"Good! Very good! Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone!"
Old Man Wang's face lit up.
I'm just afraid that you won't agree. Otherwise, he really can't do something like pushing down the Daoist temple.
No matter how one looked at it, this Taoist temple had a long history and could be considered a legacy of culture.
He was just gambling!
Since the program was broadcast live, they expressed that they were going to reject the Taoist temple. The young Taoist priest did not stop it, which undoubtedly confirmed their guess.
This little Daoist priest was arranged by the program team!
At that time, the young Taoist priest's calligraphy would be comparable to the calligraphy of the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi.
On the contrary, if he agreed, it would be exactly what he wanted.
He could make Wang Xizhi's name known and increase his popularity.
As for losing, he did not believe that he could lose to a ten-year-old child.
"Master Ye Qiu, this…"
Director Wang was anxious.
Ye Qiu's calligraphy was indeed not bad, but the person who came this time was someone who was known as the Little Sage of Calligraphy.
She could not help but feel a little worried.
"It's fine, Scholar Wang. Can I trouble you to bring two wooden tables out from the backyard?”
Ye Qiu's face was calm. The only thing he was secretly unhappy about was that he still had to spend some incense to buy a writing brush.
"No problem, we'll go now…"
The spring wall beside him immediately nodded.
" Don't worry, Director Wang. Master Ye Qiu's painting has already surpassed the mortal realm. He's just a Little Sage of Calligraphy. How can he win…"
Huang Lei was full of confidence in Ye Qiu.
Others might not know about the poem from yesterday, but he was very clear about it. It was fascinating and simply contained the meaning of heaven and earth.
This had completely surpassed the limits of ordinary calligraphy.
After a while, Director Wang and Huang Lei walked out of the backyard with a table each.
The people behind King Wang took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone very impolitely. They picked a relatively flat one from the two tables and began to fiddle with it.
Squeaking?
The little monkey tilted his head and asked Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu nodded, silently agreeing with the little monkey's words.
In the next moment, the little monkey ran straight to the backyard. When it came out, it had an ink piece and an inkstone in its hands.
As for the writing brush, it had broken it yesterday.
Squeak squeak
The little monkey was anxious. What should he do without a brush?
"It's fine. Senior Brother has his own way!"
Ye Qiu was confident. He put his right hand into his sleeve. With a thought, he spent an incense stick to buy a brush from the system's incense shop.
"Since Little Master is said to be comparable to the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, then let's compare it to Wang Xizhi's 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection'!”
Everything was ready. Geezer Wang took the lead and started adding water to grind the ink.
At the same time, he told Ye Qiu the topic of the competition.
Ye Qiu nodded and replied indifferently," Sure…"
He also began to grind the ink with the tea left over from yesterday.
When Old Man Wang saw this, he snorted coldly in his heart. He ground the tea and ink.
This was simply unheard of.
His brush strength was not good, but there were quite a few fancy little movements.
Ye Qiu continued to grind the ink calmly.
After a while, he put down the inkstone in his hand and dipped his brush in it.
Beside him, Old Man Wang was the same.
However, the moment he started writing, a peaceful and natural aura suddenly spread out from Ye Qiu.
I close my eyes and meditate,
The words of the Preface to the Lanting Collection turned into golden words one after another and appeared in his mind.
They formed lines and lines of poems.
If Old Man Wang had seen it, he would have been stunned. This was actually the missing Preface to the Lanting Collection.
Unfortunately, he could not see it.
As for Old Man Wang, he had already completely entered the state of mind. Under the influence of Ye Qiu's integration of Heaven and man, his entire mind seemed to be empty.
The people and Taoist temples nearby disappeared, and they arrived at a place with mountains and rivers.
"Yonghe year, the year is ugly, late spring, will be in Ji Mountain Orchid Pavilion, repair the ceremony…"
The incomplete Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection was quickly written by Elder Wang.
He could feel that he had reached a realm that he could not reach in the past.
One stroke after another, as if there was a god helping him, there was no pause at all.
He felt that every word was similar to Wang Xizhi's authentic work.
In the past, he was at most a man of form and not a man of spirit.
But now, every word was approaching Wang Xizhi's realm.
All the cells in his body seemed to have come alive at this moment. He took in large mouthfuls of the clear air in the world.
"Good! Elder Wang is like a god today. His strokes are coherent and his divine will is endless. It's almost like…he has reached the realm of Wang Xizhi's authentic work…"
"Yes, yes, Elder Wang is indeed worthy of the title of Little Calligraphy Saint. Perhaps he was in the same era as the Calligraphy Saint, Wang Xizhi, or perhaps he was as famous as the Calligraphy Saint!”
"Good writing, good writing. Every word seems to have a kind of magic power, giving people an indescribable feeling. On the contrary, that young Daoist actually closed his eyes and rested for so long without writing.”
Old Man Wang wiped the sweat off his face and stopped writing happily.
The people behind him whispered and praised him continuously.
As for the young Taoist priest opposite him, he was still resting with his eyes closed and did not move at all.
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The Fifth
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