in calligraphy, I want to take a good look at your face." Wu Mingguang sneered, and infinite hope rose in his heart.

How much he hoped that Qin Lan also had a very high attainment in calligraphy.

In this way, his daughter will not be hanged and beaten alone.

At least you can pull Shen Xia down.

"Hehe, if she really wins Shen Xia, I will also congratulate her with a smile." Shen Yanfeng waved his hand indifferently.

After a brief period of chaos, it is now gradually calming down.

Sun Jiaojiao and Shi Lei also looked at Qin Lan with admiration in their eyes, and they couldn't be happy in their hearts.

The live broadcast room is directly full of screens.

Next, the game of Qu Shui Liuzhen also became a little boring.

After the absolute, the couplet was boring, and Qin Lan's surging poem also made everyone present dare not go up to offer ugliness.

After a few people stopped drinking glasses and gave up, the event felt that the event had almost come to an end.

Fortunately, it was directly announced that this exchange meeting has entered the last process.

That is the level of communication of calligraphy.

However, it is not a simple exchange of calligraphy, but a way to write about the exchange meeting in the way of ancient history.

The people who participated in the exchange meeting are all well-known people in the cultural circle, and their poems are also very level, which is worth learning and exchanging, so the poems that will appear in the exchange will be hung up on the cultural online exhibition, so the calligraphy competition is to choose the best preface for these poems.

In the past, the preamble of the elected person will be polished by the Poetry Association, and then posted on the cultural network after reaching the best, but the signature is still the name of the elected person, which is equivalent to marking a strong stroke on the resume of the elected person, which is a very high honor in the industry.

"Next, it's up to me." Shen Xia took a deep breath.

In this exchange meeting, Qin Lan was in the limelight.

However, in calligraphy, it should also be his turn to Shen Xia.

"When it comes to calligraphy, I'm afraid that those present can't compare with Shen Xia."

"Let's just go through the motions, and the final election is likely to be Shen Xia."

"Others have practiced calligraphy since childhood, and have been carefully cultivated by several calligraphy masters, and they have long lost their opponents in the younger generation."

When the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were distributed, the focus of everyone present changed from Qin Lan to Shen Xia.

This young man in his twenties, with his wonderful calligraphy, has become one of the four talents of Planet One.

One of his characters can be sold for millions of dollars.

It really does a word of gold.

In the Lan Pavilion, Shen Yanfeng, president of the Calligraphy Association, couldn't close his mouth.

Shen Xia's calligraphy was cultivated by him since he was a child, and it has always been his pride.

"Hmph," Wu Mingguang on the side snorted coldly when he saw this.

Although, he hoped that Qin Lan would continue to amaze the audience with calligraphy and slap Shen Yanfeng in the face.

But he also knew in his heart that this was impossible.

However, his gaze was still looking in Qin Lan's direction.

Over there, Shi Lei was already grinding, and Qin Lan still had that faint smile on her face.

"Xiaolan, do you really know calligraphy?" Sun Jiaojiao stood aside and asked curiously.

"I understand a little." Qin Lan smiled.

Shi Lei's ink is almost grinded.

She picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.

The full text of "The Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" appeared in my mind.

Through her masterful calligraphy skills, she is able to copy 80% of the text.

Still, it's enough.

This is known as the preface to the Lanting Collection of the world's first book.

Not to mention these younger generations, even those of the older generation of cultural people in the Lanting Pavilion may not have 80% of the calligraphy attainments of the calligrapher.

However, in the preface of the Lanting Collection, except for the poems of Qu Shui Liuyu, the others are completely different from today.

The time, place, and people are all different.

Therefore, Qin Lan wanted to modify the Lanting set order slightly.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the age is ugly, at the beginning of twilight spring."

Writing poetry is not the same as writing songs.

In the eyes of poets, artistic conception is greater than logic.

(End of chapter)