Give one hundred million to answer the question
Chapter 110
Chapter 110
The man in the suit was dumbfounded.
When I picked up the writing brush earlier, I had to accumulate energy for a long time before picking it up.
The writing brush looks light on the surface, but the old man put a lot of effort into making this writing brush, and he couldn't even hold it without the strength.
But right now, this kid obviously looks so thin, but why did he pick it up all at once?
What is this, innate power?
And the eyes of the old man on the side also showed a touch of surprise, only he himself knows how much his pen is worth.
This kid can actually lift it with one hand without even panting... It's kind of interesting.
Most people think that calligraphy and painting is nothing more than looking at the artistic conception, brushwork and so on.
But in fact, there is another most basic way of judging, that is to see whether the other party is holding the pen firmly.
The stability of a calligrapher's brush grip determines the level of his works.
Only when you hold the pen firmly enough can the calligraphy you write be able to highlight the strength.
If you can't even hold a pen steadily, how can you write calligraphy that is unparalleled in the world?
Although my pen has already surpassed the level that ordinary people can hold, but this kid can hold it with one hand, and the stability of holding the pen has reached an inhuman level.
At this time, Ye Chen had the same feeling as when he picked up the brush last time. This brush seemed to come alive and became an extension of his arm.
[God-level calligraphy skills: like an arm command. 】
The original intention is to think that the arm controls the fingers. When a real calligrapher wields the brush, he should turn the brush into a part of the body without any restraint.
The old man's eyes also lit up, and he shouted out the skill Ye Chen showed at this time in a low voice: "You can tell me... This kid can reach this level at such a young age."
At the same time, in the eyes of others, the moment Ye Chen held the brush, his temperament suddenly changed.
In the eyes of the old man, Ye Chen was originally an ordinary takeaway guy, maybe he was a bit handsome, but this didn't add any bonus to a calligrapher.
However, at the moment when he held the pen, the old man felt as if a towering mountain appeared in front of his eyes, the wind from the nine heavens howled wildly, and the dense clouds covering the sky were blown away, and a god in fluttering white clothes stood on the top of the mountain, The brush in my hand seems to be drawing the myriad of things in this world.
In the next second, everything is as usual.
The old man couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and looked at Ye Chen again, but this time there was no change.
"This kid... is a bit smart." The old man muttered to himself.
At this time, Ye Chen had already lifted up the brush, without any trembling, it was as firm as a mountain.
Although this writing brush can be said to be the gap between a giant and a dwarf compared with the usual writing brushes, it still appears flexible and free under the influence of the arms.
"Boy, you don't need 10 minutes. Let's start directly." The old man said suddenly.
With the ability Ye Chen has shown so far, it doesn't make any sense to let him continue to raise one arm horizontally, it's just a waste of time.
"Why doesn't he need to lift it horizontally?" The man in the suit suddenly became anxious, and asked with a look of resentment.
The old man gave him a sideways look and ignored him at all.
This kind of trash doesn't even have the qualifications to talk to himself.
The man in the suit refused to accept it, and wanted to continue asking questions, but some people who ate melons taunted him.
"My little brother is holding a pen like waving his arm, and you are almost shaking when you hold the pen."
"It's just like you, with small arms and legs, what else is there to be unconvinced about?"
"That's right, if you can't do it, don't try to be brave."
The man in the suit gulped blood up his throat, and almost couldn't hold back his breath.
Ye Chen didn't pay attention to the man in the suit's protest at all. He lifted the brush with one hand and did a flowery dance, which immediately drew applause from the surrounding audience.
The brush danced in an arc in the air, skimming the ink in front of it, and then the tip of the brush began to dance on the white wall like a swallow in the sky.
Strictly speaking, this is the first time Ye Chen has really written calligraphy.
Last time at the Painting and Calligraphy Association, that pen was much heavier than this one, so he only wrote a few numbers, so he had to put down the pen.
Although the pen is not light today, it is much easier for him to hold it in his hand, and there is no sense of sluggishness when writing. Instead, it is like an old calligrapher who has been immersed in calligraphy for many years. There is a dripping and carefree feeling in swiping.
Seeing this scene, the man in the suit was shocked.
He had personally experienced that writing brush, the weight was beyond imagination, and it was difficult for him to lift it up.
And Ye Chen could just pick it up with one hand, and he could write on the wall so easily, the man in the suit felt like he was dreaming.
Isn't this kid too strong?
And the people around were dumbfounded.
"This little brother has great strength..."
"And the calligraphy seems to be pretty good."
"It's amazing, you can actually pick up the pen with one hand."
If it's just that Ye Chen can write with a brush in one hand, that's nothing, at best, he has great strength.
But what shocked the man in the suit the most was that he actually felt a hearty pleasure from the calligraphy written by Ye Chen, and he even felt a little comfortable because of this feeling.
This is so ridiculous!
I saw Ye Chen holding a writing brush in one hand, shaking his wrist constantly, and the tip of the brush danced on the wall from time to time.
I saw the brush running like a dragon and snake, and then a pair of calligraphy appeared on the wall.
The content of calligraphy is the second half of a poem by Li Bai.
A fool in Kuaiji bought a minister, and Yu also resigned to the west and entered the Qin Dynasty.
Yang Tian laughed and went out, how are we from Penghao.
This poem comes from Li Bai's "Nanling Farewell Children Entering Beijing".
When Li Bai was 42 years old, he received a letter from Tang Xuanzong inviting him to be an official.
So Li Taibai, the poet fairy, felt that the time had come and it was time to show off his grand plans.
I bid farewell to my family immediately and wrote this soul-stirring poem.
To put it simply, hahahaha I was finally summoned, and I will be an official from now on. I know that I am not a farmer.
Ye Chen actually didn't think about what to write, but when he was writing, this poem involuntarily appeared in his mind.
Isn't this similar to his previous state?
I just knew that it is absolutely impossible for me to deliver food all my life. When I get rich, I can soar into the sky.
After writing these two lines of poems, Ye Chen felt a sense of arrogance in his chest, as if there was a burst of pride, he couldn't help but want to scream up to the sky, throw down the pen and leave with a laugh.
But in order not to lose his reputation, Ye Chen still restrained himself and did not do this.
(End of this chapter)
The man in the suit was dumbfounded.
When I picked up the writing brush earlier, I had to accumulate energy for a long time before picking it up.
The writing brush looks light on the surface, but the old man put a lot of effort into making this writing brush, and he couldn't even hold it without the strength.
But right now, this kid obviously looks so thin, but why did he pick it up all at once?
What is this, innate power?
And the eyes of the old man on the side also showed a touch of surprise, only he himself knows how much his pen is worth.
This kid can actually lift it with one hand without even panting... It's kind of interesting.
Most people think that calligraphy and painting is nothing more than looking at the artistic conception, brushwork and so on.
But in fact, there is another most basic way of judging, that is to see whether the other party is holding the pen firmly.
The stability of a calligrapher's brush grip determines the level of his works.
Only when you hold the pen firmly enough can the calligraphy you write be able to highlight the strength.
If you can't even hold a pen steadily, how can you write calligraphy that is unparalleled in the world?
Although my pen has already surpassed the level that ordinary people can hold, but this kid can hold it with one hand, and the stability of holding the pen has reached an inhuman level.
At this time, Ye Chen had the same feeling as when he picked up the brush last time. This brush seemed to come alive and became an extension of his arm.
[God-level calligraphy skills: like an arm command. 】
The original intention is to think that the arm controls the fingers. When a real calligrapher wields the brush, he should turn the brush into a part of the body without any restraint.
The old man's eyes also lit up, and he shouted out the skill Ye Chen showed at this time in a low voice: "You can tell me... This kid can reach this level at such a young age."
At the same time, in the eyes of others, the moment Ye Chen held the brush, his temperament suddenly changed.
In the eyes of the old man, Ye Chen was originally an ordinary takeaway guy, maybe he was a bit handsome, but this didn't add any bonus to a calligrapher.
However, at the moment when he held the pen, the old man felt as if a towering mountain appeared in front of his eyes, the wind from the nine heavens howled wildly, and the dense clouds covering the sky were blown away, and a god in fluttering white clothes stood on the top of the mountain, The brush in my hand seems to be drawing the myriad of things in this world.
In the next second, everything is as usual.
The old man couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and looked at Ye Chen again, but this time there was no change.
"This kid... is a bit smart." The old man muttered to himself.
At this time, Ye Chen had already lifted up the brush, without any trembling, it was as firm as a mountain.
Although this writing brush can be said to be the gap between a giant and a dwarf compared with the usual writing brushes, it still appears flexible and free under the influence of the arms.
"Boy, you don't need 10 minutes. Let's start directly." The old man said suddenly.
With the ability Ye Chen has shown so far, it doesn't make any sense to let him continue to raise one arm horizontally, it's just a waste of time.
"Why doesn't he need to lift it horizontally?" The man in the suit suddenly became anxious, and asked with a look of resentment.
The old man gave him a sideways look and ignored him at all.
This kind of trash doesn't even have the qualifications to talk to himself.
The man in the suit refused to accept it, and wanted to continue asking questions, but some people who ate melons taunted him.
"My little brother is holding a pen like waving his arm, and you are almost shaking when you hold the pen."
"It's just like you, with small arms and legs, what else is there to be unconvinced about?"
"That's right, if you can't do it, don't try to be brave."
The man in the suit gulped blood up his throat, and almost couldn't hold back his breath.
Ye Chen didn't pay attention to the man in the suit's protest at all. He lifted the brush with one hand and did a flowery dance, which immediately drew applause from the surrounding audience.
The brush danced in an arc in the air, skimming the ink in front of it, and then the tip of the brush began to dance on the white wall like a swallow in the sky.
Strictly speaking, this is the first time Ye Chen has really written calligraphy.
Last time at the Painting and Calligraphy Association, that pen was much heavier than this one, so he only wrote a few numbers, so he had to put down the pen.
Although the pen is not light today, it is much easier for him to hold it in his hand, and there is no sense of sluggishness when writing. Instead, it is like an old calligrapher who has been immersed in calligraphy for many years. There is a dripping and carefree feeling in swiping.
Seeing this scene, the man in the suit was shocked.
He had personally experienced that writing brush, the weight was beyond imagination, and it was difficult for him to lift it up.
And Ye Chen could just pick it up with one hand, and he could write on the wall so easily, the man in the suit felt like he was dreaming.
Isn't this kid too strong?
And the people around were dumbfounded.
"This little brother has great strength..."
"And the calligraphy seems to be pretty good."
"It's amazing, you can actually pick up the pen with one hand."
If it's just that Ye Chen can write with a brush in one hand, that's nothing, at best, he has great strength.
But what shocked the man in the suit the most was that he actually felt a hearty pleasure from the calligraphy written by Ye Chen, and he even felt a little comfortable because of this feeling.
This is so ridiculous!
I saw Ye Chen holding a writing brush in one hand, shaking his wrist constantly, and the tip of the brush danced on the wall from time to time.
I saw the brush running like a dragon and snake, and then a pair of calligraphy appeared on the wall.
The content of calligraphy is the second half of a poem by Li Bai.
A fool in Kuaiji bought a minister, and Yu also resigned to the west and entered the Qin Dynasty.
Yang Tian laughed and went out, how are we from Penghao.
This poem comes from Li Bai's "Nanling Farewell Children Entering Beijing".
When Li Bai was 42 years old, he received a letter from Tang Xuanzong inviting him to be an official.
So Li Taibai, the poet fairy, felt that the time had come and it was time to show off his grand plans.
I bid farewell to my family immediately and wrote this soul-stirring poem.
To put it simply, hahahaha I was finally summoned, and I will be an official from now on. I know that I am not a farmer.
Ye Chen actually didn't think about what to write, but when he was writing, this poem involuntarily appeared in his mind.
Isn't this similar to his previous state?
I just knew that it is absolutely impossible for me to deliver food all my life. When I get rich, I can soar into the sky.
After writing these two lines of poems, Ye Chen felt a sense of arrogance in his chest, as if there was a burst of pride, he couldn't help but want to scream up to the sky, throw down the pen and leave with a laugh.
But in order not to lose his reputation, Ye Chen still restrained himself and did not do this.
(End of this chapter)
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