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At this time, Mr. Liu was already fascinated. He instinctively took out a magnifying glass from his body and carefully observed and considered. His face also showed a look of surprise. He gradually became excited and his eyes were red.

Seeing this scene, Chang Ping and Yan Zheng also stopped, with strange looks on their faces.

About 10 minutes later, Mr. Liu finally came to his senses. He put away the magnifying glass, then raised his head, and his eyes fell on Qin Feng.

"Little brother, can you use a pen to write a few more words for me to see."

While speaking, Mr. Liu sent the brush in his hand to Qin Feng again.

This time Qin Feng did not refuse, but the super cat stuck a little bit on the inkstone, took out a piece of paper at random, and wrote four big characters on it, flowing smoothly, as fast as lightning. Usually, four big characters are enough to finish it.

Mr. Liu directly picked up the paper from the table and observed it carefully. He felt the artistic conception again, and it was getting stronger and stronger. It was exactly the same as the words on the paper he had collected. It's like a photocopy.

"A miracle, a miracle, someone can actually reach 90% of the fit and imitate it after seeing it for the first time!"

"Little brother, who did you practice your handwriting with?"

After carefully placing the piece of paper on the table, Mr. Liu raised his head and looked at Qin Feng with a surprised and expectant look, looking forward to his response!

He wanted to know who Qin Feng was, and the large characters he wrote down could completely imitate his handwriting on the piece of paper.

Including writing by hand, the outlines formed by shadows can all be consistent with one's own. The method of this kind of shoes is even more magical, and it is a complete show off of skills.

"I haven't learned it from anyone. It should be said that I am self-taught. I had a hobby for a while before, and I fell in love with ancient French writing, and then I wrote for a few months."

“Then I got bored and gave up.”

Qin Feng said in a very calm tone, and then put the brush on the table.

"Little brother, your words are too perfunctory. Although your imitation ability is very strong, I want to know what your own creative ability and your own style are like. Why don't you compare with me, let's work together Write four big characters and see whose handwriting is more neat and artistic."

Suddenly, he had a competitive spirit and planned to decide the outcome with Qin Feng, and there happened to be someone who could bear witness.

"of course can."

"It just so happens that I haven't written this for a while, and now I feel itchy after reading it."

Qin Feng nodded without hesitation, and then Yan Yan waved his hand and came. A security guard asked him to bring another pen and an inkstone. In about ten minutes, everything would be ready. Lin Zhan and Mr. Liu each Standing in front of a table, placed in front of them were two huge pieces of rice paper.

"Just write and let the golden roc spread its wings."

After Liu Lao thought for a while, he spoke. Qin Feng nodded and agreed without any hesitation. The two began to write. I saw that Liu Lao's style was calm and capable, and there was a trace of emotion in every stroke. A calm flavor.

But Qin Feng was completely different. He was holding the pen and writing wildly on the paper.

It seems that writing is simply too easy for him.

There are no restrictions.

After about a few minutes, both Qin Feng and Mr. Liu had finished writing.

There were eight characters in total on the two pieces of paper, all of which said Jin Peng Spreading Wings, and they were placed together. At that moment, everyone's eyes fell on Qin Feng's piece of paper!

It is also the four big characters of Jinpeng spreading its wings.

And it's quite satisfactory, but when compared with Mr. Liu's, there is an instant gap.

Mr. Liu was stunned on the spot, his eyes constantly wandering back and forth between his own handwriting and the handwriting written by Qin Feng.

After comparing for more than 20 minutes, he took a deep breath.

"Little brother, if you hadn't been around for more than ten years this time, you would definitely not be able to reach this level and attainment. It's hard to imagine how you could choose to like this kind of ancient writing at your age."

"You won this competition. Your font is not only neat, but also contains artistic conception."

"And all my words are imitations, and the imitations are nondescript. Thank you little brother for your advice today. I was reckless just now. I didn't believe your words. I was too superficial."

When he said this, Mr. Liu actually bent down and made an ancient worship gesture towards Qin Feng. This was already a great etiquette and also expressed his inner respect.

Yan Zheng next to him saw it, and he began to admire Qin Feng in his heart. He actually understood ancient writing at such a young age, and had such profound attainments.

Even Mr. Liu was conquered.

This made his understanding of Qin Feng deepen again.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu. Although your handwriting is imitating, it is already considered good to be able to imitate it to this extent."

"Do you know who painted this calligraphy?"

Qin Feng suddenly pointed at the selected note in the wooden box that Mr. Liu took out, and said mysteriously.

"I have been investigating for a long time, but there have been no clues, and I can't find any clues. Who is this deity? If my little brother knows, please tell me."

Hearing what Qin Feng said, Mr. Liu became interested instantly. You must know that when he picked up this calligraphy, he was already completely obsessed with it.

Inextricable.

He became a fan of the owner of this calligraphy and has been imitating it, but he has never imitated the true meaning of this calligraphy because the artistic conception is too difficult.

"Then Mr. Liu has heard that there is a scholar with a magic pen in the Western Regions."

Suddenly, Qin Feng spoke.

Immediately, Mr. Liu's face changed slightly, showing a look of surprise. His eyes were full of shock, and his eyes fell on the calligraphy sticker again.

"Lu Luo, the scholar with the magic pen?"

"This man is the king of magic pens in modern times and is famous internationally. Is this copybook really from his hand?"

I didn’t expect that Mr. Liu had actually heard of the scholar with the magic pen.

"I didn't say that this copybook was written by him in the Northern Desert."

"This is also the only copybook that has no similarity to his style. If you know something about his works, you should be able to feel the same artistic conception from his copybook "Chang Feng Yin".

Qin Feng spoke again, and at this time Mr. Liu finally came and understood.

"I see. No wonder I keep imitating his artistic conception, but I can't find the true meaning and essence at all."

"Thanks for letting me know, little brother."

When he heard this, Mr. Liu also said to Qin Feng with great gratitude.

"Come on, let's do some more gesticulations to see whose words have a deeper artistic conception. I am determined to beat you today."

"This time we won't compare words. Instead, let's compare words. Let's do an ancient style landscape painting. What do you think?"

When he meets an opponent in chess, when he meets an expert like Qin Feng, Liu Lao knows about the fields that he likes, and no one in those circles can arouse his interest!

The Qin Feng in front of him gave him a mysterious feeling, as if if he defeated Qin Feng, he would be able to see Qin Feng's origin and identity. This strong attraction gave him the feeling that he had originally felt towards this picture. The pursuit and persistence of the copybook have the same feeling.

"Well, I'm going to compete with Mr. Liu on drawing."

Qin Feng's long-standing hobby was finally aroused. He nodded without hesitation, picked up his pen, and started competing with Wandering.