Three hundred and fortieth chapters face tendons willow bones
"Liu script? Or Yan script? Running script, or cursive script?"
"Do you have any requirements?"
As soon as these words came out, the Yan family's grandfather and grandson were immediately shocked.
"This...of course there is no requirement." Yan Qi said, "Write whatever you are good at."
Yan Zhongmou curled his lips in disdain and said, "Why are you pretending to be an expert? You're pretty and handsome, you can talk as if you can write it!"
"Okay, let's get started!"
Ye Feng studied ink, wrote, and prepared to write.
At this time, the competition between Ye Feng and Yan Zhongmou has also entered a fierce stage.
This caused everyone in the Zhang family to put down their work and come to watch the fun.
Therefore, more and more people gathered around, and it was overwhelming.
Watching the calligraphy test, everyone couldn't help but pay more attention to Yan Zhongmou's side.
"I heard that Mr. Yan studied under President Mo of the Calligraphy Association since he was a child. He learned his true biography and his handwriting is very good!"
"It seems that Master Yan is sure to win this calligraphy competition!"
"Look, Master Yan has started writing! As expected of a famous teacher, he is truly extraordinary!"
Everyone stared at Yan Zhongmou writing and couldn't help but praise him.
Yan Qixue, who was standing by, saw that everyone knew that his grandson had been a disciple of a famous teacher. He immediately looked away with a guilty conscience, feeling a little overwhelmed.
But just as he turned his head, the corner of his eye glanced towards Ye Feng, and he was suddenly stunned.
I saw Ye Feng also burying his head in writing.
But his handwriting is plump and upright; it is also clear and skeletal, and has a faint sense of style!
"Manqing's pen is full of facial muscles and willow bones!?"
Yan Qixue couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this!
The so-called: Yan Jin Liu Gu takes into account the different calligraphy styles of Liu Gongquan and Yan Zhenqing at the same time. It is strong and powerful, and every stroke is illegal.
This is a very high level that can only be achieved by calligraphy masters in the past dynasties, and it is not something that can be easily achieved.
"This...how is this possible!?"
Yan Qi learned from the onlookers and was immediately dumbfounded.
Compared to his grandson, who still has a somewhat immature face and body, here Ye Feng has actually merged the face body with the willow body, forming a style of his own!
It is evident from the words of the two of them that they judge each other!
Yan Qixue first looked at Ye Feng's words in surprise, and then looked at his whole person in shock.
It's unbelievable that this martial arts practitioner can actually write such wonderful handwriting that there is no fault in it!
Yan Qixue couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This is simply a versatile person in both civil and military affairs!
First it was piano and chess, then calligraphy.
After this competition, Yan Qixue suddenly felt that his grandson's title as the number one genius in Fengtian was about to change hands!
Just when Yan Qi was stunned by his studies, Ye Feng wrote quickly and well, and he had already finished most of it in an instant.
It immediately attracted the attention and exclamation of everyone around him.
"Look! Mr. Ye... Mr. Ye's handwriting... is actually very good!"
"Oh my god! Not only is this good, I think it's even better than what Yan Shao wrote!"
“It’s like taking out the finished work of ancient calligraphers from a museum!”
"I didn't expect that Mr. Ye could actually write well! How disrespectful!"
For a while, everyone kept exclaiming.
"Damn it, Mr. Dragon King, you can even write so well!" Huang Qian was also stunned.
"I just said it." Hua Guodong said calmly, "If we have a calligraphy competition, Master will definitely win! I have even seen Master copying Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, that is a masterpiece!"
At this time, Yan Zhongmou was writing seriously when he suddenly noticed that the people around him gradually turned from admiring him to Ye Feng opposite.
Some people even claimed that Ye Feng's handwriting was better than his own?
While Yan Zhongmou was writing, he secretly cursed: Is this man blind?
When he was getting wet with ink, Yan Zhongmou raised his head and glanced at the opposite side.
But just this glance made him tremble all over, stunned, and he was so shocked that he almost dropped the brush in his hand... This chapter has been completed!
