Ye Ning walked down.
Liu Sanyuan finished his wine and followed behind.
When Xiao Qianqian saw this scene, 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 Ye Ning.
This thought came from Ji Mingyue.
This was the first time she had heard Ji Mingyue admire someone so much.
They even admired the fact that they were willing to take a huge risk to go against the immortal sects.
This was unbelievable.
"Ye Ning, don't disappoint His Majesty…" Xiao Qianqian's eyes were burning.
Ye Ning had already arrived at the lobby.
"Lord Ye."
"Brother Ye…" On both sides, scholars greeted him.
Most people were enthusiastic and respectful towards Ye Ning.
After all, Ye Ning was at the height of his fame, and his deeds had shocked too many people.
As scholars, they had to respect Ye Ning.
Not for anything else, just the strength of character that Ye Ning displayed was enough.
Even the hostile Cai Xianggao cupped his hands and greeted Lord Ye.
He also respected Ye Ning.
However, it did not affect his desire to compete with Ye Ning.
These were two different things.
"Lord Ye, can you write?"
Cai Xianggao asked tentatively.
Ye Ning nodded.
Someone had already prepared a table. A good-looking maidservant was grinding ink.
Ye Ning 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 original creation?"”
An old Keeper's eyes widened.
He was also a calligraphy enthusiast and loved to copy the calligraphy of famous calligraphers. However, Ye Ning'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 this, they would definitely recognize at a glance that what Ye Ning 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 an original 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.
Ye Ning's calligraphy was as mature and beautiful as the calligraphers of the past.
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 unimaginable!”
"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 Ye Ning'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 Ye Ning do odd jobs.
This had nothing to do with status, identity, or plans.
He was just using his own way to express his respect for the calligraphy master of his generation.
That's right!
Ye Ning was a calligraphy master of his generation!
Even if the contemporary calligraphy saint sees him, he must also treat him as an equal, polite three points.
"Brother Ye is still young now. 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 Ye Ning's actions were.
No wonder His Majesty thought so highly of her.
Even she had an unprecedented interest in Ye Ning.
How outstanding could a person be to become like Ye Ning?
"Unique font…" Cai Xianggao was shocked at first, then his face turned bitter.
What kind of monster was Ye Ning…at such a young age, he could do things that other scholars could not do in their lifetime.
"Compared to Ye Ning, I'm indeed inferior…but we're not competing in calligraphy, but poetry. In this aspect, I might not lose!”
Cai Xianggao tried to comfort himself.
He looked at Ye Ning's poem.
He had just written the first sentence.
He only took a glance and was stunned.
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