When Zhang Gongzi heard someone scolding Ye Xingyuan, he immediately felt open-minded, and said with a smile: "Who is my Tao so loud? It turns out to be Brother Fang! Brother Fang has been immersed in the Tao for 20 years, and his pen is like a god, and he can be divided into three points.

Zhang Gongzi touted it a lot, just wanting to use this to hit Ye Xingyuan's momentum, but the scholar surnamed Fang didn't appreciate it, and shouted: "The laity retreat! You, the son of an official eunuch, can only be vassally elegant, and what kind of calligraphy do you know? Compared to this kind of slippery person, it is more annoying, please go far!"

Ye Xingyuan didn't know this person originally, but when he heard that his surname was Fang, and when he heard the tone of his voice, he suddenly remembered. Tang Shiyan mentioned to him that in the literary and artistic circle of Fucheng, everyone recognized the next generation of leaders is Fang Shuhan, who is known as the "bookmaniac" in the north of the city.

This Fang Shuhan was born in a family of gentlemen, his father and ancestors were famous, his family was well-off, and he was a large landowner in the north of the city. He focused on the art of calligraphy, and at the age of four or five, he often used to write by the river, drawing sand on the ground with tree branches. He was also praised by the court officials who passed by, and wanted to reward him with silver taels, but he refused to accept it, refusing: "I don't want to exchange the spirit of words for a block." ”

For a while, he was rumored to be a prodigy, and when he was older, he didn't care much about fame, and he just read the calligraphy at home on weekdays, and entertained himself by writing, and didn't worry about other things.

Tang Shiyan and Ye Xingyuan said that this person's talent is higher than spiritual power, and he has no intention of understanding the heavenly opportunity, and his temper is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard, and he is not sociable, and the road to the imperial examination is estimated to be hopeless, and he will inevitably only be a local talent and celebrity in the future.

In fact, Fang Shuhan often went into the city to exchange cups with the four talents, but he never appeared during this time, and he had a distant relationship with Ye Xing, but he didn't expect to meet here, and his tone was so bad.

Ye Xingyuan knew that some talented people were full of personality and had such a rude attitude towards anyone, and he couldn't get angry at Tang Shiyan's face, so he took Ouyang Ziyu and Lu Wei to the other side.

Calligraphy is the way of tranquility, and there is no point in arguing about the outcome of the competition. Besides, he doesn't think that his calligraphy is necessarily better than others, and it is indeed too arrogant to boast of being the first.

The question of this calligraphy exam is simple, but it is just to write a piece of the same remnant monument, which will be evaluated by celebrities and scholars, and finally determined the quality.

Sure enough, it is a return to the convention, the flexible space is relatively large, and the number of scholars needed to be put into the last level can be completely controlled by the organizer.

It's just that the text to be written on the remnant of the stele is a little strange, and the beginning is, "Therefore, knowing that it is not the same word is by no means lucky." And the long-standing principle of things is in the midst of change. It is what we see at present, after twenty years and three years, and it can be reformed for twenty thousand years and thirty thousand years. Extrapolating the future from the past, it is just a matter of changing the party, and the unknown is just the extreme."

This text has never been found in the sage's scriptures, and the truth is even more contrary to what the sage said, Ye Xingyuan has not finished reading it, and he has already heard the exclamations of the people around him.

Fang Shuhan frowned, staring at the words on the tablet. Others are guessing the gist of this article, but in his eyes there is only the structure of the calligraphy, this paragraph of text is not only strange in writing and reasoning, the handwriting is also strange, written sparsely and sparsely, at first glance it looks dull and boring, but every word is like a knife and axe, as if it is a struggle to survive, and suddenly the font becomes a little extraordinary.

He stretched out his fingers to imitate the beauty of this text, but he felt that the fingering was a little sluggish, and he never had that sense of strength.

Just as he was wondering, Fang Shuhan suddenly caught a glimpse not far from the side, Ye Xingyuan had already raised his hand, his fingers were painted like dragons and snakes, and he couldn't help but be taken aback. The slippery boy who had just been reprimanded by him could be one step ahead of him and comprehend the true meaning of this strange calligraphy?

Ye Xingyuan really didn't think much about it, this text was indeed deviant, but it was nothing compared to the various radical ideas he had been exposed to in his previous life. And although this method is special, it is far from being as good as the momentum of the "Cosmic Edge" that slashes the heavens and the earth with a sword to the west.

In the eyes of others, this is shocking, but in his eyes, it is just an ordinary thing, and there is no psychological shock. Therefore, to achieve the realm of lifting weights as lightly, you can sway freely, and you can also have the mood to be in the process of being in the air, and change the problem of too far-fetched and blunt turns in this handwriting.

Zhang Gongzi stared at the exam questions for a long time, and finally gave up on his own fate and summoned again, rich and powerful people are so willful!

This time his companion is a young master, the pen is vigorous, good at a hand of the cabinet body block letters, although not known for the personality style, but the decent font is definitely the best choice during the game. He walked over and looked at the inscription carefully, and his heart was also shocked.

The young master pondered for a while, and then turned his head to Zhang Gongzi and said: "This monument seems to be easy and difficult, Xiao Ke can only do his best, the important thing is a control, there must be many people present who can't finish writing." ”

The way of calligraphy is to pull the qi machine, and pour your heart and soul into it, not just shaking your wrist to write. This inscription text aggression is like fire, if you don't follow its penmanship, want to finish the inscription, the middle will inevitably change, resulting in a thousand pounds of pen. If you don't have a lot of concentration, it's hard to do it.

This young master knows that the inscription penmanship is profound, and his own talent is not enough to interpret the simulation on the spot, let alone change and integrate, so he can only use the pavilion body that he is good at to shackle the unyielding meaning of this text, forming a hidden thunder in the abyss, or it can be completed. But you have to pay full attention, otherwise even the slightest deviation will be a mess.

He could see the mystery in the inscription, and Ye Xingyuan and Fang Shuhan could see it even more. After Ye Xingyuan copied seven or eight words in the void, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes in contemplation. Fang Shuhan stood in place, motionless, with ecstasy flashing in his eyes.

After a long time, Ye Xingyuan chuckled a few times, asked Lu Wei to take the pen and paper, and calmly prepared to start. At the same time, Fang Shuhan also applauded and sang, and took out a heavy iron pen from his sleeve. The young master summoned by Zhang Gongzi had already been polished, and he first copied a few passages of the sage's proverbs to restrain his mind, and then he was ready to officially start writing.

The three of them started almost at the same time, Ye Xingyuan held the pen in his hand, a stroke was like a knife and axe, the pen shaft shook like a gun, and when the tip of the paper fell, the bilge vibrated with it, like ripples.

"Although, the fortune of heaven changes, and there are those who do not change. What is the same as not changing? With the natural performance as the body, and its use has two things: natural competition, natural selection. ”

Fang Shuhan was not to be outdone, his body was as straight as a bell, his elbows were at shoulder level, his fingers were like hooks and firmly held the iron pen, and he sneered between the waves, writing a rare stone drum text, which further showed the unruly meaning in this text.

After careful consideration, although Fang Shuhan could not fully understand the mystery of this inscription, he also grasped the essence and integrated its subtlety into it with his own calligraphy, expressing it in a more intense way.

"This is true of all things, and especially of living things. Competitors also survive in contention. Fight with one thing to fight with things, survive or die, and its effect is due to the great choice. The chosen one is the only one who fights for things. Then its existence must have its own existence, and it must be divided into heaven, and it will be able to do its own thing, and it will have its own conspiratorial medicine with the time and place where it is valued, and all the material resources outside the body. ”

Compared with the two who slashed and slashed and moved very much, the young master summoned by Zhang Gongzi was much calmer. A layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, holding a thin tube of wolf hair, and the words of the pen were like lotus, accurately arranged on the red paper in front of him, connected into a line, as if he was writing with a ruler, without the slightest deviation!

"The husband is then spared from death, and is enough to stand on his own. And from its point of view, if the thing is specially selected by heaven to survive, the husband is called natural selection. The chosen one chooses nature, although the choice is not the choice, there is no competition for things, and the world is the most contentious!"

All three men began writing at about the same time, each with a different style, but all of them are exquisite. The scholar next to him couldn't take care of his own writing for a while, and watched with wide eyes, wanting to take this rare calligraphy scene into his eyes!

After Ye Xingyuan finished writing the last hook, he only felt refreshed, his spiritual power was constantly turning, and there was a warmth rising in his chest, as if a fire was burning.

With experience, Ye Xingyuan knew that this was the spiritual power that had been attracted by the pen power, and the spiritual power was the medium that connected the heavens.

The crisp sound of iron and stone falling to the ground suddenly sounded next to him, and after Fang Shuhan finished writing, he felt that his bones were soft and his fingers were sore, and he couldn't hold the iron pen. He could only let the barrel of the pen fall to the ground, but his eyes were only fixed on the golden glow of the scroll, obviously satisfied.

After the young master finished writing, he only felt a boredom in his chest, turned around sharply and opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground like gold paper. Zhang Gongzi hurriedly held him up, but his eyes still stayed on the handwriting he left.

The three texts were completed by the three of them first, neatly arranged in front of the inscriptions.

The young master's one-handed pavilion body is pleasing to the eye, and the deep spirit in the original inscription seems to be tightly bound by a silk thread that winds around the fingers, and it actually presents a wonderful beauty.

Fang Shuhan's writing is all ancient style, just like a spear and a sword, majestic, compared with his usual calligraphy, there is less gentle and elegant grace, but there is a lot more soldier's spirit, killing majesty.

Ye Xingyuan's words are the most different, his pen is like slashing, but the structure is extremely strict. Like slash-and-burn farming, this paper roll is not like a piece of paper, but more like a barren mountain, after his hundreds of words fell, it turned into a fertile field!

Someone applauded, "These three people should be the strongest calligraphers among the younger generation of my Hanjiang Mansion, there is no doubt about it!"

As soon as these three pieces of calligraphy came out, the rest of the people couldn't catch up even if they were patting horses, but among these three people, who was higher and who was lower, and who should be rated first? At this time, all the participants could not care about their own calligraphy, and only thought about this question in their hearts.

Only then did Fang Shuhan take his eyes off his words, and first moved to the young master's scroll, although he nodded slightly, there was still a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he turned his head to look at Ye Xingyuan's words, and in the moment he saw it, he suddenly stiffened, and sweat leaked out like a flood. As if in the blink of an eye, the heat on his head was steaming, and the black hair of the square scarf was all wet!