In the backyard.
The atmosphere was ignited!
The poem written by the youth in shades had surprised everyone!
Zhang Ye sat back down to drink his tea. Only he knew that this work was no ordinary poem. It was the fourth of the "Five Poems of Parting Thoughts", Yuan Zhen's work. Especially the first line, it was a well-known saying in Zhang Ye's previous world. Many artistic works and films had used it before, so its value and influence could be seen. It was a very precious poem in the history of poetry in his world.
If he still couldn't win?
Then Zhang Ye should just bang his head against the wall and die!
Master Zhou coughed loudly, indicating for everyone to be quiet. Then he said, "The first match is over. Well, let me announce that the winner is..."
Teacher Wang said with a wry smile, "Old Zhou, you don't have to say anymore. I admit my defeat."
Master Zhou smiled and nodded, "Little Wang, your calligraphy is also very good. It has a little more 'meaning' than last year. If there's time, let's exchange some pointers."
Teacher Wang perked up, "I happen to have quite a few questions to consult you on."
Walking back to Master Wei's team, many people began to tease Teacher Wang.
"Old Wang, can you do it?"
"Hur Hur, I lost to a junior."
They were all friends who had a good relationship with him. The teasing was just a joke.
Teacher Wang said helplessly, "There's no other way. The youngsters these days are too good. The new generation surpasses the old. Be careful when you go up next."
The first match was over.
A new match was starting.
Zhang Ye and Teacher Wang's calligraphy was taken away to be dried. The table was covered with new Xuan paper.
Wu Zeqing smiled as she sat down, "Little Zhang, you have given me another surprise. Didn't you say that your calligraphy skills were not good? Then who was the one who wrote those words just now? "
Zhang Ye said, "I was just randomly writing."
Wu Zeqing exhorted, "The later matches will not be easy."
Zhang Ye said, "It's fine. Anyway, I did not disappoint you. I will take down this match first. We can talk about the later ones. After all, you are here to hold the line." He even flattered her.
Look, this bro is getting smarter and smarter!
Seeing President Wu and the youth chatting and laughing, the dozens of calligraphers in Master Wei's team turned serious. They let go of the thought of underestimating their opponent and prepared to fight with all their might. Actually, with their standards, there were at least seven or eight people who could create ancient poems on the spot. They could also create ancient poems by themselves through the restrictions given by drawing lots. They did not need to adhere to the classics of their predecessors. However, there was a risk in creating their own works. Firstly, they had to be on point and not go off topic. Secondly, if they did not have any inspiration, they would not be able to create a good work. They had just witnessed the young man's abilities. That poem was most likely a result of his extraordinary performance and inspiration. It was impossible for it to be his usual standard. Therefore, these people were not afraid at all. Besides, they had the advantage in numbers! There were so many of them, but they still couldn't beat the two of them? What a joke!
Master Zhou said with a smile, "The second round will begin. Draw lots."
This time, it was Wu Zeqing who grabbed the slip of paper first. It was empty and there were no words at all. It probably meant that there were no restrictions on the topic.
Master Wei also drew one — Backyard Flower.
When Zhang Ye saw this, he wondered why there was such a lascivious topic?
Master Zhou said, "The second round, the topic is limited to 'Backyard Flower'. You may begin."
"Let me do this round." Wu Zeqing smiled and went forward to pick up a brush. She began writing.
Master Wei's team reacted a beat slower, but an old comrade in his fifties quickly walked forward. "Leave this round to me."
"Mr. Feng?"
"You want to go too?"
"You will definitely be fine."
"Mr. Feng will definitely win!"
It was unknown why Mr. Feng was in such a hurry. He quickly went forward to write. He only dabbed the ink on the paper. Although he went later than Wu Zeqing, his writing was very fast. It was cursive script!
Su Na knew that person. "Eh? Isn't Uncle Feng good at regular script? "
There was someone beside her who understood. "Yes, but you will know when you see it."
Wu Zeqing was using running script, so she was a step slower!
Only then did Zhang Ye realize that the two of them had written exactly the same thing!
"Backyard Flower", also known as "Jade Tree Backyard Flower", was also known as "The Sound of a Nation's Demise". It was a palace poem. The process of the dynasty's demise was also the process of this poem's popularity in the palace. Zhang Ye's world also had "Jade Tree Backyard Flower". It was not well received, so it looked like this world also had similar works. Zhang Ye gave it a glance. It was different from his world's "Jade Tree Backyard Flower". The words used were different, but the meaning was similar. They were all about enjoyment and extravagance!
Suddenly, Mr. Feng smiled and put down his brush. "Sorry about that, Little Wu. I'll finish my stroke first."
Master Zhou glanced at Mr. Feng and said, "According to convention, we cannot use similar works in a calligraphy competition. Old Feng finished writing first, so Little Wu's calligraphy cannot be used."
Heh!
You're playing dirty!
Why don't you say that Old Wu wrote first!?
Zhang Ye was so angry that he laughed. There was such a rule? No wonder Mr. Feng ran over in such a hurry. He even used the fastest cursive script. They were determined to scam Wu Zeqing. Their poems were not short, and they had already used up three minutes. If Wu Zeqing were to rewrite another poem, it would be too late no matter what she wrote. Heh, f * * k your sister!
Wu Zeqing looked at Mr Feng and said with a smile, "Teacher Feng is not particular."
Haha, it's the problem with this question. The direction of the drawing of lots is too clear. It's obviously to see who can finish first. If you finish faster than me, I'll admit defeat. Your running-regular script has the style of a master. My cursive script can't be compared to yours. Only with regular script can I compete with you. "With a smile, Mr. Feng shook his work and said," Should I recite it? Actually, I can sing it, but without the accompaniment of the zither, I can't sing well. "This was a poem, and also a song. It was very famous.
You still want to sing?
What are you so smug about!?
Zhang Ye put down his teacup heavily!
The judge, Master Zhou, said, "There's still a minute and a half left. Little Wu, are you still writing?"
Su Na nearly vomited blood from anger. How could Uncle Feng be like this!? She decided to pretend that she did not know him when they met in the future. It was too embarrassing for an artist! Look at how well-mannered President Wu was. She did not get angry even in this situation!
Wu Zeqing put down her brush, "There's no time to write. For this round, I can only …"
Just as she was about to admit defeat, Zhang Ye leaped over. Without a word, he picked up the brush and began writing on the Xuan paper!
Wu Zeqing was stunned as she smiled and moved to the side.
"Can we change people at the last minute?" Mr Feng asked.
Master Zhou acknowledged, "It's a team competition, so of course it's possible." He was a little speechless at Old Feng's lack of respect. It was just a competition, was there a need to do that?
Mr Feng said happily, "Alright, I also want to see what other poems this young lad can write. I can also broaden my horizons. Hur Hur Hur."
Everyone did not know what else Zhang Ye could write. There was no time!
But at the next moment, Mr Feng's yellowish front teeth could no longer laugh!
Zhang Ye only used half a minute to complete this poem. He also knew that there was not enough time for regular script and running regular script, so he used cursive script!
Of course it was not any ordinary cursive script!
He used Wang Xizhi's cursive script!
It was written very ordinary, and the imitation was not very good. Cursive script was after all too difficult for Zhang Ye. But no matter how bad it was, it was still Wang Xizhi's cursive script, so there was still a bit of elegance to it!
The writing was so sloppy that it made people raise their eyebrows!
There were not many people who could recognize this calligraphy. Only those who had really studied cursive script would be able to understand it.
Zhang Ye was also on point. He knew that many people could not understand all the words. After he finished writing, he recited it himself, "Smoke covers the cold water, the moon covers the sand. Night rests near a restaurant in the Qinhuai River. A merchant girl does not know the bitterness of a fallen country … "Reading up to this point, Zhang Ye looked at Mr Feng and laughed," Singing backyard flowers across the river! "
Su Na burst out laughing!
Mr Feng's face turned green. Heh! Why the f * * k are you scolding people!?
Countless people around were stunned hearing this. There was such a poem? There was never such a poem in history! Holy sh * t, this was composed on the spot again? There was only a minute left. Not only did you finish composing, you even incorporated "Backyard Flowers" into the poem. You are using this opportunity to scold people! Mr. Feng had just finished writing < Harem Flowers >, and he even sang a line of it excitedly, and you immediately rebutted him? What was a merchant girl? A prostitute girl! A prostitute girl did not know the bitterness of a fallen country. She even sang "Jade Tree Backyard Flowers" across the river!?
What a vicious mouth!
Using calligraphy to scold people? What kind of skill is that!?
Master Zhou and Wu Zeqing were also amused. This poem was too interesting. And from a literary point of view, this poem was the best of the best. It had a profound meaning! The sarcasm was extremely strong!
Master Wei, "…"
Master Wei turned around, "Who knows this young lad?"
Everyone shook their heads, "I don't know. I've never seen him before."
A calligrapher marveled, "Where did this person come from? Even Old Wang and Old Feng are not his match? No, the victor has not been decided yet. Let's see what Master Zhou has to say. "
Everyone was waiting for Master Zhou to judge.
Master Zhou smiled, "Why are you all looking at me?"
A youth said, "We're waiting for you to be the judge."
Master Zhou said without any hesitation, "Is there a need to judge? In terms of the foundation of the cursive script, the two of them are equally matched, but they both have a little problem. Old Feng and this young man should not be very good at cursive script. Let's not talk about this, hehe. But in terms of the content of the calligraphy, the young man on Little Wu's side is obviously better. No, it is more than a level higher.
Mr Feng said in his heart. He was not unconvinced. Instead, he looked appreciatively at the youth in shades and gave him a thumbs up, "The younger generation will surpass the older!"
Zhang Ye pretended to be polite, "Thanks for letting me win."
Another round was won. Wu Zeqing's side had won two rounds consecutively!
At the beginning, everyone thought that Wu Zeqing's side only had the two of them, so they would definitely suffer a crushing defeat. But in the end, everyone was shocked. Out of nowhere, this youth in shades of unknown origins had consecutively won against two calligraphers, Teacher Wang and Mr Feng. Wu Zeqing did not even have the chance to make a move!
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