"This is really the calligraphy written by Yan Jun? How is this possible? How can his calligraphy be so highly accomplished?"
"These simple words have almost fully demonstrated the dignity and majesty of Yan Zhenqing's font."
"It's incredible, how could such a person write such powerful calligraphy?"
"This is too bad, this guy is so good at calligraphy, who of us is not enough to challenge him, so he will give it for nothing!"
"Could it be that our Jiangcheng Calligraphy Association just admit defeat? Then we are too ashamed."
Looking at the calligraphy works hung on the wall by Yan Jun, many members of the Calligraphy Association were full of admiration, but more people were indeed sad. They didn't want to be looked down upon by others, let alone People call it garbage.
But what to do?
There is no way to cheat on things like calligraphy.
High strength means high strength.
At the same time, Lin Cheng and Meng Yun, who were sitting in the gazebo, were also admiring Yan Jun's calligraphy.
Meng Yun was a little surprised and said: "Although I don't know calligraphy very well, the calligraphy written by Yan Jun looks really good."
Lin Cheng heard the words, and immediately echoed: "Since you said it's not bad, then it's not bad."
Hearing this, Meng Yun couldn't help giving Lin Cheng a blank look, and then asked, "Don't talk about those useless things, tell me quickly, how is this Yan Jun's calligraphy?"
Lin Cheng said lightly: "How should I put it, Yan Jun's calligraphy can only be regarded as quite satisfactory. There are neither outstanding points nor many shortcomings. Although this calligraphy, from the overall effect, seems to be majestic, but if you If you observe carefully, you will find that these are actually illusions. There is no connection between characters at all, and they are completely separated. The most terrible thing is that there is no soul in this calligraphy. For a For calligraphers, calligraphy works without a soul cannot enter the hall of elegance."
Hearing what Lin Cheng said, even involving such mysterious and mysterious things as the soul, Meng Yun looked at Lin Cheng in surprise, and said, "What you said is true or not, why do I sound so mysterious! "
Lin Cheng patted the back of Meng Yun's hand and said with a smile, "Didn't you ask me to evaluate it?"
Meng Yundao: "By the way, who is better at calligraphy, you or Yan Jun?"
Lin Cheng immediately said: "It goes without saying, of course it's me."
"Really?" Meng Yun asked in disbelief.
She just saw Yan Jun's arrogance with her own eyes. Although the other party's arrogance is annoying, Meng Yun also knows that anyone who can be so arrogant must be a person with deep skills besides a fool.
Since Yan Jun dared to go to the Jiangcheng Calligraphy Association alone, it naturally shows that Yan Jun has a profound attainment in calligraphy.
This can be seen from the calligraphy he just hung up.
Now the members of the Jiangcheng Calligraphy Association have been frightened by that calligraphy.
Hearing all kinds of discussions from all around, the smile on Yan Jun's face became brighter and brighter.
He said loudly: "Everyone, are you ready to challenge me?"
After these words were finished, the scene suddenly fell into silence.
Although many people's eyes flashed with eagerness, when they saw the calligraphy hanging on the wall, all the excitement seemed to be drowned out by a basin of cold ice.
In the end, they could only bow their heads silently.
Although their hearts are full of unwillingness, there is really nothing they can do!
"If you say that there is no one in Jiangcheng, Yan Jun, your tone is too loud, right? I'll meet you."
At this moment, a voice came from behind the crowd.
After seeing the person's appearance clearly, everyone immediately showed excited expressions on their faces.
"It's Zhang He."
"Great, Zhang He dared to come."
"If it was Zhang He, maybe he would really win against that Yan Jun."
"What does it mean? If it is Zhang He, he will definitely win! Don't forget, Zhang He is the most famous calligrapher in Jiangcheng these years."
"That's right, we have Zhang He here, so we don't have to worry about getting kicked out."
Amidst the discussion among the crowd, a man holding a folding fan who looked about thirty years old walked up to Yan Jun.
Zhang He said lightly: "Everyone who said that I, Jiangcheng Calligraphy Association??Trash, Yan Jun, your tone is really serious! "
Although Yan Jun has never met Zhang He, he has heard of this person's name and knows that Zhang He is a strong opponent.
However, out of confidence in his own strength, Yan Jun still had that indifferent expression, and said: "Why, you want to challenge me too?"
"Challenge? I'm sorry, you really don't have the right to be challenged by me. If you were your master, you can still consider it. I came here today to do one thing, and that is to let you understand, what It¡¯s called what¡¯s outside of people and what¡¯s outside, and what¡¯s outside of heaven.¡±
After Zhang He finished speaking, he immediately won unanimous applause from everyone in the Jiangcheng Calligraphy Association.
Seeing this scene, Lin Cheng shook his head helplessly.
Seeing Lin Cheng's actions, Meng Yun was a little surprised and said, "Lin Cheng, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Cheng sighed, and said: "Calligraphy has always been a skill used by literati to cultivate their morality and sentiment, from ancient times to the present. But now, calligraphy is actually used as a tool for competition. We know underground, will you jump out out of anger?"
Almost at the same time, the atmosphere between Zhang He and Yan Jun had become tense.
In front of them, there is a table case, on which is a piece of white rice paper, and several other four treasures of the study.
As the host, Fan Yu glanced at the two people, and suddenly said: "Okay, you can start now."
Following Fan Yu's order, Zhang He and Yan Jun immediately picked up the writing brush on the table and began to write calligraphy.
Yan Jun wrote a short poem in cursive script with Yan style. He was holding a brush and waving it quickly on the paper. on rice paper.
As for Zhang He, the speed is also not slow.
What he uses is not italics, but cursive script.
At first glance, he seems to be drunk and scribbling on the paper, but if you observe carefully, you will find that every word he wrote, although it looks messy, but when combined, there is an indescribable beauty.
In about half an hour or so, the two calligraphy works were finished.
After drying the ink, Fan Yu hung it on the wall for everyone to admire. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com