My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 175

[Chapter 175 Homemade Calligraphy (Second Update)]

Among the three competitions, Qi Junguang is most confident in his calligraphy in this one.

He studied under the Imperial Master of the Southern Qi Dynasty and started copying copybooks before he could read. As someone just said, he has been a true child since childhood.

A person’s energy is limited. He didn’t believe that Jing Zhe was proficient in poetry and calligraphy.

So after writing the poem, he returned to his seat very calmly, closed his eyes and rested, waiting to see Jing Zhe.

Zhou Zhiwei did not drag his feet and finished writing three times, five times and two times five times.

In comparison, his calligraphy is a bit miserable, which is understandable. Jinxi’s writing style is already weak. It is already quite rare for him to be proficient in poetry. It is really difficult to ask him to write good calligraphy.

So among the two who finished writing, Qi Junguang was the better one, with a bigger smile on his face.

Zhou Zhiwei was in a good mood and was not depressed by it.

In fact, he was extremely satisfied to be able to advance to the second round, and for him, the biggest reward today was not to advance, but to meet such an interesting and awesome brother Jing Zhe.

After finishing writing, he walked up to Jing Zhe and saw him staring at the rice paper on the table and holding the pen in a daze, so he asked curiously: “Brother Jing, why haven’t you finished writing for so long?”

After hearing this, everyone else held their breath and waited. he answered.

“Because…”

Jing Zhe thought for a while, feeling a little embarrassed: “I know too many calligraphy skills, and I couldn’t decide which one to write at the moment.”

“…”

Zhou Zhiwei gave him a thumbs up, thinking I thought I, Brother Jing, was so awesome that I could just brag to me, but in front of Emperor An and so many scholars, I did it again!

“Brother Jing, choose the calligraphy you are best at and write the best!”

Jing Zhe spread his hands again: “But… I am good at everything, and any one I choose will be better than his. Ah!”

After saying that, he pouted at Qi Junguang. Zhou Zhiwei was speechless and decided not to persuade him anymore: I can’t persuade him anymore with this bragging method!

But Qi Junguang sneered and said sarcastically: “If you have the skills, write them down! What’s the point of just talking without practicing?”

Jing Zhe shook his head, “Well, since it was the third prince who said it, don’t blame my subordinates for being ruthless! “

Haha!”

Qi Junguang continued to sneer.

…

Jing Zhe stood still, closed his eyes and fell asleep. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Then put pen to paper.

But compared with Qi Junguang, his writing posture is very strange, and his speed is extremely slow. He doesn’t look like a veteran, but a bit like a rookie.

Qi Junguang originally wanted to go over and have a look, but seeing his unfamiliar look, he sat back down as he just stood up.

After all, it was just as I guessed, he couldn’t calligraphy. After taking a sip of tea, the old god was there.

But strange sounds came from the crowd surrounding Jing Zhe.

“Eh~”

“Oh~”

“Ah~”

If it weren’t for a few grown men, someone would definitely think wrong if they uttered these modal words.

“Hey, Mr. Jing, these characters have a square shape, straight strokes, strong and powerful, and they look quite comfortable. I have read the books of sages for many years, but I have never seen this kind of font. I don’t know…” “

Oh, This is called regular script. It is a kind of calligraphy that I created. It is square and straight and can be used as a model. It is called regular script. If you haven’t seen it before, it’s normal!”

Jing Zhe said carelessly.

“It’s Mr. Jing’s own font? No wonder I’ve never seen it before! Mr. Jing looks young, but he can create his own fonts. With such skill, he can be called a master, right?”

A group of people sighed.

“Hey, this character is so scrawled, with flying dragons and phoenixes. I can vaguely make out a few words… It seems to be Jingzhou… August… Thousand Flowers?”

Someone asked, pointing to the writing on the rice paper that was flying like wild grass.

“Oh, this is cursive script. It is also my own creation. It says ‘August in Jingzhou City, thousands of flowers and days are like brocades’!”

“Awesome, awesome!”

“Ah, I know this one! ‘Poverty and sorrow, great wine’

“

Three hundred cups. Even though there is too much wine, there will be no sorrow.” This poem seems to be integrated with the two poems above, and the characters are flat, neat and delicate. Is it possible that Mr. Jing created it himself?

This is called official script, which is strict and magnificent yet flexible and flexible, and it is very easy to write! As for these two poems, they are the same poem as the previous two, but they are divided into four poems! “

“…”

As a graduate student in the Chinese Department, Jing Zhe knew all kinds of fonts by heart, and he had copied the copybooks of various big names, so it was not surprising that he could write them.

If Jing Zhe’s lyrics and poems had only amazed these Jingzhou talents before, now he has impressed them.

One by one, they stared at the other two new poems written in a variety of different, self-created, and at the same time extremely comfortable and beautiful fonts that could make them famous at any time, and kept praising them.

“No wonder Mr. Jing said that Mr. Chen is the second most talented man before. With Mr. Jing in front of him, who dares to think that he is the first?”

The speaker happened to have been to Wuxian Garden the day before yesterday. Naturally, he had heard Jing Zhe say to Chen Jiannan “the second most talented man”.

The title of “talented scholar”.

“Isn’t that right? Mr. Jing is well-deserved to be the number one talent in Yongzhou!”

“Um… just ask if you don’t understand. Isn’t Mr. Jing from Pengzhou?”

“…”

After hearing the crowd’s flattery, Jing Zhe was very pleased with himself, and then added One sentence: “Is it just Yongzhou and Pengzhou?”

“Yes, it should be -“

The person who spoke looked around and found that Song Jimao, who had not been promoted, had left at some point, and then said boldly: “Mr. Jing is the same He should be the number one talent in Jingzhou!”

At the beginning, others did not hide their opinions, and all kinds of rainbow farts came to them. Finally, someone said: “I tell you, you are all wrong! He is the most talented person in Anguo!”

He casually wrote five poems that will be remembered for generations to come, and his various self-made fonts are of master quality.

The most important thing is that he also won the opportunity for them to taste strong liquor, which made Jing Zhe’s image in the hearts of everyone even higher, and he was not stingy with words of praise.

So as soon as these words came out, everyone responded one after another.

“The most talented person in Anguo!”

“The most talented person in Anguo!”

Seeing this, Jing Zhe pressed his hand very humbly, “No, don’t… stop!”

“…”

Qi Junguang stood on the periphery of the crowd, listening to everyone’s comments. The more Jing Zhe listened to the compliments, the more he became angry, and the more he listened, the more curious he became.

What on earth did he write that could make them like this?

Is it possible that this was all a request made in advance?

With this question in mind, Qi Junguang also blended into the crowded crowd and approached the table.

“In August in Jingzhou City, thousands of flowers bloom like brocade in the day.”

“There is a lot of sorrow, although there is little wine, the wine will not bring me sorrow.”

Seeing these two sentences, Qi Junguang’s heart dropped.

When he saw that every line of the poem was written in a font that he didn’t recognize but was extremely chic and beautiful, he let out a cry in his heart and knew that he had completely lost.

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(End of this chapter)