Xueba, I beg you to go and escort him quickly!

It was no longer something he wanted to write about.

But this again involves everyone's perception of the problem.

I brought everything and didn’t write it. Isn’t this a show?

Qian Yuejiang, Qian Yuejiang, academician, you are so scheming!

"call……"

Xu Heng took a deep breath and picked up the brush.

Write what?

"Let's "Spring Day"!"

Shengri seeks the beauty of Surabaya...

Xu Heng dipped in the ink and swept the rice paper with his pen.

As soon as the pen is written!

Everyone raised their hearts.

"What font will it be?"

"Xu Heng, a young man, is limitless! I really want to know how he will write!"

""Spring Day"? Isn't it the opening poem of our revision conference?"

"It really fits the occasion!"

The crowd whispered.

Many people gathered around.

They want to see how powerful this young man, who is less than 20 years old, has with his slender wrist.

To be honest, Xu Heng was also very apprehensive.

After all, it was the first time for me to hold a brush and write in front of so many professionals.

It has been ten years since the last time I wrote with a brush!

"hiss!"

Take a deep breath!

When the brush falls down!

Xu Heng exerted force on his wrist!

The moment the brush came into contact with the rice paper, Xu Heng's mind was completely cleared.

This is completely different from the feeling he had when he touched a brush as a child.

As soon as the pen is written!

Sharp pen!

Before everyone could see clearly what Xu Heng wrote, he had already swung his arms left and right.

Strong hands!

The pen is stronger!

Words written on rice paper are even more powerful!

Everyone thought Xu Heng was showing off, but after he wrote the pen, it took a turn for the worse, and it was done in one go!

"Fonts turn around like a ring!"

"Unrestrained and smooth!"

"It's done in one go!"

"Hiss! Wild grass! This is wild grass!"

"The font is thin and thin! It looks messy at first glance, but when you look closely, it looks like a galloping horse!"

"The strokes and faces are rushing! The shape of the characters is changeable, flamboyant!"

"This reminds me of "Four Posts of Ancient Poems" and Huai Su's "Self-narration Posts"!"

"Especially "Self-reporting Posts", the fifth of my country's top ten famous posts handed down from generation to generation! It is still in the museum collection!"

"..."

From the first few words of Xu Heng's pen, everyone's discussion was like a flood bursting a bank, out of control.

"This, this, this, is this really something that a little doll can write?"

"Impossible! How is this possible!"

"Hey! Hiss! Hiss!"

Even Wu Liubai and Qian Yuejiang who were mentally prepared, no matter how much they trusted Xu Heng, were shocked by this scene!

"Silver hook painted on iron!"

What is the silver hook painted on iron?

It is Huai Su's "Self-narrative Post"!

But today, "Spring Day" written by Xu Heng is even worse than it!

"The strokes are far and smooth, like a twisted and coiled steel cable. When the brush is closed, it is as sharp as a hook!"

Wu Liubai has studied wild grass and knows it very well, "Although there are only four sentences, the overall movement of the grass is continuous, the brush is turned up and down, left and right, ups and downs, there are sickness and slowness, light and heavy, like rhythm Clear music melody, very dynamic."

"The pen breaks the meaning, the endless strokes, the strokes return to the hook, one word, one line, or even several lines, the stippling echoes each other!"

"Xu Heng! Xu Heng!! Xu Heng!!!"

"You really live like Huai Su!"

When Xu Heng's last sentence "everything is always spring" is finished!

At the end of the word "spring", he raised his hand and swung his face across.

Before he could put down his brush, someone personally came to pick up his brush with both hands.

But not next!

Because Meng Qingyin said, "Sign up! Xu Heng, sign up!"

Xu Heng then wrote his name and date on the rice paper.

Qian Yuejiang even took out ink pads!

"If you don't have a seal, just make a fingerprint! I'll contact my friends in the capital to help you find a good piece of jade and make one for you!"

Xu Heng's scalp was numb, "It's not going to happen, Academician Qian, everyone, it's really not going to happen!"

"As for! Why not!"

"You are young, but you can write such calligraphy that looks like Huaisu's wild cursive, which is truly unique in the world!"

Wu Liubai stared at the song "Spring Day" on the rice paper, dumbfounded.

I can't even speak.

"Old Wu has a lot of research on wild grass! Your calligraphy makes everyone dumbfounded!"

Xu Heng pouted.

"Don't underestimate yourself! Student Xu Heng, please confirm your own strength!"

Wu Liubai snapped back to his senses and took a deep breath.

He had goosebumps from head to toe.

"The most important thing in calligraphy is the lines!"

A professor who knows calligraphy also came forward.

I can't help but lean forward!

He is the former president of the National Painting and Calligraphy Association, Lin Xiyuan!

A lot of research on calligraphy!

Is a master of contemporary calligraphy!

He was personally received by the leaders in the Great Hall of the People's Republic of China.

Because of his understanding of calligraphy, he didn't disdain it when everyone started watching the excitement.

A real calligrapher has his own set of habits for mastering the brush.

For example, he has held a brush since he was a child, and has been writing painstakingly for decades before he can achieve what he is today.

He believed that no matter how good Xu Heng was, his calligraphy was only mediocre.

Many people watched because they didn't understand, they only looked at the surface, not the bones!

But after Xu Heng finished writing "Spring Day", Lin Xiyuan heard Wu Liubai's approval.

He will inevitably have to step forward and take a look!

He is professional!

He often discusses calligraphy and painting with Wu Liubai.

Especially Kuangcao!

He doesn't care what other people say, but Wu Liubai really has researched it and discussed it with himself in depth!

Wu Liubai's words have a certain degree of credibility.

When Lin Xiyuan came closer, he took a closer look.

boom!

He seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt!

He felt an invisible force coming down from the top of his head!

clap la la...

Goosebumps all over my body!

"This is not calligraphy, this is a painting!"

"I have been obsessed with calligraphy for decades, and I know very well that if a person's lines are successful, he is half successful. If the lines are not good, no matter how beautiful the structure is, it is useless!"

"Especially cursive script!"

"Especially this poem he just wrote!"

"The paper is full of lines flying, and stippling is surging, as if giving the soul of Chinese characters! This..."

"This is the real art of calligraphy!"

"Xu Heng, can you give this calligraphy to me, a bad old man! I am willing to exchange it with my collection of Ming and Qing ink paintings!"

Lin Xiyuan could tell at a glance that this was a good thing.

He is very excited!

But when he opened his mouth like this, more people flocked to him.

"Mr. Lin Xiyuan, it's not good for you to speak directly to a junior like this!"

"That's right! Mr. Lin Xiyuan, you are the master of calligraphy! Your own calligraphy accomplishments are far beyond my own! You don't need to be serious with us laymen!"

Kill it!

Even you, Lin Xiyuan, think it's a good thing, and we think it's a real painting!

Again!

You, Lin Xiyuan, are famous as an iron cock!

This time, for the first time, he wanted to exchange his antique ink painting from the Ming and Qing Dynasties with Xu Heng!

Things that can cut your flesh like this, further confirm the uniqueness of Xu Heng's Kuangcao!

Lin Xiyuan was speechless, "You...!!!"