I have a god-level invincible system

Chapter 323

Next, there will be an exciting competition, the competition between Liu Xiaoyuan and Meng Yisong, that is definitely what everyone is looking forward to, they all want to see who will win.

"President Meng, you come first, you are an old man!" Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile.

Meng Yisong was not polite, walked to the desk, crumpled up the words written by Liu Xiaoyuan, and threw them into the trash can.

Seeing this, Liu Xiaoyuan was not angry, and still had a smile on his face.On the other hand, when some other people saw Meng Yisong's actions, they felt that Meng Yisong was too narrow-minded.

"Grandpa, I'll grind ink for you!" After Meng Hao finished speaking, he gave Liu Xiaoyuan a hard look, and then walked aside to grind ink for Meng Yisong. Meng Hao now pins his hopes on his grandfather, hoping His grandfather could help him to avenge his shame by slapping Liu Xiaoyuan in the face.

Writing is the most taboo to be restless and impetuous.So, after taking the brush, Meng Yisong breathed a sigh of relief, trying to calm himself down.

After his mood almost calmed down, Meng Yisong picked up the brush in his hand, dipped a little ink on it, and began to write five big characters on the rice paper: Tranquility and far-reaching!
"Good!" Following Meng Yisong's handwriting, all the people present applauded, because Meng Yisong's five characters were indeed written well.

Before Meng Yisong learned calligraphy, he had been copying Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy. Although he became a master of calligraphy later, Yan Zhenqing's shadow still appeared between the lines.

"Okay, Chairman Meng's five characters are broad and magnificent, with strong bones and awe-inspiring spirit. The lines between the lines are thick and vigorous, and the atmosphere is refined."

"Yes, these five characters are already on par with Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, as expected of President Meng."

At this moment, even Zhao Qianhai had to praise Meng Yisong for writing these five characters well.

Meng Yisong looked at the five big characters on the rice paper, and finally a smile appeared on his face.My five characters are comparable to Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, which is definitely flattering, but it can also be regarded as coming from the hands of calligraphy masters.

Therefore, for this competition, Meng Yisong felt that he had the chance to win.

Liu Xiaoyuan didn't know calligraphy at all, but from everyone's flattery to Meng Yisong, we can know that Meng Yisong's calligraphy is somewhat similar to Yan Zhenqing's.

Although Liu Xiaoyuan knew nothing about calligraphy, Yan Zhenqing did.

Yan Zhenqing was not only a master of calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty, but also a famous official of the Tang family. During the Anshi Rebellion, Yan Zhenqing also led the rebels to fight against the rebels.

"Hey, since that's the case, then I will summon Yan Zhenqing and Gong Yan through the god-level invincible system later, so that you can know what a real face is." Liu Xiaoyuan thought in his heart.

"Not bad, not bad!" Liu Xiaoyuan walked to the desk with his hands behind his back and took a look.

Seeing Liu Xiaoyuan pointing the country, Meng Yisong's face turned cold.As if he was Liu Xiaoyuan's student, he was waiting for the teacher Liu Xiaoyuan's guidance.

"If you've seen enough, it's your turn!" Meng Yisong said impatiently.

Liu Xiaoyuan immediately walked to the front of the desk, pushed Meng Yisong away, and said, "President Meng, please remove the paper you write on, so as not to affect my mood!"

Meng Yisong snorted coldly, took the rice paper away, and thought coldly in his heart: "Boy, tell you to be arrogant, let's see how long you can be arrogant."

After Meng Yisong took the rice paper away, Liu Xiaoyuan took the fault, stained it with a little ink, and then summoned Yan Zhenqing, closed his eyes and swiped the pen to write the five characters of indifferent and clear ambition.

"Okay, it's finished!" Liu Xiaoyuan held the brush in his hand and looked at the five big characters on the rice paper, feeling proud for a while.

Yan Zhenqing was worthy of being an outstanding calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. Seeing the five big characters on the rice paper, even Liu Xiaoyuan, a layman, felt that they were majestic and dignified, thick and strong, showing their muscles and bones.

"Phew! You played pretty well!" Liu Xiaoyuan let out a long sigh of relief, pretending to be no one else.

The people present were all experts. When they saw the five characters on the rice paper, they were dumbfounded and their eyeballs almost fell out.

This nima is basically the Yan style written by Yan Zhenqing himself!

Meng Yisong stared fixedly at the five big characters written by Liu Xiaoyuan, and after a long time he kept talking to himself like a lunatic: "How is this possible, how is this possible..."

As a senior calligrapher who imitated Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, Meng Yisong could tell at a glance that the five big characters written by Liu Xiaoyuan were many times higher than those written by himself.

After muttering to himself and repeating a few sentences, Meng Yisong took two steps back, like a wild dog that lost his soul, and sat on the ground slumped.

At this moment, Meng Yisong seemed to be ten years older all of a sudden. He had worked so hard to practice calligraphy for so many years, but he was defeated by a young boy...

"Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Meng Hao walked up to Meng Yisong and knelt down, supporting his grandfather, with a worried expression on his face.

When the people present heard Meng Hao's voice, they recovered from the previous shock and turned their heads to look at Meng Yisong, but no one cared about Meng Yisong, because the shock Liu Xiaoyuan brought to them was too great. When I grow up, it is incredible that such a young boy can write such profound calligraphy with his eyes closed.

Zhao Qianhai and the others were also extremely shocked, especially Zhao Qianhai, who looked at Liu Xiaoyuan like a monster. He originally thought that Liu Xiaoyuan's copying of the thin gold body was very similar, which was already unbelievable. Yan Zhenqing is reborn.

"Ding dong, congratulations to player Liu Xiaoyuan for successfully installing b once again, gaining 1000 experience points!" The voice of the system sounded in Liu Xiaoyuan's mind.

Haha... Another thousand experience points, this pretense is worth it.

"Oh, President Meng, what's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable?" Liu Xiaoyuan walked to Meng Yisong's side and asked pretending to be concerned.

Meng Yisong was better at first, but when he saw Liu Xiaoyuan pretending to be merciful, he became even more angry.

"Oh, President Meng, I heard that the health is not good, drinking ink is very effective, and it is the best ink!" Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile.

"Meng Hao, hurry up and feed your grandfather to drink the ink." Liu Xiaoyuan said to Meng Hao with a smile.

It was then that everyone suddenly remembered that before the calligraphy competition between the two, the two did have such a bet that whoever loses must drink the ink.

Now that Meng Yisong lost, he was naturally asked to drink the ink.

Everyone's eyes fell on the inkstone on the desk. Seeing the ink inside the inkstone, everyone was terrified. Drinking ink, such a thing is a bit scary to think about, let alone actually drink it.

"Hey! President Meng, it's not that we don't help you, it's because we are willing to gamble and admit defeat!" Most people cast sympathetic looks at Meng Yisong.

(End of this chapter)