When Shi Yue's brush was about to touch rice paper, he suddenly stopped his hand in mid-air.
Meng Chen hid a needle in a mulch and said sarcastically: "Young Master Shi, you are writing, all the talents are waiting to read your masterpiece!"
He was very quick to see and had already discovered Shi Yue's fatal shortcomings through Bai Su's unusual actions: this guy must have written very poorly in his calligraphy!
Shi Yue looked back and smiled and blinked at the talents and said, "Talented men, although I am good at calligraphy, I love innovation the most in my life and some tricks. Students, are you interested in seeing them together?"
Meng Chen took the lead in denying it: "Not good! No good! All the talented men like to read Mr. Shi's calligraphy, so please Mr. Shi come out quickly..."
Shi Yue stood up his eyes, his momentum was terrifying, and said to Meng Chen: "Young Master Meng is such a big tone. What right do you have to shout and shout in the place of the talented men?"
Meng Chen was so scared that he didn't expect Shi Yue's eyes to be so terrifying.
Kong Liren hurriedly smiled and seduced the students and said, "Oh, I have seen Mr. Shi's new tricks, tsk... It's really enviable, interesting and fresh, and it makes me feel itchy and slutty."
In fact, how could Kong Liren know that Shi Yue has any new tricks?
I just grasped Shi Yue's heart and laid a good foundation for Shi Yue.
The talents were so eager that Kong Liren said that they were so eager that they nodded and said, "Mr. Shi, do you have any new tricks? Just use them so that we can have the honor to appreciate them."
Shi Yue smiled and said, "Okay, talented men who like to see new tricks, just stand forward!"
He pointed at Meng Chen again and said domineeringly: "That, who, if you lean back, you will occupy the pit and not shit, you are not the destiny of a talented man."
"I am Meng Chen, not that person!"
Meng Chen was so angry that he was rumbling inside. He came up angrily, with a stern face and said angrily: "I want to see what new tricks Mr. Shi can play with."
Old Man Geng and others were also curious and rushed forward together!
Shi Yue was addicted to everyone's addiction, and then he took out the soft, moderately thick and thin long strip of charcoal that Bai Su was looking for for him from his sleeves and showed it around in front of everyone.
Everyone can see it, whisper!
"What is this?"
"Black, long, don't recognize me..."
...
Meng Chen laughed furiously and said angrily: "Mr. Shi, why do you take out a black carbon black? Do you want to do it casually?"
Shi Yue smiled strangely: "Young Master Meng is right. I just want to graffiti today, but it's not just a scribble, but a scribble."
Bai Su, Hong Xing and Youlan also squeezed in, wanting to see carefully.
Meng Chen happened to be squeezed in front of Bai Su.
Smelling the faint fragrance from Bai Su's body, Meng Chen felt itchy. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he couldn't help but stretch his big hand out, trying to touch Bai Su's delicate body, how soft it was.
But I knew that as soon as my big hand was poked out, I didn't know where a foot was stretched out, and it happened to kick Meng Chen's hip.
thump!
Meng Chen rolled to the edge of the wall.
This kick is so powerful and terrifying.
Meng Chen felt that his hip bones seemed to be shattered. After a long time of hard work, he couldn't stand up. He shouted angrily: "Who kicked me? Who's the hell kicked me? Let me stand up and stand up!"
Meng Chen shouted for a long time, but no one paid attention to it. The eyes of the talents were all attracted by the carbon black in Shi Yue's hands.
Youlan looked back at Meng Chen, and then whispered a few more quietly in Bai Su's ear.
Bai Su's eyes were full of anger. She looked back and stared at Meng Chen for a long time. It was not until Meng Chen lowered her head in shame that Bai Su turned her head and said angrily: "I will definitely not spare him."
Meng Chen felt weak when he was seen by Bai Su's cold eyes, and forgot to suffer pain for a moment.
I just sat at the base of the wall, scratching my head and thinking: Which bastard kicked me? Which bastard was the one who sued me? I...I can't spare him.
Wow...
At this moment, a boo suddenly burst out from the mouths of the talents.
I saw that the thin carbon black, under Shi Yue's control, seemed to become a flexible pen, writing a line of rigorous and neat poems with a soothing and beautiful pen tip.
"Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and flowers."
Shi Yue ignored everyone's surprise, looked at the font that he was quite satisfied with, and said excitedly: "This is regular script."
Turning his wrist, he wrote the second sentence: "Everything that time has never left it!" These characters are shaped like flowing water, with a flowing pen tip, just like flowing clouds in the sky, with shapes scattered and spirits gathered.
When the talented men watched it, their eyes were rounded and they heard a surprise cry from their mouths.
Shi Yue casually said: "This is running script."
Later, Shi Yue wrote a respectful official script: "Now everything has changed."
Finally, a stereotyped seal script was written: "Food, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea!"
In the four lines of poetry, Shi Yue used inconspicuous carbon black to show four different brushworks. Then, he put the carbon black aside, stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for everyone to comment.
Everyone was stunned by the calligraphy art of Shi Yue's uniqueness and charcoal instead of pen. This... this completely broke their conventional thinking.
They never dreamed that the little carbon black could write such graceful words!
Moreover, the brush is soft and difficult to master. It is not easy for ordinary scholars to write a good font in their lifetime.
Those who can write two types of brush fonts can be called the best.
If you can write all three fonts or more, you can only be called a monster!
Shi Yue can actually write four fonts, and each font has eight points of charm. This is the monster among monsters...
After all, Shi Yue is not a calligrapher, so he can only call him an amateur.
This word was also used by him to temper his temper, and the words written in carbon black have various shortcomings in terms of beauty and pen tips, and are not as familiar as fountain pens.
But even so, the words made Shi Yue write the eight-point flavor of the pencil. One hook, one stroke, one that, the other pen tip brought out still made the talented people excited and frightened.
Meng Chen looked at the excited and envious look of the talents, and finally endured the pain and squeezed in.
When his contemptuous eyes were frozen in the rice paper showing four fonts, he couldn't help but change his color, his eyes were full of fear, and his face turned pale.
"Is this...is this true?"
Meng Chen slowly withdrew from his body, and his heart seemed to be hit by a stone, as if he had suffered a severe injury, which hurt very much!
The huge gap made his head buzzing, his limbs were weak, and his body was soft, and he could only support the wall to support his body!
His eyes were empty and full of despair.
Suddenly, there were a pair of sharp eyes in the crowd, shooting towards him, and the cold edge in his eyes seemed to penetrate his soul.
That was Shi Yue's eyes!
Meng Chen couldn't help but tremble - he knew that his eyes were filled with sarcasm and compassion, which was the contempt that the winner should have.
Meng Chen suddenly realized that he shouldn't have participated in today's game.
It's your own fault!
Meng Chen opened the door and walked out in a daze.
There was silence under the moonlit night, but the noisy and excitement in my ears lingered in my ears and drifted for a long time!