Ordinary observers in fast time travel

Liu Heng smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, pinched the paper with his index finger and thumb, picked it up lightly, and threw it into the air, "Whew——"

Mo Bao painted a stream of light, and in the next second a seven-character quatrain appeared in the air.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. "

All the people present looked at the golden characters flashing in the air, and began to recite one after another.Once or twice, the recitation slowly turned into a chant, which was passed on.

"It can be said that it comes at your fingertips, without any trace of artificiality!"

"Reading this poem, I feel that the paper is full of spring breeze, the eyes are full of flowers, and the human face is blurred. No need to describe it, I will naturally feel that it is a beautiful woman." 1
"Comparing Miss Wanxi to a fairy descending to earth, it's really ingenious!"

"To see such a masterpiece, Sansheng is really lucky!"

"..."

The students showed their talents and praised this poem. Liu Heng, who made this poem, kept a faint smile on his face, giving people a sense of humility and courtesy.

In fact, he was happy in his heart, praise, praise quickly, praise to your heart's content, the more you praise, the better, the more that kid Qin Zhen's luck is tilted like mine.

Liu Heng watched happily in his heart, and the golden mist emitted by the golden dragon on Qin Zhen's body gathered towards him, very happy.

Chu Ningyan, who was sitting in the corridor watching, was also amazed when she saw this poem.What a good thing, if she had a pen and ink in her hand, she would definitely write it down, um, on a piece of paper.

Such gorgeous and exquisite poems are most suitable for writing on flower paper!

She looked at Liu Heng again, she didn't pay attention to it before, but now she looks carefully, she is indeed Yushu Linfeng, with an extraordinary appearance, and has the temperament of a great poet, but...why does she feel that this person is a little uncoordinated?

She looked intently again, and suddenly, a black light flashed from Liu Heng's body.Huh?what happened?Did you read it wrong?She rubbed her eyes and looked again, only to see that his manner was surging, showing signs of being promoted.

Um?It's strange, his breath seems to be connected with Mr. Qin's.

The more Chu Ningyan looked at it, the more she felt strange. Just as she was thinking whether to take a closer look, she heard another exclamation from the crowd!
"Heaven - ink, ink, ink treasure!"

Everyone who was immersed in the poetry was startled again, their hearts beat violently, did the sun come out from the west today?First there is calligraphy appreciation, then Jiuzhang prose and poetry, and now there is another calligraphy!
Could it be that the sages also felt that it was not easy for all the students to gather together, so they specially bestowed calligraphy to win the hearts of all the students?

"What calligraphy? Quickly take it out and have a look?"

"No, no, I just think Brother Liu's poem is wonderful, and I wanted to keep it, so I copied it." The man showed the paper in his hand to everyone.

It was a piece of paper with that nine-foot-length poem written on it!
But it is not the point whether the paper is flowery or not, the paper is just a carrier.

"This, what's going on?" Why copying poems can also form a treasure of calligraphy is of course possible, but generally only masters of calligraphy or great Confucianists.

"Yes, let's talk about it in detail."

"Is such that……

Time back to a quarter of an hour ago

"Brother Lu, this poem is so well written! Every single word is irreplaceable!"

"Yes!" Lu Shusheng agreed very much.

"If I can write such good poems... Huh? Brother Lu, what are you doing?" Lin Shusheng was puzzled when he saw Lu Shusheng rummaging through the bookcase.

"This is a good poem, so I naturally want to write it down. And it's most suitable to write on Rumeng's flower paper." Lu Shusheng quickly pulled out the beautiful flower paper from the book.

"Hey, I heard that everyone like Meng has drawn a set of lady's flower paper before. Unfortunately, I didn't get it. If I got it, it would be more suitable to write on the lady's flower paper!"

While Lu Shusheng was feeling emotional, he kept moving his hands. The brushes, ink ingots, and inkstones were placed neatly, the paperweight pressed the flower paper, and he poured some tea and began to grind the ink.

Lin Shusheng watched his movements and joked, "Aren't you very precious about your flower paper? Why are you willing to use it for writing?"

"That's right, so it must be a good work to write on it. Otherwise, it doesn't matter if you waste the flower paper, and it would be a pity to insult the paintings of everyone like Meng."

"So, you don't like the flower paper, but the paintings on it?"

"Of course, the flower notes are just a piece of paper. What's there to like?" Lu Shusheng replied naturally. He fiddled with the brush to see how thick the ink was. Then he took a deep breath and began to write.

Seeing this, Shusheng Lin stopped talking so as not to disturb him.

Lu Shusheng was engrossed in copying poems, and he seemed to see a charming and plump beauty in a trance, a young talented man holding a wine glass and splashing ink.

For a moment, he seemed to turn into that genius, splashing ink on the magnificent palace.How fun!
He shook his head violently, startled, and quickly looked at the poems under his pen, and suddenly found that the poems and essays had been written, and even the signature had been completed, Taibai?
ah?who is it?

I get words for myself in my dreams?

However, something that surprised him even more happened in the next second. The words that had not seen the strength of character actually glowed with golden light, and the peonies on the flower paper also echoed the golden light.

Lin Shusheng and Lu Shusheng watched helplessly as the seal of heaven and earth appeared, printed on the flower paper, and turned into a calligraphy treasure!
In addition to concealing the scenes he saw in a trance, Lu Shusheng described the process in detail as much as possible, even turning a few times when he was grinding the ink, and fiddled a few times when adjusting the brush.

Everyone heard it clearly, but they didn't understand it.You looked at him in a daze, what are you talking about?Dare you say it again?
We want to hear the reasons for the formation of ink treasures!
"That's it. I really don't know." Lu Shusheng was in a panic now, a little worried that his life would be explained here.

"Is there really nothing else?"

"No more." Lu Shusheng shook his head.

"Cough, brother, can you show it to me? Don't worry, I will return it to you." Liu Heng is in a very bad mood now. Since the reappearance of calligraphy, his luck connection with Qin Zhen has been smooth. interrupted.

"Okay." Lu Shusheng nodded, and passed the flower paper in his hand, a little embarrassed, it was obviously the other party's poem, and after he copied it himself, it became a treasure of calligraphy.

It's kind of like grabbing someone's favor.

"This brother's handwriting is pretty good, and after a few years of practice, he will be able to see his strength." Liu Heng's tone was flat, but his words poked people's lungs.

Lu Shusheng's face turned red and then pale when he heard it.

"Taibai? Is this your handwriting?" Liu Heng lowered his eyes and looked unpredictable.

"Ah, yes, because my name is Hao, so the characters are too white! The elders in the family got them." Lu Shusheng blurted out, for some reason he didn't want to tell the truth, "I'm sorry Brother Liu, I was too obsessed when I just transcribed it. It's because your poem is too good Because of this, I unconsciously wrote my own name when signing the signature.”

"I'm really sorry! Brother Liu, don't worry, Xiaosheng will never show this flower paper to others."

Liu Heng nodded, "No problem, I wrote this poem in public, and everyone can witness it."

"Yes, and this is a nine-foot-length poem recognized by heaven and earth. Who dares to steal it." Others promised.

Liu Heng twitched the corner of his mouth and returned the flower note to Lu Hao.

At this point, everyone lost interest in talking about poetry and essays, and began to appreciate calligraphy again.

As the organizer, the owner of Zhiyuan Bookstore, the mood at this time can be described as twists and turns. At this time, seeing people continue to taste calligraphy, the mood is complicated, like eating chicken ribs. (end of this chapter)