My Identity As A Schoolmaster Has Been Exposed

Eight people at a table!

In addition to Xu Cong himself, the seven people stared and looked forward to showing off. What's worse, Qian Yuejiang was here to join in the fun at this time.

"what happened?"

"You people, don't bully Xu Cong!" Everyone refused.

"Bullying? Why did you say this! Let's ask Xu Cong for advice!"

Qian Yuejiang, "???"

"Then you shouldn't put down the bowls and chopsticks! Don't give it to Xu Cong!"

Wu Liubai explained, "Xu Cong talked about calligraphy with us."

calligraphy?

!!!

Qian Yuejiang's first reaction, "Xu Cong even knows calligraphy?"

The old man opened the fan and showed it to Qian Yuejiang. After seeing it, Qian Yuejiang directly said his first reaction: "Xiaozhuan?"

The old man smiled, "But Xu Cong's first reaction, Yujin seal! He also directly understood the meaning of this sentence in Yujin seal."

Qian Yuejiang turned to look at Xu Cong, "Hey, you know calligraphy! Why didn't you say it earlier! It made me look for someone for so long!"

"Do you know the iron thread seal? There is a text on a stone tablet I just need someone to translate!"

Xu Cong looked at them speechlessly, let's be your own people!

What are you doing so looking at me?

Xu Cong curled his lips. "Can I eat first and talk later?"

Everyone said in unison: "Yes!"

This kind of scene is really rare. It's incredible that a lot of literary masters face a young man with this kind of attitude.

Qian Yuejiang was even more exaggerated, and immediately said to him: "You eat first, I will prepare the four treasures of the study!"

No need!

There is no need to be so exaggerated! I rely on!

As for you guys?

Xu Cong was helpless, and the food in front of him instantly disappeared, filling his stomach, Xu Cong wanted to escape.

But they looked at themselves eagerly one by one, who can bear to hurt them!

Hey……

After lunch, everyone returned to the revised meeting place one after another. Wu Liubai drove Meng Qingyin and shared the same car with Xu Cong.

Xu Cong couldn't help but asked him: "Professor Wu, are you not with Ms. Meng?"

Wu Liubai smiled and said calmly: "My thoughts coincide with hers, you are all important."

After laughing, he converged his mind, became serious, and continued to say to him: "I used to dig deep into your knowledge reserves, ignoring your other talents! His..."

"It's my fault!"

Xu Cong had a black line on his face when he said that, Professor Wu, you are scary!

Are you serious just to criticize yourself?

I thought you were going to tell me something, but it turned out to be the output...

Zhao Gensheng, who was driving in the car, didn't understand the meaning of this. He just studied ancient Chinese and had a little knowledge of calligraphy.

But he didn't understand, and he didn't dare to ask. He was ashamed to say that he was afraid of asking wrong questions and being criticized. Some things would be separated like a mountain.

Even if they are similar or related, there is a gap between the two lines. Sometimes it is humiliating to speak out in front of professionals.

Back at the venue, as soon as Xu Cong sat down, Qian Yuejiang took the Four Treasures from the study room, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and put them on the table!

He stretched out his hand and said to Xu Cong, "Please!"

Xu Cong looked at him blankly. Are you so active?

On the left, Meng Qingyin researches ink for him. These people are really too frightening.

too exaggerated!

It's too showy!

Xu Cong took a cold breath, imagine who can get this kind of treatment?

The surrounding experts and teachers also gathered around. This is no longer something he wants to write about, but it also involves everyone's perception of the problem. Everything is brought, not to write, is this not a show?

Qian Yuejiang, Qian Yuejiang, you old slicker, you have a scheming!

"call…"

Xu Cong took a deep breath and picked up the brush. What to write?

""Spring"!"

Victory day finds beauty in Surabaya

Xu Cong tarnished the ink and swept the rice paper with his pen. Written!

Everyone mentioned it. "What font will it be?"

"Xu Cong, this young man, there is no limit! I really want to know how he would write

""Spring"? Isn't it the opening poem of our revision conference? It's really the occasion!"

The crowd was whispering, and many people gathered around. They wanted to see how powerful the thin wrist of this young man was.

To be honest, Xu Cong is also very nervous. After all, it is the first time he took a brush and wrote in front of so many professionals. It has been ten years since the last time I wrote with the brush!

"hiss!"

Take a deep breath, when the brush suddenly falls! Xu Cong's wrist is exerting strength!

The moment the brush and rice paper touched, Xu Cong's mind was completely clear, which was completely different from how he felt when he touched the brush when he was a child.

As soon as he dropped the pen, the pen was sharp, and before everyone could see the words written by Xu Cong, he was already swinging his arms from side to side.

Strong hands! Stronger pens!

The characters written on rice paper are more powerful!

Everyone thought Xu Cong was showing off, but after he started writing, he turned sharply and finished in one go!

"The font is turning like a ring, unrestrained and smooth! All in one go!"

"Hi! Crazy grass! This is crazy grass!"

"The font is thin and thin! At first glance it looks messy, but when you look carefully, it looks like a galloping horse!"

"The gestures and faces are rushing! The fonts change a lot, dragons and phoenixes are dancing!"

"This reminds me of "Ancient Poems Four Posts" and Huai Su's "Self Narrative Posts"!"

"Especially "Self-reporting Posts", the fifth of my country's top ten famous posts! It is still being collected in museums today!"

From the first few words of Xu Cong's pen, everyone's discussion seemed like a flood bursting a bank, out of control.

"This, this, this, is this really something a little doll can write?" "Impossible! How is this possible!"

"His! Hiss! Hiss!"

Even the mentally prepared Wu Liubai and Qian Yuejiang, even if they trusted Xu Cong again, they were shocked by the scene before them!

"Iron painting silver hook!"

What is an iron painted silver hook?

It is Huai Suzhi's "Self-narrative Post"!

But today, the "Spring Day" written by Xu Cong is even better!

"The strokes turn far and away, like twists and turns of a steel cable, and the sharpness of the stroke is as sharp as a hook!"

Wu Liubai has studied crazy grass and knows it well, "Although there are only four sentences, the overall grass is continuous. The strokes are turned upside down, left and right, ups and downs, and there are diseases and slowness, light and heavy, like rhythm. The distinct musical melody is extremely dynamic."

"The pen is broken, and the strokes are endless, the tip of the pen returns to the hook and picks, one word, one line, or even a few lines, the dots and paintings echo each other!"

"Xu Cong! Xu Cong!! Xu Cong!!! You can really be alive!"

When Xu Cong's last sentence "A thousand purple and a thousand red are always spring finished!" At the end of the last word "chun", he raised his hand and his face was horizontal.

Before he put down the brush, someone came to pick up his pen in person, but there was no next because Meng Qingyin said, "Signed! Xu Cong, signed!"

Xu Cong wrote his name and date on the rice paper again. Qian Yuejiang even took out the ink pad and said hurriedly: "If there is no seal, just press a handprint! I will contact my friends in the capital to help you find a good piece of jade. , Make you a piece!"

Xu Cong's scalp was numb, and he said weakly: "It's not so, Academician Qian, you guys, it's really not!"

"As for! Why not!"

"You are young and young, but you can write such calligraphy that looks like a wild grass, which is a must in the world!"

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