My system is a bit crazy

Chapter 24 Yun Xiang Clothes Hua Xiang Rong (Part [-])
Soon, two sets of desk paper, pens and ink were placed in the middle of the Literature Association.

Bai Wanzhou made an invitation gesture to Jiang Hong, Jiang Hong was not polite, and walked to one of the tables casually.

The four treasures of the study, the brush is Shanlianhu brush, the paper is Xuan paper from Anhui Province, the ink is ordinary ink, and the inkstone is She inkstone from Shexian County, Anhui Province.

The link of grinding ink is saved, and the ink is poured directly.

Bai Wanzhou adjusted herself to a calm state, practicing calligraphy is like training the mind, but eager for quick success and instant benefit will not succeed.

Calming down, Bai Wanzhou started to write on the rice paper with a pen.

相思

Wang Wei Tang

Red beans are born in the southern country,
A few sprigs in spring.

May you pick more,
This thing is the most Acacia.

After finishing writing, Bai Wanzhou stamped a red seal on the lower corner of the paper. This scene in Su Zhifei's eyes was simply coquettish.

Later, members of the literary association regarded this calligraphy work as everyone.

This is a poem by Wang Mojie, a very famous Wujue. This poem implies lovesickness.

It can be said that Bai Wanzhou chose it to complete the challenge with ulterior motives!
I have to say that Bai Wanzhou's regular script still has a bit of charm. It can be seen that he has practiced for a long time, and it is much better than the works in some calligraphy association exhibitions.

"This poem expresses my heart. An elegant poem is given to a beautiful woman. Bai's "Lovesickness" does not say that it is like everyone else, but it is deeply affectionate. I would like to present this calligraphy work to Concubine Yanyun. I wonder if Miss Yan can accept Bai Someone's wishful thinking?"

"Not accepted!!!"

Su Zhifei shouted.

Bai Wanzhou's head was full of black lines, and Concubine Yanyun shook her head, obviously being rejected again.

He wasn't embarrassed either, it was no secret that he liked Concubine Yanyun at school.

"Student Jiang Hong, I wonder how your calligraphy compares with this poem of mine?"

Jiang Hong closed his eyes tightly after dipping the brush in the ink, and ignored him. Everyone thought he had entered a good state, calmed down, and quietly admired Bai Wanzhou's calligraphy.

Suddenly, Jiang Hong opened his eyes.

Skill activated! ! !
【Pen Walking Dragon】

The words he thought of are all in his head. If Bai Wanzhou wrote just now, he was a calm, calm, and even cautious type, then Jiang Hong is now flowing like a dragon, flying like a phoenix, and the words he writes have a vivid and imposing effect. The people on the side didn't know, but they felt that Jiang Hong was writing in a very aggressive way, as if he was... scribbling?
Some people even saw ink dripping from Jiang Hong's brush when he dipped it in the ink!
Write with your left hand! !
Someone discovered that Jiang Hong used his left hand.

"Su Zhifei, does Jiang Hong write well with his left hand?"

Concubine Yanyun asked Su Zhifei.

"I can write with my right hand...not bad! I didn't know he could write with his left hand."

It seemed that they hadn't really paid attention to it, the four of them hadn't copied much homework, and he would not borrow Jiang Hong's but Gu Huazhang's homework when copying class notes, but Gu Huazhang's handwriting was quite artistic.

Soon, Jiang Hong also finished writing. He didn't affix a seal or sign the signature, and put the pen lightly on the inkstone.

After the ink dried, Su Zhifei hurried up and saw Jiang Hong's words, showing a surprised expression.

I knock, cowhide!
Worshipers showed this painting to everyone.

Jiang Hong, Li Bai's iron fan, also wrote a poem.

On a spring day in the third year of Tianbao in the Tang Dynasty, Tang Xuanzong and Yang Yuhuan called Li Bai into the palace to write a new movement when they were watching peonies in the Chenxiang Pavilion.Li Bai entered the palace under the imperial edict, and wrote three poems of "Qingping Diao" on golden flower paper.

Jiang Hong wrote one of the "Qing Ping Diao", a famous poem handed down to later generations, a poem that attracted countless people in later generations to fantasize about Yang Yuhuan's beauty.The language of this poem is gorgeous, and the words are elegant, with thorns in the beauty, not focusing on delicacy.Great influence on future generations.

Qingping

Don Li Bai

Gu Huazhang read the poem slowly.

Yun Xiang's clothes are so beautiful,
The spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Revlon.

If not for Qunyu Mountain, see you,
Will meet Yaotai under the moon.

After reading, everyone looked at Concubine Yanyun. Although she was not the embarrassing Yang Yuhuan in history, everyone including Bai Wanzhou knew that this poem was written for her.

All eyes were on Concubine Yanyun, Jiang Hong also looked at her calmly, and then slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

For a moment, Concubine Yanyun didn't know what to say!Jiang Hong is a bastard, he is not too shy.

Gu Huazhang, Qin Mo and the others: Jiang Hong's means are really high, and this school girl's skills are second to none!

Jiang Hong: "Look at the characters! It's calligraphy, not poetry."

When everyone came back to their senses, Concubine Yanyun also breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, everyone discovered that Jiang Hong's cursive handwriting was very beautiful, elegant and beautiful, smooth and unrestrained, and he used a few appropriate traditional characters, giving people a completely new feeling.

And if you look closely, you will find that each character seems to be beating and extremely vivid, which is incomparable to Bai Wanzhou's regular regular script.

Sit down!

But some people don't think so. The people from the Literature Association must be on their president's side now.

"The outcome has been decided, the superior and the inferior will be judged, Bai Wanzhou, what else do you have to say!"

Gu Huazhang said, and the people from the Music Association behind him also said.

"This "Qing Ping Diao" is even better."

"Admit defeat and start the second round!"

"Lao Tzu once said that people must be self-aware!"

Naturally, the Literary Association also refused to admit defeat, and replied.

"If you say you lose, you lose. Everyone hasn't voted yet?"

"The chairman's regular script is clean and neat, with straight and round curves, unlike this "Qing Ping Diao", which is crooked!"

……

In the end, the voting was held, and most people's eyes were sharp. Jiang Hong's final vote count was [-] votes more than Bai Wanzhou's. If this was not the home of the Literature Association, the gap would have been even greater.

He lost in calligraphy, his proud strength, to a science student. In front of so many people, in the literary association, he, who is the president of the literary association, was embarrassed.

But he had to admit in his heart that Jiang Hong's calligraphy was indeed better than his, and his handwriting really wanted him to write beautifully.He must have practiced calligraphy hard since he was a child, just like himself, only relatively low-key.It seems that the past few years have been too smooth for me, and I have underestimated the people around me. I didn't expect that any rival in love could surpass him in calligraphy.

He lost the first round, and he was very panicked, because the first round was his question, and the second round was the opponent's question. The opponent will definitely come up with the field that the opponent is good at. What will come out?Yesterday, after he learned that there was an ambiguous rumor between a boy and Concubine Yanyun, he sent someone to inquire about the boy's name and class, and learned that this person has no special skills in college for two years, except for being able to play the guitar. The outstanding one, but the King of Glory plays very well, so he may be an otaku.

In terms of calligraphy, I thought the opponent was a bronze, but I didn't expect it to be a king, a king higher than myself. I didn't expect that I would encounter such a chance.

Losers can't lose the battle, even if you lose, you can't lose in momentum.

"What's the next match?"

Bai Wanzhou asked Jiang Hong.

"Jiang Hong, fight him one-on-one in King's Canyon, you won't be able to torture him to death!"

Su Zhifei whispered in Jiang Hong's ear.

Jiang Hong glanced at him sideways, you are the one who talks a lot, and is more excited than me as the client.They are all high school students in the national major universities. They have to study hard every day and have to obtain various certificates. How can they have time to practice game skills?Do you think they are all the same as you, Su Zhifei, who are still playing the king at the end of the semester, and are not afraid of failing the make-up exam.

"Be normal! The glory of the king is outrageous, we must win beautifully!"

Having decided, Jiang Hong thought of an idea when he saw Yuan Xi, the vice president of the Kendo Club, sitting there.

"What's the next match?"

Seeing that Jiang Hong and Su Zhifei were still discussing in private, Bai Wanzhou asked again, afraid that these two people would secretly research some tricks for him.

Su Zhifei stepped aside, Jiang Hong cleared his throat and said loudly.

"This time, let's compete with swords!"

……

"What? Sword fighting? Haha, it's too cheap!"

"This classmate, you are afraid to be funny again!"

"Wake up a little bit?"

"Little brother is interesting!"

……

Jiang Hong's words caused doubts and laughter from the audience, but the vice president of the Kendo Club on the side had a sullen face. Every time their Kendo Club clashed with the Martial Arts Club, the other side would call them "sword" people, because "Sword" and "cheap" have the same sound, so generally speaking of sword competitions will say "competition of swordsmanship" or "kendo duel". .

"I don't know what kind of 'sword' Jiang is talking about?"

"Just say 'sword' when you say 'sword'!"

Jiang Hong looked at him with a half-smile.

It seemed that Bai Wanzhou had the right to choose, but actually Jiang Hong just wanted to see if he would be embarrassed.

"Sword competition" must be a competition of swordsmanship. Jiang Hong had the experience of possessing Li Bai for more than a month, and he has a good grasp of basic swordsmanship. In addition, his strength is twice that of ordinary people. Competing is tantamount to bullying him.

But if Bai Wanzhou thinks that Jiang Hong wants to be "cheaper", then Jiang Hong has nothing to say, sorry, I admit defeat in this round, you are the cheapest, I am willing to bow down.

It can be said that winning the game and losing face is not honorable.

"Since this is the case, then this match will be a competition of swordsmanship, and it will be a wonderful show."

Bai Wanzhou said to Yuan Xi of the Kendo Club, "President Yuan, there are no swords in the Literature Association, can I borrow two from your club?"

"No problem!" Yuan Xi immediately called the people in the club, and soon someone brought the two swords over.

They were two wooden swords used for practice. Yuan Xi was afraid that if the two of them didn't know how to use the swords, and if someone was injured if they used the swords incorrectly, he might have to bear half of the responsibility.

A very light wooden sword.

Holding the sword, Jiang Hong feels familiar. The daily task of practicing the sword in the trial has become a part of his life. This morning he was going to dance with the green sword. I don't want to go to the park to practice health sword with my grandfather.What's more, there are still people at home. When you came back, you were holding a sword in your hand. How strange is it?

Jiang Hong thought, he must buy a big villa in the future...

Um, forget it, want to buy a house even if you can’t afford the equipment? ? ?
(To be continued)
(End of this chapter)