A pillar of sandalwood, curling and burning.

A group of talented players on the field, but their posture was very steady, unhurried, very calm, after a while, they began to start to put pen to paper.

The first unit of the talent competition is a calligraphy competition. Calligraphy is different from poems, poems and articles, or you can prepare in advance, make a good draft, if you can guess the topic on the spot, you can write it out immediately, far better than improvisation. After all, words and sentences are difficult to be flawless in one go, and they often need to be scrutinized and painstaking.

This fee, and time passed.

Calligraphy, on the other hand, cannot be written in advance, but must be written on the spot, which not only examines personal skills, but also pays attention to the state of the scene, which is very subtle.

However, since they are qualified to represent the major state capitals, none of the people who come to compete for the world's first talent is a fuel-efficient lamp. Most of them bear the name of prodigies, and have experienced countless assessments since childhood, and their psychological quality is very strong.

Whew!

There was silence on the field, and the subtle sounds of the pen walking the dragon and snake converged into a trickle.

Ye Junsheng lifted the pen, full of thick ink, but when it came to the end, he hesitated, raised his eyebrows, raised his wrist, and held his wrist, as if he had encountered some difficulty, he couldn't write.

His demeanor was seen by Gu Xuezheng.

The world's first talent competition, the judging team has as many as nine people, all of whom are famous all over the world, and they have deep attainments in various talents. Their selection, or hand-picked by the saints, has unquestionable authority.

Such as Li Yifeng, Huang Yuanqi, etc., are not qualified enough.

At present, in addition to the judging team, the scholars and politicians of various states are also present, sitting on the sidelines, and watching the performance of the talents.

There is no doubt that for the people of the state capital, it is natural to pay more attention.

From the very beginning, Gu Xuezheng's eyes revolved around Ye Junsheng and Guo Nanming.

Guo Nanming's performance went very smoothly, and after the sandalwood was lit, he only pondered for a moment, and then splashed ink and worked on the rice paper. Writing very carefully, his eyes were focused, and when he looked at Ye Junsheng again, he held a brush and stagnated in the air, unable to fall.

Gu Xuezheng had a sudden feeling in his heart: What's going on?

Originally, he was quite confident in Ye Junsheng's calligraphy and ink. When he was in Jizhou, several of his calligraphy works were highly praised. One of them, "Confused Paste", was regarded as a treasure by Li Yifeng, and he refused to show it to others when he was free.

With Li Yifeng's status and such care for the pen and ink of his juniors, it is enough to show that the level has reached a higher level - higher than Li Yifeng himself.

There will be no problem with the level, so why can't you put pen to paper, is it because of an accident in your mentality?

Gu Xuezheng suddenly thought that Ye Junsheng had become famous, but he had never experienced any big scenes. It is not worth mentioning that the boy tries these, and as for the literary meeting, it is even more different...... If there is a problem with the mentality, it will affect the performance.

Gu Xuezheng stroked his beard and frowned: If he misses in the most stable unit link, it can almost be announced that Ye Junsheng is out.

Helpless in the current situation, I can't tolerate the squeaks of others, and I can only be anxious in my heart.

Huh?Junsheng put down his pen...... Yes, if your thoughts are not smooth, you should adjust yourself properly and then slowly figure it out.

Seeing that Ye Junsheng did not force himself to write, Gu Xuezheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom! Boom!

It is rare to see the thunder in the gloomy sky that is incessant and dense.

Ye Junsheng sat on the chair, his eyes fell on the white paper on the desk, but his thoughts had already wandered out of the sky: How could this thunder be heard in his ears, and there was a faint feeling of palpitations? Hit by the thunder, there was a faint sense of escape, but fortunately, the Xuanhuang stubborn stone seal of heaven and earth automatically played a role, and it was firmly guarded above, so that there was no breeding of demonic thoughts.

This has never been done before.

You must know that he is now in a stable realm of the Fa Phase, and he is no longer an ordinary man, and his consciousness and thoughts have been condensed, and he will not think crankily when he is idle.

He suddenly looked up at his sister, and he didn't know if it was because of the shallow cultivation, but the girl was no different.

Ye Junmei opened his big black eyes, glanced at his brother, and blinked, which meant to say: "Brother, you don't write, what do you think I do?"

Ye Junsheng smiled and turned his head to face the blank paper again.

......

The rain was heavy before I knew it. Although it is not a downpour, it is no longer the inextricable threads that began to begin. The raindrops are like hemp, falling in the city of Yangzhou and on the river outside the city.

Suddenly, the wind rose again, and the mighty river was like a giant python that had been provoked and had a temper, and gradually made a roaring sound, and the waves rolled and rolled, and from time to time a wave rolled high, and finally fell heavily on the embankment, making a loud noise, and scattering into a splash in the sky.

At this time, there were still some boats drifting on the river, and when they saw the bad weather, they quickly turned the rudder and rowed to the direction of the wharf.

The bustling and lively wharf is deserted at this time. Many people are either on the boat or under the eaves, watching the rough river, and are surprised:

"This spring season, there won't be a lot of water. ”

"Probably not. ”

"That's not for sure, it depends on the mood of the Dragon King. ”

"God forbid, don't go wild. ”

"Well, if there is really a great flood, the evil will be great. ”

Looking at it, everyone is worried, under the changes of nature, how humble is the power of man. In the event of a large-scale natural disaster, hundreds of people would be displaced.

......

The sandalwood in the incense burner burned little by little, and it didn't take long for it to burn through the middle section, and there was not much left.

At this moment, many of the talented people on the field have already written a pen and ink and are checking themselves to see if there is any problem. If you are not satisfied, if you can't, you can write more than one while you still have time, so as to compare the advantages and disadvantages.

At this time, only Ye Junsheng was the only one who had not started writing.

He sat up straight, staring at the blank piece of paper as if he were looking at a peerless treasure, without blinking.

When Gu Xuezheng saw it, he was secretly anxious: What kind of fame is this Ye Junsheng doing, why don't you start writing? When time passes, you will be embarrassed.

At this time, Ye Junsheng actually closed his eyes at all, like an old monk in a trance, motionless - the sound of the wind, the sound of rain, and the sound of thunder were intertwined, and it was mixed to listen to, but when he heard it deeply, it was like a piece of music.

In it, Ye Junsheng even heard the rushing sound of the river outside the city, which was vast, mighty, and carried a wisp of restlessness...... The sound was like a tide, rolling into the ears, and at this moment, a picture of the posterity suddenly passed in my mind, and one by one, one by one, clearly emerged.

yes, that's how it feels.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Junsheng's mouth, and he stretched out his hand and brushed his pen.

(To be continued)