"Meng Shaoxia, I have heard that you are not only strong in martial arts, but also very good in poetry. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 InfoWhy don't you go up and make a song now?"

This sentence is said very well, and even Chen Chengyun himself can't help but admire. He made up his mind, if Meng Bai's poem was not good, then he would go up and make a good one. slapped Meng Bai in the face hard.

But if Meng Bai's poems are better than his, then he won't go up. Let's just say that I didn't prepare for today.

Otherwise, with his character, how could he praise Meng Bai.

Other people also looked at Meng Bai like this, especially those who hoped that Meng Bai would make a fool of himself. They all hope that Meng Bai will go up to compose poems now, and they all hold Meng Bai to do things well. If you do a bad job, you will take out your own masterpiece to belittle Meng Bai.

"That's right, Meng Shaoxia. I like your poems the most, and now that you're here. Then you must be the next one to write poetry. No one can compete with Meng Shaoxia, otherwise I will be in a hurry. ”

"Now that Meng Shaoxia is here. Then we must let Meng Shaoxia come first. Poems like Meng Shaoxia, I have only seen them in my life. ”

......

The onlookers who didn't know why began to wonder if the sentence of literati was right. It's like the "unusual" harmony of this group. These few words of praise make people have nothing to say.

There are such voices everywhere, if Jing Hezheng is right, he will definitely not be able to withstand this vain praise. Meng Bai suddenly realized something, and looked up at the high platform in the middle.

Sure enough, it was still the smoldering red sword weapon that was on the extremely smoldering man on the high platform. And the man in white, with a brush in his hand, swayed on the paper......

It's just that this word, Meng Bai thinks, is very postmodern primary school student style. Not to mention, Meng Bai could still see that Jing He was trying to write cursive. It's just that this cursive writing is also ...... It's too grassy.

Even with Meng Bai's analytical ability, he couldn't see the slightest shadow of a word. And the one next to him, Meng Bai could tell at a glance that this person was excited to write. Maybe I regretted it after I came up, and I couldn't write a word with trembling hands. And he turned his head to look at Jing Hezheng.

Immediately, the whole person was different, and he began to use his pen and ink. Maybe I think that if everyone around me is at this level, then I estimate that it is good to win the championship.

Alas...... Jing Hezheng is a sword man.

After Meng Bai sighed, he turned his head again and looked at the dozen or so sluts beside him.

I thought to myself, since you're going to let me come first...... Then don't blame me for not giving you the opportunity to write poetry.

Thinking about it, Meng Bai pulled his legs and walked to the high platform.

"Oh, Meng Shaoxia has profound martial arts, and he must also have a very profound attainment in calligraphy. ”

"What's more, Meng Shaoxia's ink treasure can't even compare to many masters. ”

As soon as he came to power, Meng Bai listened to these "literati" below him, obviously if his calligraphy was not good, he would definitely be ridiculed fiercely.

Hehe, since that's the case. Then don't blame me.

Originally, Meng Bai still planned to write a book that imitated Wang Xizhi's practice in his previous life, after all, he was a liar. For calligraphy and painting, it is natural to have the ability to appreciate and analyze. And if he doesn't have a good handwriting, then he doesn't fit his "high society" identity.

Anyway, Meng Bai vaguely remembered that when Meng Laogou sawed wood, he sawed it according to the violin technique. It's just that the strength of the hand will be much greater.

So Meng Bai's Xingshu is the best he wrote between regular script and cursive script, but this time, he didn't plan to write Xingshu.

He has also imitated the author of the world's first cursive "Self-Narrative Post" many times, Huaisu's words. Although it can't be said to be exactly the same as Huaisu, it has at least seven points of skill, although it lacks some charm.

But for these young people who are still fledgling, there is simply no comparison.

So Meng Bai walked to a corner of the high platform, picked up a brush, and swayed it. There is no way, the middle position has long been occupied. Even Jing Hezheng went to join in the fun.

But although Meng Bai's location is inconspicuous, he has gathered the attention of many people. Even Ye Chengji put down the tea in his cup and watched intently.

And more people, following the general trend, also looked in Meng Bai's direction.

At this moment, Meng Bai seemed to be the center of the entire poetry club. Immediately after that, he began to write......

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels all the way to the dark.

It's just that the cursive writing he wrote made the eyes of many people present widen.

Because of their age, although martial arts cultivation may rely on talent, they have surpassed many people. But when it comes to calligraphy, it's not as simple as talent.

Many of the people present may not even be able to write regular script well, at most they will write a few regular script and write it without practicing it.

No one has ever seen this, and some people have even laughed out loud. thinks that what Meng Bai wrote and what Jing He wrote is no different.

He hesitated and went up early, and when he put pen to paper, he saw that Meng Bai had just started writing. I can't help but wonder a little, when did this kid come over?

Then he looked at the poems written by Meng Bai, he didn't expect Meng Bai to write cursive. In the whole poetry meeting, there are only two people writing cursive. One is him, and the other is Meng Bai.

I didn't expect Meng Bai to have such a high level of skill, and it seemed that he was about to catch up with him.

Merely...... What is this written in?

"Haha, I'm going to die laughing. That Meng Bai is really the same as the sword man Jing, writing cursive script?

"That's right, at first glance, you can see that you only know how to show off, and there is no depth at all. After being praised twice, he was fluttering, and when he came down immediately, he saw how he died. ”

"But...... How do I feel that what Meng Bai wrote seems to be very different from what Jing He is writing?"

"What? Is there a difference?"

Many people once again turned their attention to the sentences written by Meng Bai, as if they were a little beautiful. And Ye Chengji was already dumbfounded, he didn't expect Meng Bai to be so young and have such calligraphy skills. In all fairness, he never seemed to have seen such beautiful cursive handwriting, even the few real calligraphy masters he had seen. It seems that it can only be barely compared with Meng Bai.

"Master's work! Master's work! This is a real master's work!" Suddenly, a Confucian student in the audience shouted loudly, which shocked everyone's hearts. Guru...... The work?

It doesn't seem to be much different from what the swordsman wrote, so how could it be?

But the people who knew the Confucian scholar all restrained their expressions. Because they found that it was one of the best people of the younger generation of Confucian calligraphy. The person who is now seventh on the crescent list...... Golden Pen Scholar.

If he gave Meng Bai's calligraphy such a judgment, then he would not be wrong. Everyone became more interested in what Meng Bai had written. (To be continued.) )