At the Beginning, I Scolded the Fairy Gate, I Really Want to Die

Ye Ning went on.

Liu Sanyuan finished his glass of wine and followed behind.

This scene was seen by Xiao Qianqian in the attic, and a look of expectation flashed in his eyes.

"What kind of poem can he write?"

The maid Lvzhu said with a chuckle.

"Although Lord Ye is talented, he has been mediocre in poetry in the past. I am afraid it will not be easy to fight the champion."

Xiao Qianqian looked at it and said.

"Then wait and see."

For Ye Ning, she does have a different mindset.

This thought comes from Ji Mingyue.

It was the first time she remembered that Ji Mingyue admired a person so much.

I even appreciate the level of willingness to take huge risks and confront the immortal gate.

This is incredible.

"Ye Ning, don't let your majesty be disappointed..."

Xiao Qianqian's eyes burned.

...

Ye Ning has come to the lobby.

"Master Ye."

"Brother Ye..."

On the left and right sides, the scholars say hello.

Most people have enthusiasm and admiration for Ye Ning's attitude.

After all, Ye Ning was at a time when he became famous, and his deeds shocked too many people.

As scholars, they must respect Ye Ning.

For nothing else, the strength of Ye Ning's strength is enough.

Even Cai Xianggao, who was quite hostile, also arched his cupped hands and called Master Ye.

He also respects Ye Ning.

But it does not prevent him from competing with Ye Ning.

These are two different things.

"Can Master Ye write down?"

Cai Xianggao asked tentatively.

Ye Ning nodded.

Someone had prepared a table long ago, and a good-looking maid was studying ink.

Ye Ning slowly picked up the brush.

He is no stranger to writing with a brush. He was a calligraphy lover in his previous life.

Not to mention the predecessor of this world, he was a scholar himself, often studying calligraphy at home.

As soon as the pen was picked up, there was a sense of familiarity immediately like an arm.

He slowly dropped his pen, and the moment the first word fell, his talents gushed out immediately.

"Good word!"

The crowd onlookers couldn't help but exclaim.

"This word looks novel. Could it be that Master Ye created it?"

An old scholar's eyes widened.

He is also a calligraphy lover and loves copying calligraphy by famous masters, but the characters written by Ye Ning are completely different from those of famous masters in the past.

The pen is smart and fast, the handwriting is thin and powerful, to the point of thinness without losing its flesh, the brushwork is exposed, and the meaning of dignity is faintly revealed.

If those old buddies who have been on the Internet in the previous life saw it, they would definitely recognize at a glance that what Ye Ning wrote was the original "skinny gold body" created by Song Huizong.

This type of font has been passed down for thousands of years in China and has been widely used by fans.

But for the natives in another world, it was shocked beyond the reach.

Originally created a font, the difficulty is unimaginable.

There are only a handful of great calligraphers from ancient times to the present.

Their fonts are either graceful, unrestrained, or Heavenly Horse line... all have an independent look.

The calligraphy written by Ye Ning is as mature and beautiful as calligraphers of past dynasties.

No wonder that as soon as he wrote the pen, his writing style and talent were surging at the same time, and the two spirits of white and orange lingered, setting off him like a man in a fairy.

"Master Ye's talent is so terrifying, he created a unique font, it's hard to imagine!"

"The most precious thing is that he has never revealed a bit of it before. He must calm down and study it until he is completely successful before taking it out."

"If you can endure loneliness, you can make great achievements!"

"No matter what Ye Master's poems are, just with this good handwriting, there is bound to be a monument to him in the great Zhou literary world!"

"I can't wait to copy this font!"

The people present are all scholars who are not shallow in Taoism.

How cherished an original font, it directly scratched their itch, and immediately turned them into Ye Ning's most loyal followers.

"Get out of the way, I'll grind the ink for Brother Ye!"

Liu Sanyuan was shocked again and again, he held back the maid, and personally helped Ye Ning.

It's not about status, status, or plan.

He just used his own way to express his respect for a generation of calligraphers.

That's right!

Ye Ning is a generation of calligraphy masters!

With this typeface, even if the contemporary book sage sees him, he must be polite and courteous.

"Brother Ye is still young. When he gets older, he will be more advanced in calligraphy, and he may even become a new generation of calligraphers!"

A terrible thought reverberated in Liu Sanyuan's mind.

"Create a unique font?"

Xiao Qianqian is not a stupid woman with no ink at all. She is keenly aware of how terrifying what Ye Ning is doing.

No wonder your Majesty is so optimistic about her.

Even she has an unprecedented interest in Ye Ning.

How good can a person be to become Ye Ning like this?

"Original font..."

Cai Xianggao was shocked first, and then his face was bitter.

Ye Ning, what a monster...

At this young age, he can do things that other literati could not do in his entire life.

"Compared with Ye Ning, I'm really inferior...but what we are trying is not calligraphy, but poetry. In this respect, I may not lose!"

Cai Xianggao found comfort for himself.

He looked at the lyrics written by Ye Ning.

Just wrote the first sentence.

He just glanced at it and he was stunned.

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