If we talk about the calligraphy of Qi Junguang, the most confident in the three competitions, is this one.

He studied under the Southern Qi National Master and began to copy copybooks before he could read. As someone said just now, from childhood to present, he has truly achieved great success.

A person's energy is limited. He does not believe that Jing Zhe is proficient in both poetry and lyrics, and can still be proficient in calligraphy.

So after writing the poem, he returned to his seat calmly, closed his eyes and rested, waiting to see Jing Zhe.

Zhou Zhiwei did not drag on the mud, and finished writing it out in two ways.

In contrast, his calligraphy is a bit terrible, which is understandable. Jinxi's writing style is already weak, and it is quite rare for him to be proficient in poetry. It is really difficult for him to ask him to write good calligraphy.

So among the two who finished writing, Qi Junguang was better, and the smile on his face was even better.

Zhou Zhiwei has a good mentality and is not depressed by it.

In fact, he was extremely satisfied to be able to advance to the second round, and for him, the biggest receipt today was not promotion, but to meet Jing Zhe, an interesting and awesome brother.

After writing, he walked to Jing Zhe and saw him staring at the rice paper on the table, holding the pen in a daze, so he said curiously: "Brother Jing, why haven't he finished writing for a long time?"

When the others heard this, they all held their breath and waited for his answer.

"because…"

Jing Zhe thought about it and felt a little embarrassed: "I know too many calligraphy techniques, and I didn't think about which one to write for a while."

“…”

Zhou Zhiwei gave him a thumbs up, thinking that I, Brother Jing, was awesome, I would just brag to me, but I blew it again in front of Emperor An and so many scholars!

"Brother Jing, please choose the best calligraphy you are good at and write to write!"

Jing Zhe spread his hands again: "But... I am good at everything. Anything I can come up with is better than what he writes!"

After saying that, he even whispered to Qi Junguang. Zhou Zhi was speechless before he could hear it, so he decided not to persuade him: I can't continue to persuade him this method!

However, Qi Junguang sneered and said sarcastically: "Write it all out if you have the ability! What's the point of just saying nothing about not practicing?"

Jing Zhe shook his head, "Okay, since it was said by the third prince, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

"hehe!"

Qi Junguang continued to sneer.

...

Jing Zhe stood still, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Then write.

But compared with Qi Junguang, his writing posture is very strange and his speed is very slow. He doesn't look like a veteran, but he looks a bit like a genius.

Qi Junguang originally wanted to go over and take a look, but when he saw his unfamiliar appearance and his body was just owed, he sat back.

After all, it was just like what he guessed. He didn't know how to write. After drinking a sip of tea, the old god was there.

And strange sounds came from the crowd surrounding Jing Zhe.

“Huh~”

"Oh~"

“Ah~”

If it weren't for a few big men, someone would have thought it wrong if he spoke these few tones.

"Hey, Mr. Jing, these characters are square in shape, straight strokes, vigorous and powerful, and look quite comfortable. The young master has read the books of sages for many years, but he has never seen such fonts, so he doesn't know..."

"Oh, this is called regular script. It is a kind of calligraphy I created. It is square and straight, and can be a model. It is called regular script. It is normal that you have never seen it before!"

Jing Zhe said carelessly.

"It was actually a font created by Mr. Jing? No wonder he had never seen it before! Mr. Jing looked not old but could create his own font. Can such skill be called a master?"

A group of people sighed.

"Hey, this word is written so sloppy, with dragons flying and phoenix dancing, and you can vaguely identify a few words... It seems to be Jingzhou... August... Thousand Flowers?"

Someone asked at the handwriting flying like wild cursive on rice paper.

"Oh, this is cursive script, which also belongs to me. It is written as 'August Jingzhou City, thousands of flowers are like brocade'!"

"Awesome, awesome!"

"Ah, I know this! 'I have sorrows, and I have 300 cups of fine wine. There are so many sorrows, and there is little sorrow, but I can't worry about it'. This poem seems to be integrated with the two poems above, and the word is flat, neat and exquisite. Could it be that it was created by Mr. Jing?"

"It's extremely! This is called official script, which is rigorous and magnificent, stretched and lively, and is very easy to write! As for these two poems, they belong to the same poem as the previous two poems, but they are just divided into four poems!"

“…”

As a graduate student in the Chinese department, Jing Zhe is aware of various fonts and has copied various copybooks of big shots. It is not surprising that he can write them out.

If Jing Zhe used to write lyrics and poems to surprise these talented people in Jingzhou, then now they will be impressed.

They stared at two other new poems written in various different, self-created, and extremely stretchy and beautiful, and they just took out one font that could make a name for themselves, and kept praising them.

"No wonder Mr. Jing had said before that Mr. Chen was the second talented man. With Mr. Jing in front, who dared to claim to be the first?"

The speaker happened to go to Wuxianyuan the day before yesterday, so naturally he heard the title of "the second talented man" by Jing Zhe.

"That's right, Young Master Jing is the well-deserved number one talent in Yongzhou!"

"That...if you don't understand, just ask, isn't Mr. Jing from Pengzhou?"

“…”

Listening to everyone's flattery, Jing Zhe was content with his heart, and then added: "Is it just Yongzhou and Pengzhou?"

“Yes, it should still be—”

The man who was talking looked around and found that Song Jimao, who had not advanced, had left at some point, and then he boldly said: "Young Master Jing is also the number one talented man in Jingzhou!"

There was this person at the beginning, and the others did not hide it. All kinds of rainbow flocks to us. Finally, someone said, "If you want me to say, you are all wrong! Young Master Jing's talent should be the number one talented man in Anguo!"

That's right, I wrote five poems that can be remembered by later generations, and all kinds of self-created fonts are of master's level.

The most important thing is that they also won the opportunity to taste the spirits, which made Jing Zhe's image in the hearts of the people and he was not stingy with praise.

So as soon as these words were spoken, everyone responded.

"The number one talented man in Anguo!"

"The number one talented man in Anguo!"

Seeing this, Jing Zhe pressed his hands very modestly, "No, don't...stop!"

“…”

Qi Junguang stood outside the crowd, listening to everyone's praise of Jing Zhe, the more angry he became, and the more he listened, the more curious he became.

What did he write to make them do this?

Could it be that this is all about asking for help in advance?

With this question in mind, Qi Junguang also got into the crowded abortion and came to the table.

"In August, the city of Jingzhou is full of flowers and flowers in the daytime."

"Although there is too much worry, there is no sorrow to drink."

Seeing these two sentences, Qi Junguang felt a little cold.

After seeing each poem, I used a font that he didn't know but was extremely elegant and beautiful, I whispered in my heart, knowing that I had completely lost.
Chapter completed!