I'm really the king of leaks

Chapter 634
When coming down from the stage.

Zhu Shaoqian looked very disappointed.

but.

Zhang Yi immediately walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Qian, don't think so much!"

Hearing Zhang Yi's voice, Zhu Shaoqian couldn't help being taken aback, and let out a suppressed breath as he spoke.

"rely on you!"

he said.

If the next round is still calligraphy, to be honest, Zhang Yi is confident.

although.

The ability to write brush characters is strange.

But, you can win!
There are four people left, including Zhang Yi.

After they came to power, it was the same as before.It's still a poem, two sides into one, one word, and then two into one, so as to determine a candidate for four into one.

this time.

Poems selected by Ma Yixian.

It's "The Hermit Seeker Never Meets".

Matsushita asked the boy, and the teacher went to gather medicine.

Only in this mountain, the clouds do not know where.

It is also a very artistic poem. After Zhang Yi finished reading this poem in his heart, he immediately had a picture of this poem in his mind.

next moment.

He began to write.

With the feeling of this poem, this poem is also completed in one go.

and.

At the end of this poem, Zhang Yi suddenly got inspiration, and with a movement of his hand, he transformed the word "cloud" into a cloud pattern similar to that on ancient paintings or sculptures.

Combination of calligraphy and painting.

The artistic conception of this seclusion is expressed to the extreme.

The words are picturesque, and the world in the painting seems to come alive in people's minds under the pen of the gods.

When this word was written.

The person on the other side hasn't made a move yet.

After reading Zhang Yi's words, the man was completely stunned.

When he came back to his senses.

Slightly sighed.

"Sorry, I abstain!"

It's not that he doesn't want to write, but that even if he writes it, his best state, there is still an unimaginable distance from Zhang Yi's words.

If he compares his own calligraphy with Zhang Yi's.

Maybe it would be more embarrassing than saying abstention.

The voice of discussion below gradually rose.

"Is he a genius?"

"He's still so young!"

"How do I feel, his words, the demeanor connotation in them, seems to have almost caught up with Master Ma's demeanor, how is this possible, he is just a child!"

"His opponent chose to abstain, which is a very smart choice!"

"It seems that in terms of calligraphy, this young man should be the most outstanding young man in the past ten years. He was not seen in last year's calligraphy and painting competition. If he participated, the leader must be him!"

"That's right, it must be him!"

"..."

The voices of these discussions below, sentence by sentence, all reached Feng Linrui's ears.

The more he listened, the more Feng Linrui became angry.

He clenched his fists secretly.

The most outstanding young man in painting and calligraphy?
Then what am I, Feng Linrui?
Last year's leader was obviously mine, even if he participated, the leader is still mine!
In his mind, thinking about these.

His face became darker and darker...

Subsequently.

It is the second round of the four-in-one competition.

Zhang Yi and Chen Qing face off.

Compared with his opponent just now, Chen Qing's strength is also at the level of crushing his opponent.However, Zhang Yi's astonishment just now caused his excellence to be ignored by others.

This round begins.

Ma Yixian inscribed a poem by Yue Fei in the Song Dynasty.

"Man Jianghong".

Angrily rushed, lean on the railing, rested in the rain.

Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, with a strong feeling.

Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon.

……

When Chen Qing read this poem.

He already had an understanding in his heart.

Put pen to paper with spirit.

A word jumps up with the thoughts in my mind.

But when Zhang Yi saw this poem, for some reason, it was as if a fire was burning in his heart.He seemed to see Yue Fei's incomparable heroism standing on the high platform.

I couldn't hide my excitement.

The chest is even more angry.

Dip in the ink, as if dipped in a mass of black fire, shuttle back and forth on the prairie-like rice paper.The raging fire, shuttling across the grassland, suddenly turned into an ancient battlefield.

The smoke is everywhere, and the rain is falling.

……

Waiting for Zhang Yi to write.

The brush in his hand hit the rice paper heavily.

The pen holder snapped off.

What is left is a drop of ink splashed away.

Following the texture of the rice paper, it faded away, like the water of a great river, and also like the red blood smudged on the clothes where the blood was seen on the soldiers.

The audience fell silent!
When the silence was at its extreme, looking at Zhang Yi's words, it seemed as if the frontier horns were blowing in their minds.

They seemed to see Yue Fei standing on the high platform beyond the Great Wall.

Splash ink!

bristle!

When you come back to your senses.

Zhang Yicai found out that the brush in his hand had been folded in half.

I go?

What's wrong with me?
Is it written on top?
Looking at the broken pen, Zhang Yi felt a little embarrassed.

and so.

He looked at Ma Yixian over there, and said something very apologetic.

"Old Ma, I'm sorry, I... I used too much force!"

These words brought Ma Yixian back to his senses.

He took a deep breath.

Can't speak for a long time.

then.

He walked up to Zhang Yi, took the calligraphy and admired it.The old man looked at this picture, sometimes smiling, sometimes pity, unable to hide the emotion on his face.

the people below.

Then they all discussed it.

They were about ten meters away from the stage, and they were deeply affected by Zhang Yi's emotions when he created this painting, and they also merged into it just now.

It seems to have seen scenes in "Man Jianghong".

Chen Qing was standing opposite.

At this moment, he couldn't help but wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Yes, that's cold sweat!
When he came back to his senses, he walked up to Zhang Yi and said to him directly.

"I lost!"

Done.

He stepped off the stage directly.

Praise, exclamation, emerge in endlessly.

However, these voices continued to stimulate Feng Linrui, who just won the other side's four-in-one, and he gritted his teeth tightly. It was really unacceptable that other people praised Zhang Yi like this!

He felt that these should be his!
On the stage.

After Ma Yixian finished appreciating it.

He didn't comment on this painting, because, he felt, there was no need for that.

Winning or losing has already been decided.

What exactly this picture looks like, and the reaction of the audience, has already explained everything.

but.

He still said something.

"This round of competition, Zhang Yi won the promotion!"

below.

Almost a burst of cheers.

It feels like a lot of expectations.

Zhang Yi signaled to Ma Yixian, and then walked off the stage.

before the final.

There is a short break.

Ma Yixian ordered Ma Zhenhui to keep Zhang Yi's handwriting in a safe place. He felt that this person must have a great weapon in the future, and this handwriting was probably his famous work.

offstage.

Zhu Shaoqian felt like he was dreaming.

Zhang Yi's performance once again refreshed his understanding of calligraphy.

(End of this chapter)