Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Most of the people who practice Chinese characters love cleanliness, pay attention to order and neatness, and the Four Treasures of the Study are valued and cherished by literati.

Song Ye's rude technique with ink on his hands was immediately sentenced to death by the literati present.

In fact, it is right to think about it. Calligraphy is a foundation that can be accumulated over many years. Song Ye has only studied under Meng Ziheng for two months. I am afraid that he can't even grind ink well. It seems that this competition is also a young man's mood, and it can't be done.

Thinking about it like this, the expectations of everyone present for this test have also dropped a lot, and they are also a little careless and less focused.

But when Song Yelang waved his pen for the first time, someone on the field suddenly exclaimed, "Look."

Awakened by this sound, everyone's eyes turned to look in the same direction, their eyes fell on the slender Hao wrist of the young man, and when they saw the black and white words slowly spread out under her hands, they couldn't help taking a breath.

"This is..." Even Meng Ziheng, who was beside him, couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes were burning, and he dared not miss every pause and outline of Langhao's brush.

The boy was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, his back was straight, his wrists were slender but with a faint strength, the wolf brush was held in his hand, and he was arrogant. , as if seeing the beauty of the drunken madness and splashing ink.

As the boy's wrists flipped, the handwriting gradually emerged. The characters were wild and varied, and the dots were continuous into pieces, like a flood dragon swimming freely in the water, and like a crane flying high in the forest, seemingly random. There are no rules, but there is a momentum that spews out of the paper, which makes the listeners feel shocking and trembling.

Yes, this is wild grass.

Until the undulating brush strokes heroically drew the last stroke, the boy's fingertips flicked, and he threw the wolf directly on the inkstone. More arrogant.

No one dared to say that Song Ye did not cherish the ink inkstone and behaved vulgarly. In their opinion, this was the highest artistic conception of Crazy Grass.

"Nice word, what a piece of unparalleled wild grass!" Regardless of anyone's comment, everyone present couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement. They gathered around in twos and threes, and worshipped the wild grass handwriting on the table.

Although the fonts of calligraphy study have their own advantages and flowers bloom, after thousands of years of changes, there are fewer and fewer people practicing cursive fonts on calligraphy brush characters, and it is even rarer to be able to do so outstandingly.

Therefore, Song Ye's calligraphy is completely rare and precious, and instantly smashes the next-door children into scum.

At this time, even Old Man Meng couldn't help but walk over, looked left and right, and after savoring it carefully, he nodded his head with satisfaction and affirmation, "Yes, yes, it's true that young people can have such power now. It's rare, and the style of writing is unique. It's not an exaggeration for everyone. Ziheng, if your classmate is interested, you can invite more of your classmates to sit at home. There are many cursive copybooks in the study. helped."

Although the old man is deeply thoughtful and has some uncompromising means for the family business, he is also a person who cherishes talents and loves talents. In fact, he does not reject the talented younger generation.

With the personal identification of Mr. Meng, even if the Bai family wanted to refute anything, they couldn't find a reason.

On the other hand, the little boy Bai Wenbo was disgraced, and was very unconvinced. After carefully looking at the wild grass on the table next door, he said in a strong voice: "Impossible! Your wild grass is absolutely impossible to write in two months. come out."

Although he admitted that he lost, he was completely unacceptable to the statement that he lost to two months to start. Although he is talented, he has worked hard in calligraphy as a child, and he has suffered no less than others, so he is very sure that Song Ye's crazy grass has more than two months of skill.

The child is serious, how can other people not see it, after thinking about it carefully, they all look at Song Ye, trying to find an exact answer.

"I lied to you, what's the benefit of me." Song Ye stood by the desk, just glanced at it lightly, and then added, "It can only be said that a famous teacher produces a master apprentice."

"You... liar!" Bai Wenbo blushed with anger, and finally roared, unable to hold back his grievance any longer, and ran out with a flick of his hand.

Song Ye's mouth twitched, this kind of stinky child should be discouraged, so as not to grow more crooked in the future.

Of course, Aunt Song didn't feel any guilt for bullying her children at all.

Bai Hua took a deep look at Song Ye, and the expression in his eyes was a little unpredictable.

Song Ye kept saying that he was Meng Ziheng's apprentice, and it was nothing more than putting a high hat on Meng Ziheng, so that he had no way to directly trouble the Meng family. But today, he specifically inquired about it and made a plan to come and disrupt the situation, but in the end he was beaten in the face.

The unexpected turn of events was this little-known boy.

Song Ye naturally felt Bai Hua's gaze, but she didn't feel hurt at the moment, she didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, and temporarily helped the Meng family to suppress the other party at the banquet, and the good show in the future will have to wait and see.

"It's really a hero. We were all stupid just now. This little friend, we hereby apologize to you." In the crowd, these literati were also ashamed of their self-serving just now, and they all stood up and generously. Apologize. They all say that words are like people, and people who can have such a mastery of calligraphy will definitely not be a trivial person.

Fu Tonger watched the scene from the side and the wind was one-sided. The place that should have belonged to her became the home of the teenagers. Those praises also fell on Song Ye. Instead, she, the protagonist who deserves the most attention, was crowded into the corner. Indifferent.

At this moment, her sense of crisis was stronger than ever.

She also really felt that no matter if Song Ye was a man or a woman, this person was her number one rival.

Song Ye and Meng Ziheng withdrew on their own while everyone was appreciating the wild grass.

Wang Qianqian jumped up and down and ran over, clasped her hands together, stared at her eyes, and made a gesture of adoration, "Song Ye, whenever I think you are omnipotent, you can always refresh the upper limit for me, oh, you are my idol. "

This time, even Fang Ye was impressed. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "If you can play golf, I really hope you can come and visit my house on the weekend." In view of the fact that Song Ye's ability has been displayed in every aspect of the past few times. Approaching the perfect performance, Fang Ye really wants to tap talents for his own industry in time.

Le Mingyu snorted lightly, some disdain for these people's dog legs, he turned his head, just looked at the door, but his eyes froze.