In the upper part of the cabin, there is a hidden cabin, a small peephole opened, Ding Huakui's eyes were shining, staring at the inscription below in front of Ye Xingyuan and the three people, and sighed in surprise: "Three pieces of calligraphy, each with its own style, I still underestimate the Hanjiang Mansion!"

Yesterday's arithmetic competition, Ding Huakui did not come to watch in person, and missed the opportunity to observe Ye Xingyuan with his own eyes, and he regretted it. ... Today, at the specially designated calligraphy level, she came to peep, thinking that it would be Ye Xingyuan riding the dust again, and she didn't want anyone to compare.

In addition to the practical learning that many scholars do not pay attention to, the level of other projects of the sergeant of Hanjiang Mansion is really not low, and it can be called a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

These three pieces of calligraphy can make people dizzy and fascinated, and they are deeply wonderful. There are these masters in just one prefecture and city, so how many heroes will there be in the prefectures and counties of the Central Plains?

"Before, I was worried that he was an arithmetic talent and would disappear in the crowd at the back level, so I ordered him to test his strong point of calligraphy. But seeing this situation, it seems that he deliberately helped him become famous. In the next level, let him be embarrassed, so as not to let him underestimate us!. ”

Ding Huakui closed the dark grid peephole, but a few words came out of his mouth. This time I still want to let Ye Xingyuan go away, and the next time I want to embarrass Ye Xingyuan, a woman's mind is so willful and fickle.

The old deacon beside him hurriedly nodded yes, but he was also worried about his young lady's idea of changing three times a day. Thanks to their good preparation and ability to deal with different situations, they were able to adjust despite the tight schedule.

"Miss, who won the calligraphy competition this time?" The red-clothed girl was anxious, knowing that Miss had seen the clue, she couldn't help but ask.

Ding Oiran smiled slightly, "You go and see for yourself." ”

It's because I can't see it, that's why I asked you! The red-clothed girl muttered in her heart, but she knew that there must be a reason for what the young lady said this, so she went down to watch it as she said.

When she squeezed into the cabin, she saw that several old gentlemen who had been invited to be examiners had already begun to look at the works of the three of them. The rest of you don't have the heart to write for the time being, anyway, you have enough time today, and you want to see the results first.

An old gentleman looked at it for a long time and sighed: "These three pieces of calligraphy have their own merits, and in terms of skill alone, they can really be said to be indistinguishable." But in my opinion, it is Ye Gongzi's article that has more charm. ”

He is even-handed, but some people have different opinions, "Ye Gongzi's spirit is certainly more sufficient, but Fang Gongzi's article is so profound that it makes me embarrassed, an old man who has written sixty years of words." It can really be said that there is no pen without a background, if I come to vote, I will be elected to this article!"

The comments of these two people were all pertinent, and Ye Xingyuan also nodded secretly, compared with his basic skills alone, he really couldn't compare to a calligraphy madman like Fang Shuhan. After all, for Ye Xingyuan, calligraphy is just a part of life, it can be regarded as a hobby, but for Fang Shuhan, calligraphy is his life, and this gap is irreparable.

No matter who wins the first place, Ye Xingyuan doesn't mind, anyway, for him, as long as he passes, it doesn't matter if he can't get the first place. But the comments of the next two made Ye Xingyuan feel wrong.

One person said, "Although these two people's calligraphy is good, compared with Li Shuban, it is not the right way after all." How can my generation of scholars walk in the right way, and the penmanship they seek is upright, like a fierce beast bound with a rope, and can it be allowed to wreak havoc?"

Another person said, "Li Shuban's word is an orthodox gentleman, a saint, a gentleman is poor, and a villain is poor." This remnant stele is vertical and horizontal, inherently wild, but it is not the right way of calligraphy. The gentleman's unchanging intentions, set up his rules to become a square circle, if the body is not right, change the trend at will, then it is not good!"

The next few people were also touted as Li Shuban, who wrote for Zhang Gongzi, and they were all belittleing Ye Xingyuan and Fang Shuhan openly and secretly.

Ye Xingyuan deliberately looked back, Zhang Gongzi was really triumphant, so he knew it. There is no way to cheat yesterday's arithmetic, right is right, wrong is wrong, but this calligraphy is different, it is subjectively judged, and it can be distinguished by others.

If the mouth grows on someone else's face, if it is beneficial, it will inevitably reverse black and white. What's more, Li Shuban's handwriting is indeed not bad, if everyone praises and unanimously recommends, it is not without a chance to overpower Ye Xingyuan and Fang Shuhan.

Losing to Fang Shuhan, Ye Xingyuan didn't mind, but he was a little unhappy to be pressed on the head by a gunman like Zhang Gongzi. He was about to open his mouth to refute, but he heard Fang Shuhan sneer loudly, and scolded loudly, "A group of old killers with no eyes and no beads! How much money did the Zhang family spend to buy you words that go against your will?

Ye Xingyuan opened his mouth and closed it again, almost forgetting that there was such a big-mouthed cannon beside him, but he saved his saliva and scolded more fiercely than himself.

After thinking about it again, I understand that I am not happy to be pressed down by the gunman Li Shuban, and a stubborn genius like Fang Shuhan, who regards calligraphy as his life, is obviously even more unhappy.

Fang Shuhan opened his mouth and scolded, those old gentlemen who touted indiscriminately were inevitably a little embarrassed, they did accept the Zhang family's silver taels, and they wanted to praise Zhang Gongzi's team. But I didn't expect to offend Fang Shuhan, and I didn't expect Fang Shuhan to have a seizure on the spot without hesitation.

An old gentleman came out of the crowd, "Fang Gongzi, don't be impatient, your calligraphy is naturally good, but you still have to guard against arrogance and rashness, and you can't think that you are the best in the world." Today, Li Shuban is better than you, it is really a public opinion, you can't afford to lose, and lose the face of the reader. ”

Fang Shuhan was willing to follow, and sneered: "Today's calligraphy competition, I lost, but I didn't lose to this obscene little official! My heart is not sincere, I just think about flattering and getting rich, how can I write a righteous text, which has no form and no god! If you don't believe it, you can bring up that little official's text and take a look!"

When the young master Li Shuban, who was sitting next to Zhang Gongzi, heard this, his face turned pale in an instant, his eyes were terrified, and he actually had the intention of forgiveness, but he couldn't even say a word.

The old gentlemen glanced at each other, inexplicable. The person who praised Fang Shuhan at the beginning snorted coldly, turned around and mentioned Li Shuban's text, only to feel that his hand sank, and his wrist shook slightly.

There was a continuous sound of cracking on the scroll, like iron chains and shackles shattering, and the originally neat words on the paper suddenly staggered and staggered, as if they were dancing. The onlookers were startled, thinking they were dazzled, and rubbed their eyes to look again, only to find that the handwriting was still in place and had not changed.

But the spirit of the whole character seems to be poured out in that shake, and now it seems that although the glyph of this character is still extremely beautiful, it is like a dried fruit, shriveled and boring, and there is no sense of fresh sweetness.

Li Shuban sat down in a daze, and Zhang Gongzi was dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on.

"This is above the calligraphy, it is called 'collapse'!" Fang Shuhan was unceremonious, and continued to explain and reveal, "The heart is more than enough but the strength is insufficient, the ambition is big but the talent is sparse, the delusion is long and the breath is short, even if there is a thousand forces in the hand, but it can't bind the spirit of words, or it can deceive the world for a while, how can it be passed on through the ages?"

Li Shuban, you have been practicing calligraphy for more than ten years, and I heard that you can write a hundred strokes and dye ink, but if you can't figure out this truth, it will be difficult to go further in calligraphy!"

Li Shuban was two years older than Fang Shuhan, but Fang Shuhan reprimanded him directly, and he was not polite at all. Li Shuban's face was full of shame, he stood up and walked in front of Fang Shuhan, saluted respectfully, and then turned around and left, really shameless to stay here.

Zhang Gongzi's face was blue and white for a while, he was angry and anxious, but he couldn't hold this companion, let alone have nothing to say.

The old gentlemen who were touting indiscriminately just now couldn't hide in the crowd, and didn't dare to say a word more, for fear that they would also be singled out by Fang Shuhan and sprayed wildly, then this old face would be lost. Especially the old man who scolded Fang Shuhan for "can't afford to lose", like a frosted eggplant, no longer has the domineering momentum just now.

The old gentleman who was still holding Li Shuban's calligraphy raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Sure enough, it is worthy of being a calligrapher in my Hanjiang Mansion, whether it is vision or pen skills, it is already above our old things." In this case, in today's calligraphy competition, you Fang Gongzi is not the first, who else can be the first?"

Others didn't dare to intervene anymore, Fang Shuhan was too good at spraying, and if he couldn't say it well, he would set himself on fire.

However, Fang Shuhan laughed and shook his head, "You are wrong, I have already said just now, today I lost, not to Li Shuban, naturally to Ye Gongzi!"

He pointed to the remaining two words, and said with a straight face: "Old man, please mention our two words again, so that everyone can understand them." ”

The old gentleman didn't know why, he first mentioned Fang Shuhan's words, and shook lightly in the air as usual.

There was a thunder and a sonorous sound on the flat ground, like an explosion in the air, and the golden iron horse in his ears continued to come like a rolling torrent. The person standing close was startled and couldn't help but take a step back, as if to dodge the sharp blade swinging in front of him.

Hundreds of words on this piece of paper actually wrote the momentum of the ancient battlefield of thousands of troops, although it was only a momentary illusion, but it was already terrifying!

The onlookers were stunned for a long time, and then they woke up from this illusion, and they all clapped their hands and cheered. Someone shouted, "Amazing! This calligraphy has reached the point where the intention is from the scene, if it is true and illusory, Fang Gongzi's calligraphy can be called everyone in the world!"

The essence of words can be turned into momentum and affect people's senses, so that there can be this vision. In the past, Fang Shuhan's words had also changed slightly, and everyone had heard of it, but they didn't expect it to come to this point.

When Fang Shuhan heard this praise, he smiled bitterly and said: "Seeing this magical inscription today, my calligraphy was inspired by it, and I actually broke through the bottleneck in one fell swoop to achieve this achievement." I thought it must be the first, but when I was complacent, I didn't want to see him"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to Ye Xingyuan, who had been hiding in the crowd and kept a low profile for a long time, and even bowed to Ye Xingyuan, paying homage to Ye Xingyuan with a big salute.

Ye Xingyuan was startled, and hurriedly moved half a step sideways, no matter his age and identity, Fang Shuhan was above him, how could he accept such a big gift?

Fang Shuhan raised his head and said sincerely, "I don't know how high the sky is high, and I actually made a provocation to Your Excellency. Now that I reflect on it, I really regret it, I should have been guilty of asking for it, what is this mere courtesy?

The sage cloud threesome must have my teacher, Your Excellency's words come out, that is, my teacher, just ask to teach me the true meaning of calligraphy, that is, if I want to kneel and worship the teacher, it is also worth it!"