i really don't want this system

Chapter 37
How the 12-year-old Bai Zizai rose to the top, his aptitude and diligence did play a lot, but none of them could be separated from his father's training and influence.

"Next, the finalists are invited to start writing poems. The number of words is not limited, with the theme of Buddha and love, and the time limit is half an hour." After the host announced, eight cameras were stretched out from the sky in an instant, and began to record the responses of the 32 contestants in all directions.

Still the same theme as always.

It is very difficult to break through the original shackles. Countless contestants have used Dasang Wangpo's poems as sacred scriptures, imitating, imitating, and imitating again.

But imitation is always just imitation, always in the shadow of the original.

Ye Mosheng looked at the paper, ink, brush and inkstone in front of him and felt a headache.In what age, you still write, let alone write, you still use a brush.

In my previous life, I practiced a lot of handwriting with a pen, and I was really good at running script. At that time, when writing novels, someone used it as a handwriting practice. After finishing writing during the day, I found time to go online to type each word one by one at night.But I haven't touched the brush yet.It has been practiced in elementary school in the predecessor of this life, and this is still a compulsory subject in elementary school.But haven't touched it for several years.

Ye Mosheng bit the bullet and fiddled with the Four Treasures of the Study.

...

The live audience and the melon-eating people outside the TV network were collectively confused.

"A contestant has already answered, what is that contestant doing?"

"Yeah, superb poetry, I pay special attention to it, I can't understand what he wrote."

"Isn't this the long-lost tadpole text?"

"I know it. This is the font of our planet Balavara. After 300 years, I finally found my hometown."

"Upstairs, is he your long-lost gay friend?"

"Could it be that you wrote it on the spot and are drafting it?"

"In the [-]th year, no one will do it first."

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be practicing calligraphy."

...

Although the people who eat melons say everything, there is always one that is close to the truth or is the truth.

Ye Mosheng hadn't really thought about what to write. The most important thing was that he was really practicing calligraphy.

While practicing calligraphy, I was thinking back to the poetry collection of Cangyang Gyatso in my previous life. Many of the poems are basically related to love.

The Dasang Wangpo Poetry Competition has always been themed on love and Buddha.

This time is no exception.

Everyone knows that it is not only necessary to write about Buddha, but also to reflect the piety of a Buddha. This piety can be to Buddha, to life, to faith, or to love.

Ye Mosheng is familiar with his predecessor's elementary school brush level, which is not bad, maybe because he is too withdrawn, he can calm down, and a calligraphy in italics is pretty good, hey, I can't even compare it with an elementary school student, ashamed.

The sudden switch to running script requires a bit of adjustment.

As for Shi Ye Mosheng, he quickly thought about it, so choose "That Life", and the 1000 million fame points he brushed will disappear.

I remember the first time I heard "That Life" in my previous life, I wished I could shave my hair and bow before the Buddha, which shows the charm of this poem.

Soon Ye Mosheng got used to his handwriting, and the handwriting began to take shape.

"Why do I feel that this font is different?"

"Yes, although the handwriting is not particularly good, it has a sense of flowing water."

...

An ordinary courtyard house in the imperial capital.

The decoration inside is mainly made of solid wood, and there are many modern decorations, but apart from looking a little ancient, there is no sense of luxury.

Calligraphy is everywhere on the wall.

There are elegant ones, some rigid ones, but a single italic script has several different styles.

An old man put down his pen deep in the yard, and the two old men behind him praised: "Old Ji, your calligraphy is becoming more and more natural. You are expected to become a great master."

The old man surnamed Ji picked up the work just now and sighed. (Old Ji, your sister, the author can’t kill you when he comes out, will he name it. Can’t you be old Ji? It seems that he can’t either.)
"Longguo culture has a long history, and until now the font is single. I have devoted myself to creating a font that writes smoothly and quickly, but I can't escape the framework of regular script. Is the wisdom of the ancestors really insurmountable?"

"In the framework of the predecessors, it is so difficult to surpass the predecessors."

"That's right. This world is different from the ancient times. The world is impetuous. How many people can concentrate on practicing calligraphy for decades."

"Grandpa, grandpa" a crisp voice interrupted the old man's thoughts.

"Shuang'er, why are you so happy?"

"I'll read a poem and you listen to it"

"it is good"

The three old men listened attentively.

"Beauties are not born from the mother's womb, they should grow from peach blossom trees,

I already hate that peach blossoms are easy to fall, and falling flowers are more affectionate than you. "As the verse unfolded, everyone's eyes lit up.

I've never heard of this poem before, could it be Shuang'er's new work in front of me?
"I want to lean on the green window to be with you, but I regret that I have gone wrong in this life.

If you want to go to the jungle with a bowl, you will be in love with the beauty. "

Through a simple description, the contradiction between a monk's belief and love is highlighted, and it penetrates into the hearts of the people.

This poem is so delicate, it is Shuang'er's style.

Everyone stroked their beards.

Shuang'er is ready to come out, this song is absolutely fine.Alas, I didn't expect that poetry would be successful after failing in calligraphy. I accidentally planted willows and willows to make shades. Is this child going to be released? The old man surnamed Ji has a sense of frustration of failure in education.

"Zhengnai's lovesickness is unrestrained, and the heart of the horse is ape to Qingqing.

I once thought that being too sentimental would damage the holy life, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain."

The girl stopped. According to the structure of the poem, everyone understood that there was another sentence, but Shuang'er's pause seemed to be a long time. Ji Lao thought that her granddaughter hadn't figured it out yet, but it was already very good, and was about to praise her.

Shuang'er suddenly spoke, with admiration in her eyes, a trace of sacredness, and her voice was even a little hoarse: "The world is safe and secure, and you will not fail the Tathagata and not the Qing."

Boom, Ji Lao only felt that there was only this sentence left in the world.

"The world is safe and secure, and you will not fail the Tathagata and not the Qing." The old man whispered softly.Tears glistened in his eyes.

"Grandpa, grandpa, how about this poem."

"Okay, Shuang'er, which master's work is this? No, could it be that Sect Master Long has produced the best product again?" The old man opened his eyes wide, letting the faint tears fade away.As soon as this sentence came out, the old man immediately felt that the poem was extraordinary. This poem was definitely not written by his granddaughter.

"It's not Suzerain Long. You can watch Longguo TV or Tibetan Satellite TV. The live broadcast of "Dasang Wangpo Poetry Contest" is written by one of the contestants."

"Oh, contestant." After everyone was shocked, they followed Shuang'er to the lobby and sat down, only to see a camera zoomed very close on the giant screen, very close.

Each font dances in the old man's eyes like an elf.

"Old Ji, this, this font."

"So unique, so novel" another old man was excited.

Next to the table was another page scrawled.It can be seen that it was jerky at first.

"This kid is still in the creative stage, Shuang'er, go and get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Ji Lao was also full of excitement.

Everyone took the Four Treasures of the Study, laid them on the floor and watched the words on the giant screen copying them.

Shuang'er was shocked. The three calligraphy masters got down on the ground and copied a child's handwriting regardless of their image. No one believed it.

The masters only looked at the copy.

And the picture will not last until Ye Mosheng.

The focus is also on four other poets who have made masterpieces.

Lengyue, the font is like a lady of every family.

Every time it caused the boy to look sideways and fall in love with him.

With a swipe of Bai Zizai's pen, every word was born from the pen, and it can be seen between the lines that it is definitely not weaker than "Buddha's Words of Love".

……

　I hesitated for a long time whether to be called Ji Lao or Lao Ji.

　　Alas, why is it so difficult to come up with a name?

　　There was a mosquito tweet on the 26th. Everyone said so, at least it was meat.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)