Wang Ying walked down.
Liu Sanyuan finished his wine and followed behind.
This scene was seen by Xiao Qianqian, who was in the attic, and a look of anticipation flashed across her eyes.
"What kind of poems can he write?”
The servant girl Lu Zhu said with a smile.
"Although Lord Ye is talented, his performance in poetry was mediocre in the past. It won't be easy to compete with the top scholar.”
Xiao Qianqian looked at him and said.
"Then let's wait and see."
She indeed had different thoughts about Wang Ying.
This thought came from Ji Mingyue.
This was the first time she had heard Ji Mingyue admire someone so much.
They even admired him to the extent that he was willing to take huge risks to fight against the immortal sects.
This was unbelievable.
" Wang Ying, don't disappoint His Majesty…"
Xiao Qianqian's eyes were burning.
……
Wang Ying had already arrived at the main hall.
"Lord Ye."
"Brother Ye…"
On both sides, scholars greeted him.
Most of the people had a warm and respectful attitude towards Wang Ying.
After all, Wang Ying was at the peak of his fame, and his deeds had shocked too many people.
As scholars, they had to respect Wang Ying.
Just the strength of character that Wang Ying displayed was enough.
Even the hostile Cai Xianggao cupped his hands and greeted Lord Ye.
He also respected Wang Ying.
However, it did not affect his desire to compete with Wang Ying.
These were two different things.
"Lord Ye, can you write?"
Cai Xianggao asked tentatively.
Wang Ying nodded.
Someone had already prepared a table. A good-looking maidservant was grinding ink.
Wang Ying slowly picked up the brush.
He was no stranger to writing with a brush. In his previous life, he was a calligraphy enthusiast.
Not to mention that the predecessor of this world was a scholar who often reviewed calligraphy at home.
As soon as he picked up the brush, he immediately felt a sense of familiarity.
He slowly put down his brush. The moment the first word fell, talent immediately surged out.
"Good handwriting!"
The surrounding crowd could not help but exclaim.
"This word looks novel, could it be Lord Ye's creation?”
An old Keeper's eyes widened.
He was also a calligraphy enthusiast and loved to copy the calligraphy of famous calligraphers. However, Wang Ying's calligraphy was completely different from those of famous calligraphers.
The brush was agile and fast, the handwriting was thin but powerful, thin but not lacking in flesh, the brush technique was exposed, faintly revealing a noble meaning.
If those old friends from his previous life who had dabbled in the internet saw it, they would definitely recognize it at a glance. What Wang Ying wrote was the "thin gold body" created by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.
This type of font had been passed down in China for thousands of years and had a wide range of fans.
However, to the natives of the Otherworld, they were extremely shocked.
The difficulty of creating a font was unimaginable.
There were only a handful of great calligraphers since ancient times.
Their handwriting was either graceful, bold, or unrestrained... They all had an independent atmosphere.
The calligraphy that Wang Ying wrote was just like the calligraphers of the past, mature and beautiful.
It was no wonder that the moment he started writing, literary and talent Qi surged at the same time. White and orange Qi lingered around him, making him look like an immortal.
"Lord Ye's talent is actually so terrifying, creating an original font, it's hard to imagine!”
" The most valuable thing is that he has never revealed anything before. He must have calmed down to study it and only took it out after he succeeded.”
"If you can endure loneliness, you can have great achievements!”
"No matter how good Lord Ye's poems are, just with this good calligraphy, there will definitely be a monument for him in the Great Zhou literary world!”
"I can't wait to copy this font!”
The people present were all scholars with great attainments.
How precious was an original font? It directly scratched their itch and immediately made them become Wang Ying's most loyal fans.
"Move aside, I'll grind the ink for brother Ye!”
Liu Sanyuan was also shocked. He dismissed the maids and personally helped Wang Ying with his chores.
This had nothing to do with status, identity, or plans.
He was only using his own way to express his respect for the calligraphy master of his generation.
That's right!
Wang Ying was a calligraphy master of his generation!
Even the current Sage of Calligraphy would have to treat him with respect.
"Brother Ye is still young. When he gets older and his calligraphy attainments are higher, he might even become the next generation's calligraphy saint!”
A terrifying thought echoed in Liu Sanyuan's mind.
"Creating a font?"
Xiao Qianqian wasn't an ignorant woman. She was keenly aware of how shocking Wang Ying's actions were.
No wonder His Majesty thought so highly of her.
Even she had an unprecedented interest in Wang Ying.
How outstanding could a person be to become like Wang Ying?
"Unique font…"
Cai Xianggao was shocked at first, then his face turned bitter.
How monstrous was Wang Ying…
At such a young age, he could do things that other scholars could not do in their lifetime.
"Compared to Wang Ying, I'm indeed inferior…but we're not competing in calligraphy, but poetry. In this aspect, I might not lose!”
Cai Xianggao comforted himself.
He looked at the lyrics written by Wang Ying.
He had just written the first sentence.
He only took a glance and was stunned.
This…
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