Ye Qingyun smiled.
"This calligraphy is really good. It's amazing that a ten-year-old child can write such calligraphy."
This sounds like there is nothing wrong with it.
But something doesn't feel right.
It seemed like he was deliberately mocking Lin Xianxian.
Lin Xianxian's face looked a little ugly.
"Then what are Mr. Ye's calligraphy skills like? Can they be compared with the calligraphy I wrote when I was ten years old?"
Ye Qingyun shook his head repeatedly.
Lin Xianxian couldn't help but laugh.
It seems that this guy still knows himself.
"You wrote this when you were ten years old. After all, I am so old. Isn't this a comparison to bully you?"
Lin Xianxian's smile suddenly froze.
Xu Shaoyang and the other three also looked at Ye Qingyun in disbelief.
Is this guy crazy?
Although this calligraphy was written by Lin Xianxian when he was ten years old, Lin Xianxian already had extremely high attainments in calligraphy when he was ten years old.
Among the younger generation of Confucians in the Central Plains, it can be said that there is almost no one who can compare with him in calligraphy.
Her calligraphy when she was ten years old was truly amazing.
You, Ye Qingyun, still dare to look down on someone's calligraphy when he was ten years old?
"Since Mr. Ye said so, we all want to see your calligraphy."
Chu Ren, the genius of the Yin Yang family, spoke coldly, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.
"Indeed, I want to see it too."
Legalist genius Jian Tianming said calmly.
Xu Shaoyang did not speak, but looked at Ye Qingyun with burning eyes.
Ye Qingyun sighed.
"Since you are so enthusiastic, I have no choice but to show my shame."
"Huikong!"
"What is the command of the Holy Son?"
"Get pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"I didn't bring the Holy Son of Enlightenment with me!"
"You ride on the horse"
Ye Qingyun was about to perform a show-off that would attract everyone's attention.
The atmosphere is here.
As a result, you bald guy didn't help me bring out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Isn't this intentional to embarrass me?
The whole section collapsed!
Huikong also touched his bald head.
A moment of embarrassment.
So proud
Huang reacted quickly and quickly asked his men to bring up pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
This did not embarrass Ye Qingyun.
"Ahem, I was just brewing my emotions."
Ye Qingyun didn't forget to relieve the embarrassment.
At any time, I picked up the pen filled with ink.
"Humph! I want to see how capable you are!"
Lin Xianxian sneered in her heart.
But when she saw the way Ye Qingyun held the pen and Ye Qingyun's expression, Lin Xianxian couldn't help but feel a little thump in her heart.
She is a calligraphy genius!
It is also very clear that the most important thing about calligraphy is the state when writing.
The moment you put pen to paper, if you are in good condition, your calligraphy will also be good.
If the condition is not good, no matter how much you try to reverse it, it will be in vain.
In the end, it can only present an inferior work.
Therefore, Confucian people all firmly believe in one theory.
It's called writing like a god.
In Lin Xianxian's view, the state that Ye Qingyun was in at this moment was more than just writing as if he were a god.
It can be called that the writing is God’s!
Ye Qingyun put pen to paper.
Four big characters!
Done in an instant!
There is no lag at all.
Done in one go.
It seems very natural.
On the white paper, four big characters stood out.
second to none!
The ink marks are not yet dry, but there is already an indescribable momentum coming out of the paper!
Everyone present was horrified when they looked at this calligraphy.
A lonely and unrivaled figure seemed to appear in front of them, standing alone at the end of the world.
What kind of figure is that?
Unparalleled!
extraordinary!
second to none!
It can only be described in these four words.
This figure is extremely clear, yet hazy.
In Lin Xianxian's eyes, this figure is the pinnacle of his Confucianism.
St.
In Xu Shaoyang's eyes, he was the first generation giant of the Mohist family.
In Chu Ren's eyes, he is the founder of the Yin Yang family.
In Jian Tianming's opinion, he is naturally the first sage of Legalism!
Anyway, in the eyes of different people, the peerless figure seen through this painting is different.
But there is one thing that everyone has to admit.
That’s why this calligraphy is so perfect!
It's so perfect that it doesn't look like a word that should appear in this world!
Immortals come to the world, use the water of Yaochi as ink, and use the branches of immortal trees as brushes, I am afraid that they will not be able to write such perfect words.
Just looking at it makes people feel physically and mentally comfortable, as if their cultivation has improved.
silence!
Everyone was silent!
They couldn't even utter a sound of exclamation.
Because they don't know how to describe this painting.
It seems that no words are enough to describe its height.
Even Lin Xianxian, this arrogant Confucian girl, was already sluggish at this moment.
She was swaying, almost unable to stand still.
Compared with the four words written by Ye Qingyun, the four words "Haoran Tianxia" in her hand pale a lot.
There is no harm without comparison.
Putting them together, it is enough to see the obvious difference.
Even a layman can see the difference between the two characters.
puff!!!
Suddenly!
Lin Xianxian spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Junior sister Lin!"
Xu Shaoyang and the other three suddenly became nervous.
Lin Xianxian stomped backwards, a sickly pale look appearing on his face.
Moreover, the look in his eyes also became darker.
Chu Ren quickly stepped forward and gently grabbed Lin Xianxian's wrist.
At first glance, I was shocked.
"The Yuru's body is actually damaged!"
"What?"
Xu Shaoyang and Jian Tianming looked shocked.
Lin Xianxian's naturally flawless body was actually damaged at this moment?
"This is the calligraphy!"
Lin Xianxian pointed to the calligraphy written by Ye Qingyun.
"My jade and Confucian body is damaged because of this calligraphy!"
Everyone looked at Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun, on the other hand, looked confused.
What the hell?
I just wrote a word?
Although the writing is beautiful, there is no need for you to vomit blood, right?
What kind of jade and Confucianism is damaged?
I didn't even touch you.
You don't have to be so porcelain, do you?
Aohuang and his son were stunned.
Then he couldn't help but be shocked.
"Master Ye is so powerful!"
"One word destroyed Lin Xianxian's Confucianism!"
"It's so scary! It's so scary!"
Lin Xianxian clenched her fists tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable in her heart.
You are born with a Confucian body that is naturally flawless and does not require practice. You only need to study Confucianism intensively to reach an extremely high state.
Even becoming a new generation of Confucian semi-sage is not impossible.
But there is a prerequisite!
That is, this naturally flawless jade and Confucian body must not be damaged.
Once the jade scholar's body is damaged, it will be like cracks appearing on the exquisite porcelain vase.
Even the smallest cracks.
This porcelain vase is no longer complete.
The body of Jade Confucianism is the same situation.
Born flawless and cannot be damaged!
Once damaged, there is almost no way to restore the Yuru's body to its original state.
"Hey Ye Qingyun, you are really so cruel!"
Chu Ren was furious and pointed at Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun looked stunned.
"Why are you so excited?"
"I"
Chu Ren was speechless for a moment.
Of course he was excited.
Because he has always had an admiration for Lin Xianxian, but he has never shown it.
Seeing that the one I love was hurt at this moment, I naturally felt a little out of sorts in my desperation.
Ye Qingyun suddenly seemed to understand something.
He looked at Chu Ren in surprise.
"I understand, you are her licking dog, right?"
This chapter has been completed!