Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 356 The Magical Scene

Xuanyuanchen splashed ink and swiped his brush, his momentum was like flowing clouds and flowing water, all done in one go!
"Birds fly to the sky and mountains are like a landscape, and people are in the sea of ​​clouds!"

Mo Xiaowan only felt that his uncle Xuanyuan's words were flying like flying phoenixes, faintly overpowering that young master Mo.

The same is true when listening to the surrounding discussions.

A person dressed like a scholar sighed at the side: "This master's handwriting is both rigid and soft, not only has the leisure of returning to the mountains and forests, but also looks like a dragon with lofty aspirations!"

"Profound foundation!"

"Yeah, it looks like he's overpowering Mr. Mo!"

"..."

Hearing the voices of several scholars who watched the excitement around, Xuanyuan Chen's expression remained the same, and his brows were slightly frowned.

And that Mr. Mo, who smiled and said nothing at first, but the whispers around him intensified, suddenly stood up, and looked at Mo Xiaowan with a faint smile.

"My skills are inferior to others, and I am willing to be a slave to the girl!"

Actually, Mo Xiaowan was just teasing him.

It's great to think that Yafengyuan has such an eye-catching person.

cough!
Much better than Uncle Xuanyuan's pets!
But for a good scholar, how could he really make someone enslave him in the Eight Princes' Mansion?
Especially now that he has admitted defeat frankly, Mo Xiaowan is a little embarrassed instead.

She raised her head slightly, and blinked at Xuanyuanchen who had a dignified face, meaning Uncle Xuanyuan, how is this better than my master?
Seeing that Uncle Xuanyuan was staring at Young Master Mo, Mo Xiaowan thought there was something going on.

Unexpectedly, a scene that surprised her appeared.

"Wait a minute!"

Xuanyuanchen cupped his hands suddenly: "It's Ben..."

Looking at the surrounding environment, he immediately changed his words: "I lost!"

"No, this master has his own style of calligraphy."

Mr. Mo stood like a pine, and cupped his hands slightly: "The hidden front is slightly exposed, and the exposed front is also reserved. This kind of style, this young master is willing to bow down."

One stone caused a thousand waves!

The onlookers in the market were dumbfounded. They looked curiously at Mr. Mo with a calm face, and then at this imposing master.

How can there be a calligraphy competition where everyone rushes to admit defeat automatically?
When I looked up, the sun did not set from the east!
What's going on?
Mo Xiaowan is also dumbfounded, completely confused, dare someone can earn 1 taels of silver, don't you want this money?

Didn't you say that you ran out of money to find relatives and rush for the exam?
What's even more strange is that, facing the humble son Ruyu, Uncle Xuanyuan's eyes did not appreciate, but instead had the coldness that Mo Xiaowan was familiar with.

"Little bowl, lift up Mr. Mo's calligraphy and painting!"

"Oh!"

Mo Xiaowan also wanted to know what was going on, so he immediately raised his calligraphy and painting.

Although the person is small, the rice paper is higher than the top of the head, and the sunlight just shines on the calligraphy and painting.

"what!"

"Amazing!"

Holding up the rice paper, she heard a series of exclamations around her, wondering what happened?
Seeing her small eyes poking out from behind the rice paper, she looked curious.

Xuanyuan laughed hoarsely, and took the calligraphy and painting from her hand. He was tall and tall, and when viewed from the angle of Mo Xiaowan, the sun just shone on the rice paper.

Then a magical scene appeared!

The words on the painting came to life when the sunlight illuminated them, and they moved on the paper like a swimming dragon. When I looked carefully, the words did not move.

This is simply amazing!
Mo Xiaowan opened his mouth wide in shock, wow, the legendary brushwork of Ma Liang!
Ma Liang still wants to draw a dragon to touch the sky, but he has never heard that his handwriting can wind like a dragon.

Before leaving the writing booth, Mo Xiaowan got into the carriage, and then the carriage moved. She was in that deep shock all the time. With her thinking from modern times and thinking in this world, she really couldn't figure it out.

Why can words written by someone come to life?
(End of this chapter)