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Chapter 192

After Jiang Tianle wrote this picture, the whole person seemed to have collapsed, his back was sweating, and he just seemed to spell out the strength of his whole body.

"Tianle, are you done writing?"

Nan Yuanzhang glanced at Jiang Tianle and asked in bewilderment, because at this moment, Jiang Tianle's face turned a little pale.

However, soon, Jiang Tianle returned to normal and showed a smug smile again.

"Grandpa Nan, I've written it, can I show it to everyone?"

Jiang Tianle asked with a confident look.

"Of course you can!"

Among so many people, Jiang Tianle is still the first to finish writing, and he is the first in terms of speed, but he doesn't know the quality of calligraphy.

Jiang Tianle gestured to his assistant and held up the picture he had written.

The moon was falling and the sky was full of frost, and Jiang Feng was sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, arrived at the passenger ship at midnight.

After everyone present saw what Jiang Tianle wrote, they read it.

It turned out to be the Fengqiao Night Park written by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty, which is a famous seven-word epigram.

The poems are good, the words are good, and many people show their praise for Jiang Tianle.

"Director Jiang, this painting written by your grandson, I really see the skill at a young age, every stroke is so beautiful, this writing is wonderful!"

A man next to Jiang Feng couldn't help but praise.

"Children write and play indiscriminately, you say so, it will make him proud, his tail!"

Although Jiang Feng said modestly, his heart actually blossomed, and his grandson was praised so much, and he also had face.

"Grandpa Nan, what do you think of my painting?"

Jiang Tianle was praised by a group of laymen a little fluttering.

Nan Yuanzhang glanced at it and quickly found several flaws, even the difference in the intensity and depth of the pen.

Obviously, when Jiang Feng wrote this picture, he had too many thoughts and too much force, and he didn't come by hand!

"This writing is okay, you continue to work hard, there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future!"

Nan Yuanzhang said this, but also for Jiang Tianle's good, humble and low-key can make a young man go longer and more steadily.

Hearing this, Jiang Tianle instantly frowned, and everyone could see that he was a little unhappy, because Nan Yuanzhang did not fully affirm his calligraphy level.

"Tianle's writing is okay, but this word, a little problem, not smooth enough, just practice more in the future!"

At this time, an old man with a childlike appearance said bluntly.

His comments were even more straightforward than Nan Yuanzhang's, criticizing Jiang Tianle's problems in front of everyone.

This made Jiang Tianle's face change and he became even more unhappy.

"I think this word should be written like this, it is more beautiful to write like this!"

Jiang Tianle replied, not caring about the identity of the other party at all.

Seeing Jiang Tianle talking back to an elder, this was worth it, but it was the opposite of Tiangang, so, Jiang Feng hurriedly stepped forward, whispered, and said, "You give me two words less, what others say, you will accept it humbly!" "

What kind of occasion is this, they are all senior bigwigs, Jiang Tianle is a little confused about the big and small kings.

Jiang Tianle glanced at it casually, and saw Ye Chen and Huang Xinyan standing together, talking and laughing, talking in whispers, this kind of intimate behavior of ear curls made Jiang Tianle jealous to the point of going crazy.

At this moment, his emotions were completely out of control!

"I am already considered the best among the young generation in the domestic calligraphy industry, I write so well, you are still nitpicking, all kinds of picks, but you treat a straw bale who does not understand anything as a guest, a group of old fools!"

Jiang Tianle said in a loud voice.

Jiang Tianle's rebellious words startled Jiang Feng, so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Although Nan Yuanzhang did not know what deep hatred there was between Jiang Tianle and Ye Chen, it could be clearly seen that Jiang Tianle was full of jealousy towards Ye Chen.

In the face of Jiang Tianle's on-the-spot provocation, Ye Chen looked calm and stepped forward.

Ye Chen glanced at the calligraphy written by Jiang Tianle, spit out four words in his mouth, and said, "Rely on defense!" "

You..."

Jiang Tianle was so angry that his face turned red, he didn't expect that the calligraphy he wrote, in Ye Chen's eyes, was inferior to shit!

"Where do you come from with confidence, you actually dare to say that my calligraphy is a defense, you have the ability to write a picture to see, if you write worse than me, it is the defense in the defense!"

Jiang Tianle used the method of agitation, in his opinion, as long as Ye Chen dared to write, he would be afraid to show his cowardice later, and the font was written crookedly, which would be embarrassing in front of everyone.

"Come and come, pen, ink and paper are waiting!"

Ye Chen suddenly felt and said arrogantly.

"Quick, hurry, prepare pen, ink and paper for Ye Shao!"

Seeing that Ye Chen was about to splash ink, Nan Yuanzhang showed an expectant smile on his face.

"Hehe, pig nose with green onions, pretend!"

Jiang Tianle said sarcastically.

At this time, everyone gathered around, of course, many people were holding the mentality of watching lively and watching jokes.

After all, Jiang Tianle's calligraphy level is already very powerful, but he was judged by this man as a defense, but he didn't know what shocking calligraphy he could write.

Huang Xinyan also looked curious and squeezed in front of the crowd, just to see Ye Chen create calligraphy up close.

As for what to write, Ye Chen instantly had an idea in his mind.

There are so many coquettish rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waist.

cherishing the Qin Emperor Han Wu, slightly losing literary style; Tangzong and Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows the bent bow and shoots the big eagle.

In the past, count the popular figures, and look at the present dynasty.

In a piece of calligraphy, the gestures start with the first word, and the gestures of the subsequent characters are all inherited from the upper word. From the first word to the last word, only if the gesture of the word is smooth, the spirit of calligraphy will continue to penetrate.

When Ye Chen wrote the first word, the knowledgeable person already showed an excited expression.

Ye Chen, who entered the book saint mode in a second, at this moment, he seemed to have a Wang Xizhi's hand, every word was a stroke of God, and in a very short time, Ye Chen finished writing the poems of this great leader.

Ye Chen's face was as calm as water, and he signaled that everyone could come forward and observe.

The first to see the whole picture were these professionals of the Calligraphers Association, and when they saw this dragon flying phoenix dance, the wonderful calligraphy, they were incredible to the extreme, and they couldn't make any sound for a while.

The whole calligraphy from the first stroke to the last stroke, the qi veins are connected and cannot be interrupted. A work that changes and is consistent in its rules, because it is consistent as a whole, often has a sense of "moving clouds and flowing water".

The idea of calligraphy comes from the ancient people's outlook on life, and calligraphy is indispensable.

The breath of the book comes from the writer. In the process of writing, the writer uses pen and ink to bring his own qi into the dot painting, which becomes the qi of the book. A piece of calligraphy, vivid and divine because of qi.

"Good, good, good!"

Nan Yuanzhang took the lead in breaking the silence and couldn't help but applaud, and the whole person was in a complex emotion of shock and excitement.