Chapter 210: A Hundred Poems From Ancient Times Are Presented To Friends
Chapter 210 In ancient times, there were hundreds of poems given to friends, but now there is a collection of offensive poems given to my brother Yang Chuntao.
"What...what font is this?"
Looking at the square words on the rice paper in front of them, everyone cast their eyes in shock.
The whole poem is like flowing clouds and flowing water. The single words are strong and powerful, sparse and dense, and well-proportioned. They use the pen to the fullest, just like divine help!
There were many calligraphy-loving elders in the crowd who focused their attention on the writing of the words in the poems, and they praised him without hesitation.
"Hiss! This Lu Feng's writing skills are so good! Look at the two characters peach and plum, they are clear, simple, and beautiful! So beautiful!"
"I feel that Zang Feng's use of the pen is extremely good. Just looking at the words "green" and "he", the sense of power is extremely powerful and shocking!"
"Which family is this junior? Why have I never seen it before? The shape of this dot painting seems to have never been circulated in the circle so far. Could it be that it is its own family?"
The calligraphy of the calligrapher is extremely exquisite. Each word alone gives people a sense of danger or subtlety, which makes people look at it unconsciously and become mesmerized.
In the crowd, Yang Chuntao's expression changed drastically!
Wang Hao's handwriting is not the common running script or regular script, but rather seems to be the product of a combination of the two, or it can be called "running script".
For Yang Chuntao, what shocked him the most was the way he closed each word and sentence. He often used exposed edges to express his style, giving people a lively and natural feeling.
Zhou Liangyin's face suddenly turned green, and he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at Wang Hao, the anger in his eyes almost bursting out.
"If a person is rude, he will die."
They are all old people whose bodies are about to be buried. They have been writing for most of their lives, but they are not as good as a young man?
As thick black ink emerged from the ink tray, Wang Hao smiled mockingly and started writing.
Wang Hao's two poems were like two slaps, slapped on his face so hard that they made a "slap" sound.
"I'll do the research, I'll do the research!"
Those were calligraphy sages Wang Xizhi. Even Wang Hao was worried that it would be too shocking, so he only used one or two points of skill.
But even if it is only one or two points, it is a dimensionality reduction blow to Yang Chuntao!
These two characters are not at the same level at all, and they cannot even be compared. There is simply a huge gap!
"Granddaughter, are you sure this guy is just a variety show star in the entertainment industry, as you said?"
Until the end, if the ink tray hadn't been completely out of ink, he might have had the idea to continue writing!
How could a good student with excellent academic performance use such a highly insulting poem to mock the elders in his circle?
Moreover, the brushwork used in this entire poem is even more distinct, with thinner strokes and lower strokes making the strokes thicker, giving people a deep sense of shock.
Coupled with the free turns of the text, the whole poem is free and elegant, with delicate bones, which can't help but amaze the viewer!
There were constant gasps of air from the crowd. No one expected that an unknown junior could be so good at what he did!
Wang Hao raised the corner of his mouth slightly and glanced at the faces of everyone present one by one.
"Your Majesty, the world is filled with peaches and plums. Using peaches and plums as students, this is a way of praising Mr. Zuo for his great achievements in teaching and educating people!"
This guy's shamelessness really has no limit. I don't know how he got into the Huaxia Academy of Literature. Did he go through the back door?
Seeing this, many insiders in the crowd suddenly became very excited.
There were constant discussions around him, and everyone was shocked by Wang Hao's calligraphy skills.
"hiss!!!"
"okay,"
Mr. Guo also likes to copy some copybooks, so he has a deep understanding of writing.
"This poem will definitely become a legend that will be passed down through the ages. Mr. Zuo is so lucky!"
However, just when everyone was shocked by Wang Hao's calligraphy skills, Mr. Guo, who was standing in front of the square table, came to his senses and noticed the poem on the rice paper.
"snort!"
Although this guy has great literary talent, it can be seen from the poem he wrote that he is definitely not a good person.
The second one is an allusion to Zhou Liangyin and others being despicable and shameless. In order to achieve their own goals, they resorted to any means and blatantly made trouble at the apprenticeship banquet!
The second is the side attack, which shows a unique tendency to capture beauty in the meaning of the sentence. In layman's terms, it is sharp and angular, making it unforgettable!
Guo Lei looked excited, and rushed over in three steps at a time, with an expression on his face that he was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
Guo Xiaoxue couldn't help but clapped her hands and praised, "It's so well written!"
Following Mr. Guo's reminder, everyone immediately focused on the content of the poem.
"If you have peaches and plums all over the world, why should you plant more flowers in front of the hall?"
"Stay firm on the green hills and don't let go; your roots are still in the broken rocks."
The first is Zuo Min'an's tenacious "virtue". Even though Zhou Liangyin and others made things difficult in every possible way, he still insisted on his belief and refused to relax.
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Liangyin immediately reacted and hurriedly stopped his hand and stood proudly.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved, and a wall of dung cannot be built."
Everyone was stunned for a moment. Such a top-notch poem was actually the creation of this young junior?
How can this be!
The next second, ink fell on the rice paper again.
As soon as he finished speaking, the system seemed to have been prepared, and there was a new prompt immediately.
Mr. Guo didn't take it seriously at first, but after reading Wang Hao's words, he suddenly doubted whether his silly granddaughter had been deceived.
But even so, he was still unwilling to admit defeat, "Huh, don't be proud, isn't it just two poems? It's not yet decided whether it is your work, maybe it was plagiarized from other people, what's the big deal?"
For a moment, there was silence in the hall.
"Yu Er and why to punish you?"
He snorted without replying, and the people around him also read two meanings from this poem.
More than a dozen "masterpieces" were published. Just drying these poems took up almost the entire table, chairs and stools in the hall.
This junior has a bright future!
Yang Chuntao deliberately avoided the flaws in his calligraphy and criticized Wang Hao's poems.
However, after hearing this, Wang Hao suddenly became happy!
Let alone him, even those old immortals from the Huaxia Academy of Literature would have to be willing to be defeated!
But he was surrounded by elders in the folk arts and literature circles. If he really did this, the path to literature would be completely cut off.
Feeling the joking looks from the people around him, Yang Chuntao felt his face burning with pain.
And by then, he, Yang Chuntao, will definitely become the laughing stock in the industry!
Thinking of this, Yang Chuntao couldn't help but his eyesight dimmed. If it weren't for the support of Zhao Qin beside him, he might have collapsed on the ground.
"Ding. One million popularity points will be deducted and exchanged for one hundred offensive poems!"
"This is the work of the poet king Bai Juyi. Hey, I can't scare you to death!" He muttered secretly in his heart.
"A needle is hammered a thousand times and turned upside down."
"Why is this, Mr. Zhou? Didn't the younger generation just write a poem? Why are you so angry?"
"Why have I never seen or heard of this poem? It shouldn't be! Such a good work cannot remain unknown."
If he is nearly a hundred years old, then everyone can barely accept it, but it is a bit hard to accept that a young boy in his early twenties can write such good handwriting.
He shouted softly, and Fang Chao and Guo Lei immediately started to cooperate, one collecting the paper and the other laying it out.
"His words are eloquent and his face is thick."
One is the center forward, and there is a kind of mellow and quiet beauty between the lines.
At the same time, Yang Chuntao, who was behind the crowd, had a completely pale face. When this "masterpiece" came out, he knew that he was completely finished.
Seeing this, Wang Hao immediately raised his eyebrows.
Guo Lei once again laid out the rice paper and signaled with a smile that Wang Hao could continue.
The poem was finished, but Wang Hao did not finish it.
Many old men in the crowd who claimed to be "calligraphers" couldn't help but blush. Wang Hao's calligraphy not only slapped Yang Chuntao in the face, but also made them a little embarrassed.
As soon as Zhenshi put it down, Wang Hao took out the pen from the ink tray.
Then write until you are convinced!
Although everyone couldn't say it openly, they secretly gave Wang Hao a thumbs up.
With this writing skills, there is no one in the literary circle nowadays. Who dares to say with certainty that he can match it?
Yang Chuntao?
Who is he?
After the ink dried, Fang Chao, who was already eager to try, rushed up again and put away the poem under the jealousy of the onlookers.
After writing another new poem, without Wang Hao's special instructions, Fang Chao and Guo Lei looked at each other and smiled, and the two of them completed collecting and laying out the paper with ease.
His "Qinglu Xiaoxuan" has not been so lively for a long time. These literate guys are really good at playing. They can even think of writing poems to curse people?
Although many people wanted to protest, Wang Hao's two poems were obviously written to Zuo Min'ande, and they still couldn't bear it.
"How do you like it? Do you accept it? If you don't accept it, come up and make some gestures?" Wang Hao dipped the brush full of ink and handed it to Yang Chuntao in the direction where he was standing.
Although Wang Hao did not answer directly, the calm expression on his face clearly gave the exact answer.
He slowly said: "The ink has dried. Let's collect the harvest and replace it with rice paper."
At this time, Fang Chao suddenly walked out as a wingman and asked curiously: "This poem...could it be your own original work?"
Putting away his pen and putting it into the ink tray, Wang Hao raised his head and looked at Zhou Liangyin and others, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and seemed to have a touch of mockery.
"The Green Field Hall is open to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by point out the way to Ling Gong's house."
…
Then he doesn't need to be polite.
Not convinced?
Interesting! So interesting!
"Snake's great words come from his mouth."
Following this voice, noisy discussions suddenly erupted in the hall, and everyone's eyes inevitably changed when they looked at Zuo Minan.
But Wang Hao did not write. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Yang Chuntao who was hiding behind Zhou Liangyin, with a hint of teasing gradually appearing on his face.
One poem has two meanings.
Wang Hao picked up the pen again,
As he was recited over and over again, gradually, the sound of gasping for air was heard again in the hall.
Everyone looked at this poem with dumbfounded eyes, with deep envy gradually appearing on their faces, and they wished they could take possession of this poem as their own immediately.
…
But at this moment, Zuo Minan suddenly took a step forward and isolated the two people facing each other.
There was a response from the crowd, and Fang Chao quickly approached and quickly rolled up the poems on the table.
"Change the rice paper."
Especially Yang Chuntao, who originally had a proud face, has now turned into a big "bitter melon".
"It seems that I am also ignorant. I have never heard of this poem."
There are a large number of people present. After today's banquet, these poems will definitely be spread all over the world.
Of course, these are all things for later, the most important thing now is to make Yang Chuntao completely docile!
"Still strong despite being struck hard by countless blows, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south."
Facing the provocation, Yang Chuntao wanted to rush out desperately and unleash a wave of Taekwondo on Wang Hao that he had practiced hard for several years.
As he spoke, everyone fixed their gazes on Wang Hao, waiting for his answer.
"The eyes are on the buttocks, and they only recognize clothes and not people!"
Guo Lei, who was watching on the sidelines, was even more enlightened. He hurriedly took the rice paper handed by the clerk and spread it on the long table in a few seconds.
And the most important thing is the style of writing!
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"What!!!"
The world is full of peaches and plums!
Just these five words have already told the story of Zuo Min'an's great achievements in teaching and educating people at the Huaxia Drama Academy in the past ten years.
It can be seen from this that there is no good person among Zhou Liangyin's group!
"Mo Lai!"
Looking at the shocked faces, he couldn't help but want to laugh. These people originally looked dismissive of him, but now their expressions changed.
Anyway, no one has proven that he wrote this poem, so isn't it just a mess? He is very familiar with this.
"System, customize some hateful poems for me, the more ruthless the better!"
On the other side, as everyone praised him, Yang Chuntao's face became increasingly ugly, and his face turned red from suppressing it, as if he was unwilling to do so.
"The rat has a body, but the human is rude."
Perhaps it was because the writing was so smooth that Wang Hao couldn't stop writing for a while.
Exclaims suddenly arose.
Where can I go to reason with this?
But at this moment, Wang Hao suddenly struck hard.
"I have decided that after the banquet is over, I will compile these poems into a collection of poems called "The Collection of Rotten Wood, Presented to My Brother Yang Chuntao". What do you think?"
"No!!!"
A pitiful scream suddenly sounded, and everyone turned their heads to look curiously, only to see that Yang Chuntao could no longer hold on, rolled his eyes, and fainted directly in Zhao Qin's arms.