They had discussed it.
The first round was Zhang Ye's turn.
This fellow, Zhang Ye, finally stopped munching on melon seeds. He dusted off the melon seed skins that had accidentally landed on his legs. He got up and walked up to stand in front of the table. Zhang Ye had not seen many poems in this world. He was basically clueless and did not know a thing. However, there were a lot of poems in his world! Ceng? There were not many poems that started with this, but there were a few that were rather famous. For example, that one: There was once a sincere love placed in front of me, but I did not cherish it...
Alright then.
Just kidding.
Over there, Teacher Wang was basically certain of victory. Master Wei's team members were also waiting for Wu Zeqing to make her move. They wanted to see how much Wu Zeqing's calligraphy had improved. However, what they were waiting for was Wu Zeqing's only teammate — the youth wearing sunglasses whom no one knew!
What was the meaning of this?
Wu Zeqing was not going up?
The first question was to be written for this youth?
Many people were stunned for a moment. They had thought that this youth in sunglasses was just here to fill in the numbers. He wanted Wu Zeqing's team to have someone, so that they would not look too bad. He was not planning on participating in the competition, so everyone could not react in time to this scene. He was really going up?
Who are you?
A nameless junior wants to compete with Teacher Wang in calligraphy?
Teacher Wang was somewhat amused, but he was also a bit angry. He was thinking that Little Wu was looking down on him too much. She had randomly found someone to fool him? Teacher Wang felt that even if he won against this youth, he would not be proud. He could not feel happy at all. He glanced at Zhang Ye and did not even have the interest to ask for his name.
Go ahead and write!
I want to see what you can come up with!
Poems that started with the word "Ceng"? It would be pretty good if you could memorize one!
Master Zhou reminded him, "There's still a minute and a half left. It's best you hurry."
Master Zhou's eyes were also a bit dull. Master Wei and company also did not have much interest. No one present was optimistic about this youth in sunglasses. They all thought that Wu Zeqing had given up on this question, and was afraid of losing too badly. Hence, she had sent this youth up. Since he was a nobody, it was not shameful even if he lost. Hence, this first round did not have much meaning in everyone's eyes!
Zhang Ye held the brush and began dipping it in ink.
Just this posture of dipping the ink made many people extremely amused. It was not very pretty. When they learned calligraphy, the first thing they learned was the basics of grinding. It was very particular, and had to be done beautifully. Only then would it have the grace of an art practitioner. However, Zhang Ye's posture was clearly that of a layman among laymen. Even a beginner might be better than him, yet this was considered dipping the ink? Why does it look like he's using a ladder to clear the toilet?
"Hehehe."
"This person is really amusing."
"He really dares to come up?"
"What kind of competition is this? He really has guts."
"Teacher Wang is an old member of the Calligraphy Association. His skills are extraordinary. He was the first to write the most famous poem that started with 'Zeng'. What else could he write?"
Voices rose and fell.
However, Wu Zeqing stared at him without blinking.
But when Zhang Ye put down his brush, many people stopped their discussions. Some were stunned, some exclaimed, and many were stunned!
The character "Ceng" was written!
It was a semi-cursive script!
No, it wasn't a standard semi-cursive either!
This was running-regular script? And it was different from normal running-regular script. This youth in shades' running-regular script seemed a little special. It was very different from other people's running-regular script!
Father Su's eyes lit up. This character was not ordinary!
When Master Zhou saw this, he could not help but exclaim in his heart, "Good character"!
Everyone present, even the family members of the calligraphers, were all knowledgeable. When they saw this, they were astounded. No one expected this person to write such good characters!
This character was obviously special. Zhang Ye's posture of dipping the ink was ugly? That was because he had bought a "Memory Search Capsule" and eaten it. His mind was not in the real world, but was immersed in the calligraphy books he had seen when he was in primary school. There were standard calligraphy books, and there were also famous calligraphy books. After Zhang Ye ate a hundred calligraphy skill books, he felt like he could write any character, but he couldn't just be a hodgepodge. There had to be a commonly used font and style. Zhang Ye's calligraphy skills had come from nothing. He had the experience of eating it directly. He had not practiced it bit by bit, nor did he have his own insights. Hence, he could only imitate the calligraphy of others.
Who should he use?
A name came to Zhang Ye's mind reflexively. He believed that if calligraphy was mentioned in his previous world, everyone would think of this name!
— Wang Xizhi!
Semi-cursive script, regular script, cursive script. He was proficient in all of them!
Calligrapher! The most powerful calligraphy master in history! There was no one else!
If Zhang Ye wanted to imitate, he had to imitate something awesome. Wang Xizhi was the best in calligraphy, so he naturally chose his calligraphy book. Cursive script was too difficult to imitate, so he ruled it out. Regular script was too slow and had long fallen behind the times. Hence, the answer was obvious. Zhang Ye had used Wang Xizhi's unique style of semi-cursive script, or running-regular script. However, perhaps because he had not eaten enough Calligraphy Skill Experience Books, it was still a little lacking. Hence, after Zhang Ye imprinted Wang Xizhi's calligraphy book into his mind, he realized that he still could not imitate it 100%. Especially the calligraphy's artistic conception, he could at most imitate a fraction or two. It was too difficult to control. However, just a fraction or two was enough. That was a Calligrapher. It was definitely not a problem to shock the people of this world. This world did not have a Wang Xizhi!
Teacher Wang's expression turned serious.
Su Na also jumped excitedly as she looked in. Teacher Zhang's calligraphy was actually so good. So the calligraphy he wrote at the Beijing Couplet Competition was just for show! He was not serious at all!
It was too surprising!
Everyone was taken aback by Zhang Ye's handwriting!
Master Wei also put away his belittling gaze and turned serious!
The first word was "Ceng". The second word also appeared. It was "Classic".
Teacher Wang weighed it in his heart and came to an unbelievable conclusion. This youth's calligraphy skills were even better than his. How was this possible? However, the truth was placed in front of him. He was speechless. He thought it was a soft persimmon, but he never expected it to be a tough one! Furthermore, it was too tough! A young man could actually write such calligraphy. What would happen in the future? And who was this person? A person with such calligraphy skills was definitely not an average person. If he wanted to be famous, he would have been famous long ago, but why did no one know him?
Zhang Ye wrote very quickly. He had already written the third word, "Cang".
However, after the onlookers marveled at the youth's calligraphy, they became suspicious. Ceng? Classic? Cang? What kind of opening sentence was that? Why had no one heard of it?
"Master Zhou?" A person could not help but ask.
Another person whispered, "Old Zhou, what poem is this?"
Master Zhou also found it strange, "I don't know either. Maybe it's a poem from an unknown anthology? Unknown? Or maybe we forgot? When he finishes writing it, he might remember it. "
Father Su looked at Master Wei, "Old Master Wei?"
Master Wei shook his head, "I don't have any impression of this poem either."
After everyone discussed it, everyone unanimously expressed that they had never seen this poem before.
Teacher Wang was relieved. Although it was a competition of calligraphy, the poem was also very important. Calligraphy could never be looked at alone. It had to be expressed through the meaning of the text. He had the Prime Minister's most famous poem, "Untitled", in his hands. He was already in an undefeatable position. Although he felt a little sorry for this young man, he had won this round.
The others were also thinking the same thing. They quietly waited for Zhang Ye to write.
One word …
Three words …
Five words …
Each word was written on the Xuan paper!
Wu Zeqing had already stood up and walked behind Zhang Ye.
Everyone followed along bit by bit. Gradually, more and more people's expressions changed. Some gasped, while others were dumbfounded!
"What!?"
"This poem …"
"Quiet, don't disturb him!"
The poem was very short and there were not many words.
When Zhang Ye wrote the last word smoothly, he took a deep breath and looked at his work with satisfaction. With a smile, he put down the brush and nodded at Master Zhou, "I'm done."
Master Zhou was already staring at Zhang Ye's face!
Master Wei's gaze towards Zhang Ye was also filled with uncertainty!
After Teacher Wang finished reading the poem, his face turned pale. Then, he gave a wry smile.
Many people outside could not see it clearly because they were too far away. Some of them hurried over to take a look. Then, they looked at each other in twos and threes and saw each other's shock!
The words on the Xuan paper were:
Those who have seen the sea are not water, those who have not seen Mount Wu are not clouds.
Looking back lazily at the flowers, half destined to cultivate the Dao and half destined to be a monarch.
Su Na could no longer hold it in as she exclaimed, "Good poem! Good words! "
With this, the surrounding people also applauded and exclaimed!
"These words are really flavorful!"
"That's right. How can he be so accomplished at such a young age?"
"The words are good, but what's even better is the poem. Why haven't I heard of such a poetic and literary poem before?"
"I've never heard of it before either. It looks like we are ignorant."
At this moment, Master Zhou spoke. He said to everyone, "It's not that everyone is ignorant, but this poem should have been composed on the spot by this young lad, right?"
A young calligrapher in his thirties exclaimed, "Composed on the spot?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. Seeing that the young lad did not say a word, it was clear that he had tacitly agreed. Everyone felt incredulous. How could it be written on the spot!?
How many minutes had it only been?
There was even a topic restriction. How could he write a poem of this standard?
Countless eyes were focused on Zhang Ye's face. Which rock did such a ferocious person jump out from!? Other calligraphy competitions usually had a restriction on the topic to increase the difficulty of the competition. It made it difficult for you to have allusions and poems to write. Good fellow! Look at you! Why don't you just ignore the poems left behind by the ancients and create your own? You can even write such an elegant poem?
Interesting!
Today's competition is going to be interesting!
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