It's reasonable for me to be versatile as a variety show guy, right?

And the most important thing is the brushwork in the running pen!

One is the center forward, and the lines between the lines reveal a kind of mellow and quiet beauty.

The second is the side front, which shows a unique trend of seductiveness in the meaning of the sentence. Generally speaking, it has sharp edges and corners, which is unforgettable!

Moreover, the brushwork used in this whole poem is even more clear, with thinner brushstrokes and thicker strokes by pressing down on the edge of the edge, giving people a deep sense of shock.

Coupled with the free turning and turning of the text, the whole poem is chic and elegant, with delicate bones, which will inevitably make the viewers astonished as heaven!

The sound of gasping for air continued to be heard from the crowd. No one expected that an unknown junior would have such a good hand!

The corner of Wang Hao's mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes swept over the faces of everyone present.

Looking at the shocked faces, he couldn't help but want to laugh. This group of people originally looked dismissive of him, but now they all changed their expressions.

Especially that Yang Chuntao, who used to have a proud face, has now turned into a big "bitter melon".

Those are the words of Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy. Even Wang Hao worried that it would be too shocking, so he only used a little or two of his skills.

But even if it is only one or two points, for Yang Chuntao, it is a dimensionality reduction blow!

These two pictures are not at the same level at all, they can't even be compared, there is simply a gap between heaven and earth!

"Granddaughter, are you sure this kid is really what you said, just a variety star in the entertainment industry?"

Mr. Guo didn't take it seriously at first, but after reading Wang Hao's words, he suddenly wondered if his silly granddaughter had been cheated.

Mr. Guo usually likes to copy some copybooks, so he has a deep understanding of characters.

As far as this level of writing skills is concerned, there is one in the literary circle nowadays, who dares to say with certainty that he can compare?

Yang Chuntao?

What is he?

Not to mention him, even those old bastards from the Huaxia Academy of Literature have to bow down!

There were constant discussions around, and everyone was shocked by Wang Hao's calligraphy skills.

If he is close to a hundred years old, then everyone can barely accept it, but it is a bit unacceptable for a boy in his early twenties to write such a good handwriting.

Among the crowd, many old men who claimed to be "masters of calligraphy" couldn't help but blush. Wang Hao's handwriting not only slapped Yang Chuntao in the face, but also made them a little embarrassed.

They are all old people who are half of their bodies on the verge of being buried in the ground. After writing for most of their lives, they are not as good as a young man?

Where is this Nima going to reason?

However, when everyone was shocked by Wang Hao's calligraphy skills, Mr. Guo who was standing in front of the square table came back to his senses and noticed the poem on the rice paper.

"Ling Gong peaches and plums all over the world? Using peaches and plums as students, this is to praise Zuo Lao's great achievements in teaching and educating people!"

Following Mr. Guo's reminder, everyone immediately fixed their eyes on the content of the poem.

"The Lvyetang occupies Wuhua, and passers-by point to Dao Linggong."

"If the world is full of peaches and plums, why use more flowers in front of the hall?"

"hiss!!!"

As the recitation was repeated over and over again, gradually, there was another sound of gasping in the hall,

Everyone stared at the poem with dumbfounded eyes, a deep envy gradually appeared on their faces, and they wished they could take this poem as their own right away.

The world is full of peaches and plums!

Just these five words have already told Zuo Min'an's great achievements in teaching and educating people at Huaxia Drama Academy in the past ten years.

Guo Xiaoxue couldn't help but clapped her hands and applauded, and praised: "It's really well written!"

With this voice, there was a noisy discussion in the hall, and the eyes of everyone looking at Zuo Min'an inevitably changed.

"This poem will definitely become a good story passed down through the ages, Mr. Zuo is so lucky!"

"Why have I never seen this poem? I have never heard of it? It shouldn't be! It is impossible for such a good masterpiece to remain unknown."

"It seems that the old man is also ignorant, and I have never heard of this psalm,"

While talking, everyone fixed their eyes on Wang Hao, waiting for his answer.

At this moment, Fang Chao came out as a wingman, and asked curiously, "This poem...isn't it your own original work?"

"what!!!"

There was a sudden exclamation.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, such a top-notch poem was created by this young junior himself?

how can that be!

Although Wang Hao didn't answer directly, the calm expression on his face clearly gave a definite answer.

"This is the work of Bai Juyi, the king of poetry, hey, it won't scare you to death!" He muttered secretly in his heart.

On the other side, with the compliments from everyone, Yang Chuntao's face became more and more ugly, and his face was flushed red, as if he was unwilling.

Seeing this, Wang Hao immediately frowned.

Dissatisfied?

Then write until you take it!

He said slowly: "The ink is dry, so I will collect it and change it to rice paper."

"okay,"

There was a echo from the crowd, and Fang Chao quickly approached, quickly rolling up the poems on the table.

Guo Lei, who was watching from the sidelines, was even more impressed. He hurriedly took the rice paper handed over by the clerk, and spread it on the long table in two or three strokes.

In the next second, the ink fell on the rice paper again.

"Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks."

"Thousands of thousands of blows are still strong, Ren Er is wind from east, west, south and north."

After putting away the pen and putting it into the ink tray, Wang Hao looked up at Zhou Liangyin and the others, with a half-smile and a slight mockery on his face.

Seeing this, the faces of many insiders in the crowd suddenly became extremely exciting.

Zhou Liangyin's face turned green immediately, and he suddenly raised his right hand to point at Wang Hao, the anger in his eyes almost burst out.

But at this moment, Zuo Min'an suddenly took a step forward, separating the two who were facing each other.

"What's the reason for Mr. Zhou? Didn't the younger generation just write a poem? Why are you so annoyed?"

As soon as this remark came out, Zhou Liangyin immediately reacted, and hurriedly stopped and stood proudly.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly and didn't reply, and the people around him also read two meanings from the poem.

One is Zuo Min'an's tenacious "virtue". Even if Zhou Liangyin and others make things difficult, he still insists on his belief and refuses to relax.

The second is to imply that Zhou Liangyin and others are despicable and shameless, and they will use any means to achieve their own goals and openly make trouble at this apprentice banquet!

One poem has two meanings.

Although everyone couldn't say it clearly, they secretly gave Wang Hao a thumbs up.

This junior has a bright future!

After the ink was dry, Fang Chao, who had already been eager to try, rushed up again, and put away the poem under the envy of the surrounding audience.

Although many people wanted to denounce it, but Wang Hao's two poems were obviously written for Zuo Min An De, and they still couldn't get over it.

Guo Lei spread out the rice paper again, and signaled to Wang Hao with a smile that he could continue.

But Wang Hao didn't start writing. Instead, he turned his head to look at Yang Chuntao who was hiding behind Zhou Liangyin, with a teasing smile gradually appearing on his face.

Although this kid has a good literary talent, it can be seen from the poem he wrote that he is definitely not a good person.

But how could a good student who is both good in character and academics use such a strongly insulting poem to mock the elders in the circle?

It can be seen from this that there is not a single good guy in Zhou Liangyin's group!

Then he doesn't have to be polite.

"How is it? Are you convinced? Come up and make gestures if you don't agree?" Wang Hao dipped the brush in ink and handed it in the direction where Yang Chuntao was standing.

For a while, the hall was silent.

Feeling the playful eyes of the people around him, Yang Chuntao only felt his face burning and hurting.

Wang Hao's two poems were like two slaps, which slapped him hard on the face, making a "slap" sound.

Faced with the provocation, Yang Chuntao wanted to rush out desperately and show Wang Hao a wave of Taekwondo that he had practiced hard for several years.

But he was surrounded by elders in the folk arts and literature circles. If he really did this, the path of literature would be completely cut off.

But even so, he was still unwilling to admit defeat, "Hmph, don't be complacent, isn't it just two poems? Whether it's your work has yet to be determined, and it might be plagiarized from others. What's the big deal?"

Yang Chuntao deliberately avoided the flaws in his calligraphy and attacked Wang Hao's poems.

Anyway, no one can prove that this poem was written by him, isn't it just nonsense?He is too familiar with this.

However, after hearing this, Wang Hao was immediately happy!

There is really no lower limit to how shameless this guy is, and I don't know how he was admitted to the Huaxia Academy of Literature?Did you go through the back door?

Of course, these are all things for later, the most important thing now is to make Yang Chuntao completely submit!

"System, customize some hateful poems for me, the more ruthless the better!"

As soon as the voice fell, the system seemed to have been prepared, and there was a new reminder immediately.

"Ding. Deduct 100 million popularity points and exchange for [-] hateful poems!" 』

……

"Molai!"

"I'll study, I'll study!"

Guo Lei looked excited, and rushed over in three steps in two steps, his face full of expressions that he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

It's been a long time since his "Qinglu Xiaoxuan" has been so lively. These literary guys are so good at playing, how could they think of writing poems to curse people?

interesting!So much fun!

As thick black ink emerged from the ink tray, Wang Hao laughed mockingly and started writing.

"Snake and Snake's great words come out of their mouths."

"Smart words are like a spring, and the face is thick."

I finished writing a poem, but Wang Hao didn't give up.

"Change the rice paper."

With a soft drink, Fang Chao immediately cooperated with Guo Lei, one collecting paper and one laying paper.

As soon as Zhen Shi put it down, Wang Hao pulled the pen out of the ink tray.

"Xiangshu has a body, but he is rude."

"If you are rude, you will die."

After writing another new poem, without Wang Hao's special order, Fang Chao and Guo Lei looked at each other and smiled, and the two finished collecting and laying the paper with ease.

Wang Hao picked up his pen again,

"Rotten wood cannot be carved, and a wall of dung cannot be smashed,"

"Yu Er and He Zhu?"

...

"Hundreds of trials and thousands of hammers make a needle, upside down and upside down."

"The eyes grow on the buttocks, only recognize the clothes but not the people!"

...

Perhaps because the writing was too smooth, Wang Hao couldn't stop writing for a while.

More than a dozen "best works" have been published, and just drying these poems almost takes up the tabletops and chairs in the entire hall.

Until the end, if the ink tray hadn't run out of ink, I'm afraid he still had the idea to continue writing!