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At this time, Zhang Xiao stood in front of the table and closed his eyes for a minute to relax.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, picked up his pen, and started waving.

Before he even started writing, Zhang Xiao gave people the impression of being elegant and noble. His temperament alone made him feel superior to others.

You can just put pen to paper.

The feeling in Zhang Xiao suddenly turned into a feeling of freedom and ease.

That kind of elegant scholar with a knight-like free and easy feeling makes people's eyes bright and shocked.

Xu Lan's three old sisters felt a little ashamed after seeing Zhang Xiao's momentum at this moment. Compared with Zhang Xiao's temperament, their son-in-law was simply weak.

Look at the words written by Zhang Xiao again...

I just wrote a title, and it already made everyone extremely excited.

In fact, for the test, Zhang Xiao did not have to write a whole poem at all. After all, the main thing is to look at the words, and writing one is enough.

It's just that everyone was stunned by Zhang Xiao's aura just now, so they didn't read the words immediately.

And when they came back to their senses and noticed the words, they immediately felt certain in their hearts.

That's right, Zhang Xiao is the hope of the Chinese calligraphy community.

There is no doubt that Zhang Xiao is the evil genius in the world of calligraphy.

Look at the content on the rice paper again.

"Xia Ke Xing".

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

When the matter was over, the Buddha's robes were taken away, and his body and name were hidden deep inside.

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hiss!

This ability in ancient poetry is simply too incredible.

Everyone present had their eyes widened, and the few lines of poetry written by Zhang Xiao were echoing in their minds involuntarily.

Kill a person in ten steps, but leave no name for thousands of miles; take off the Buddha's robes, and hide your body and name deeply.

What a poem!

What a great sentence!

However, Zhang Xiao was still writing at this time, and finally wrote: "Even if you are a chivalrous person, you are not ashamed of the heroes in the world; who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?"

"call···"

After he took a deep breath after writing, Zhang Xiao put the brush aside, then smiled and said humbly: "This is a poor work, and it's embarrassing."

Everyone at the scene: "..."

You call this a humble work? Do you have any misunderstanding about the word ‘bottom work’?

After seeing Zhang Xiao write it with their own eyes, the calligraphers at the scene no longer knew what words to use to describe their mood at this moment.

The words were written by Zhang Xiao and they saw them written with their own eyes.

Elegant, free and easy, with a chic temperament, that is to say, Zhang Xiao is indeed the only one in China today who can write copybooks with his own charm.

This alone is enough to excite those who love calligraphy deeply.

Look at this ancient poem again.

I am completely convinced. No one dares to say that they can write ancient poems of the same level.

Let alone the same level, I can't even find one that can be compared.

The man whom Aunt Zhou called Master Zhu before was extremely excited at this time. He quickly ran to Zhang Xiao, took Zhang Xiao's hand, and said excitedly:

"As the saying goes, a master is a teacher. Zhang Xiao, your calligraphy attainments have reached the pinnacle. You should become the president of our calligraphy association!"

Zhang Xiao looked at the sixty or seventy-year-old man in front of him with suspicion on his face.

Moreover, the old man's eyes when he looked at me actually had some... feelings of homosexuality.

In fact, from the perspective of these calligraphers, it is normal. In the past hundred years, there has been no calligrapher in China who can write his own charm.

Even a hundred years ago, there were only some excellent calligraphers who imitated ancient monuments, but they still couldn't get rid of traces of imitation.

However, Zhang Xiao's calligraphy has no trace of the ancients and has his own style. In other words, he is a calligrapher who truly has his own style and charm in the past hundred years.

For all the calligraphers present, how can we not be surprised?

Facing Master Zhu's words, before Zhang Xiao had time to reply, Qin Qingfeng jumped out and said: "Lao Zhu, don't act recklessly, haven't we already agreed?"

"Just ask Zhang Xiao to become the honorary president of your calligraphy association."

Master Zhu did not hesitate at all and said decisively: "No, our calligraphy world has been silent for too long. If Zhang Xiao can serve as the president, I believe he will be able to lead our calligraphy world to create greater glory."

Qin Qingfeng complained mercilessly: "Fuck, you can achieve greater glory even if you become the honorary president. Don't act recklessly. If you give him the president all at once, you will definitely not convince the public. You are harming him.

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"You fucking fart!" No one expected that Master Zhu would become so anxious that he even used swear words.

Blushing and thick-necked, he retorted: "Old Qin, don't think that I don't know what you are planning. Don't you just want Zhang Xiao to take over your shift?"

Hearing his words, Qin Qingfeng's old face flushed red, pointing at Master Zhu and arguing: "You... stop talking nonsense, do you have any evidence?"

Master Zhu snorted coldly and said: "We have known each other for decades. I don't know what you are thinking. Look at the way you hide it. As soon as you mention the honorary president, I know what you are thinking."

How did you make your wishful thinking?"

Seeing that two old men in their 60s and 70s were about to start a fight, Zhang Xiao smiled bitterly and said, "Well, Master Zhu, after all, can you let go of my hand first?"

It's really a bit uncomfortable to have an old man hold your hand like this and not let go.

Xu Lan and Yang Mi, who were standing next to them, looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Xu Lan secretly thought: "Oh, my daughter has done something reliable this time and found me such an excellent son-in-law."

And Yang Mi was secretly happy: "Zhang Xiao just writes a few words and can be admired by so many seniors in the calligraphy field. They even almost fight for him. He is indeed my Yang Mi's man."

Yang Dingguo also smiled and said cheerfully: "Is that right? Zhang Xiao is the real master. You two are already dozens of years old. What's the use of arguing here?"

"Lao Zhu, please release your hands quickly and speak slowly if you have anything to do!"

Master Zhu didn't care what others said or how he viewed himself. He held Zhang Xiao tightly, looked directly at him, and asked: "Are you going to be the president?"

"Believe me, really, if the Calligraphy Association has you as president, we will definitely be able to lead us to create greater glory."

Being looked at so directly by an old man, Zhang Xiao felt extremely uncomfortable. For him, as for creating another glorious thing in the calligraphy world.

Please, let's all be realistic and stop having that dream.

Zhang Xiao's dream is to be an actor, not a calligrapher. As for his calligraphy, it is entirely to please his father-in-law.

Besides, people nowadays basically don’t even touch a pen once they graduate. When typing, they either use a computer or a mobile phone. I guess many people don’t even know how to hold a writing brush.

Today's calligraphy has become a kind of edifying sentiment. Where can it still be as grand as in the past?