If I Don’t Die Soon, I’ll Really Become Invincible!

Ye Ning went down.

Liu Sanyuan finished his glass of wine and followed behind.

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

"What kind of poetry can he write?"

The maid Green Bamboo said with a chuckle.

"Although Mr. Ye is talented, his performance in poetry in the past was mediocre. It is not easy to fight against Duke Zhuangyuan."

Xiao Qianqian looked at it and said.

"Then wait and see."

For Ye Ning, she does have a different mind.

This kind of thinking comes from Ji Mingyue.

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

Even appreciate the degree of willingness to take huge risks to confront Xianmen.

It's incredible.

"Ye Ning, don't disappoint Your Majesty..."

Xiao Qianqian's eyes were burning.

...

Ye Ning has come to the lobby.

"Master Ye."

"Brother Ye..."

On the left and right sides, there are readers saying hello.

Most people's attitude towards Ye Ning is enthusiastic and admirable.

After all, Ye Ning was at the height of his fame, and his deeds shocked too many people.

As readers, they must respect Ye Ning.

For nothing else, Ye Ning's style is enough.

Even the rather hostile Cai Xianggao also cupped his hands and called out Lord Ye.

He also respects Ye Ning.

But it didn't affect him wanting to compete with Ye Ning.

It's two different things.

"Can Master Ye write down?"

Cai Xianggao asked tentatively.

Ye Ning nodded.

Someone has already prepared a table case, a good-looking maid, who is studying ink.

Ye Ning slowly picked up the brush.

He is no stranger to writing with a brush, and he was a calligraphy lover in his last life.

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

As soon as the pen is picked up, there is an immediate sense of familiarity.

He slowly started to write, and the moment the first word fell, there was a surge of talent.

"Good word!"

The onlookers couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

"This word looks novel, isn't it Lord Ye's original creation?"

An old pedant's eyes widened.

He is also a calligraphy lover and loves to copy famous calligraphy, but Ye Ning's calligraphy is completely different from the famous calligraphy of all dynasties.

The brushwork is flexible and fast, the handwriting is thin and powerful, even thin without losing its flesh, the brushwork is exposed, and the meaning of dignity is faintly revealed.

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

This font has been passed down in China for thousands of years and has a wide range of fans.

But for the natives of Otherworld, it was beyond shock.

Create an original font, the difficulty is unimaginable.

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

Their fonts are either graceful, bold, or Heavenly Horse...all have their own style.

And the calligraphy written by Ye Ning is as mature and beautiful as calligraphers of all dynasties.

It is no wonder that as soon as the pen was written, his literary spirit and talent surged at the same time, and the white and orange spirits lingered, setting him off like a man in a fairy.

"Master Ye's talent is so terrifying, it's unimaginable to create a unique font!"

"The most precious thing is that he has never shown a trace before. He must calm down and study it, and only take it out after it is completely successful."

"If you can endure loneliness, you will have great achievements!"

"No matter what Master Ye's poetry is, just with this good handwriting, there must be a monument to him in the Dazhou literary world!"

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

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

How cherished a unique font is, it scratched their itch directly and immediately made them the most loyal followers of Ye Ning.

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

Liu Sanyuan was also shocked again and again, he rejected the maid and did the errands for Ye Ning himself.

It's not about status, identity and plans.

He just used his own way to express his respect for the generation of calligraphy masters.

That's right!

Ye Ning is a generation of calligraphy masters!

With this font alone, even if a contemporary calligrapher sees him, he should be polite and respectful.

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

A terrible thought reverberated in Liu Sanyuan's mind.

"Creating an original font?"

Xiao Qianqian is not a stupid woman with no ink on her chest, she is keenly aware of how shocking what Ye Ning has done.

No wonder His Majesty is so optimistic about her.

Even she had an unprecedented interest in Ye Ning.

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

"Original font..."

Cai Xianggao was shocked at first, and then showed bitterness on his face.

Ye Ning is such a monster...

At such a young age, he can do things that other literati can never do in a lifetime.

"Compared to Ye Ning, I'm really not as good... But now we're not competing in calligraphy, but poetry. In this regard, 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 people were stunned.

This……

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