Entertainment: I became a god at the National Goddess Concert

Chapter 315

Suddenly, Qin Yang handed over a brush, pointed to the rice paper that was newly laid on the ground, and told Peng Xinmin.

Peng Xinmin was a little surprised. How did Qin Yang know what he wanted to do next?

Seeing that Peng Xinmin was hesitant, Qin Yang immediately added: "Since Professor Peng thinks that the calligraphy I write is average, how about Professor Peng himself writes a copy to compare? You should be like this, right?"

Qin Yang looked confident because he knew that this "Preface to the Lanting Collection" would never have such a stunning brushwork again after Wang Xizhi.

Even on his original planet, no matter how many outstanding people in later generations copy, they cannot copy the charm of Mr. Wang Xizhi.

Because every word of the calligraphy in "Preface to the Lanting Collection" is exquisite, and it has ups and downs with the author's emotions.

As the saying goes, since the characters are beautiful, they are particularly good at layout. The so-called adding one point is too long and losing one point is too little.

To be honest, if Qin Yang writes it again now, maybe he won’t be able to write such a charm.

Peng Xinmin looked at Qin Yang and was a little panicked.

However, he took the brush given by Qin Yang with his teeth and rolled up his sleeves and showed off his skills.

"Wait!!! Wait!! Let's wait!"

The old dean suddenly shouted nervously.

Peng Xinmin was inexplicably moved and soft-hearted when he saw the old dean's nervous look.

After all, they are all from the same research institute. I have been with the old dean for two or three years. Seeing Peng Xinmin like this, I guess the old dean is a little reluctant to leave.

Peng Xinmin was about to say that the old dean was relieved. I would not lose to this junior. When the old dean walked onto the stage, his thin body blocked the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" just now written by Qin Yang.

"Don't break it! Come and protect this one by a dozen people."

It turned out that the old dean was worried that Peng Xinmin would be angry and angry. He went downstairs and directly destroyed what Qin Yang wrote. He asked a dozen people to come up just to prevent everyone from holding him down when Peng Xinmin went crazy.

Peng Xinmin:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

"Hmph! What's so good about this! I don't believe that I don't even have a good writer in my opinion!"

Peng Xinmin was so angry that he picked up the brush and started writing.

This is simply a large-scale battle scene!

I don't know why, but the students in the audience felt...

Why can you read people's writing now so excitedly?

Although... they are not very clear whether these words are well written...

Anyway, it's enough to write better than them.

But when Peng Xinmin wrote about "Hui Feng Heavy", the old dean shook his head.

"This is not a place where Huifeng and Chang are... It's simply a storm."

The old dean commented.

Peng Xinmin’s calligraphy is so hostile... it is really too heavy.

The more he said this, the more angry Peng Xinmin was, and he wrote without hesitation.

Suddenly, a phone call that resounded throughout the entire Great Hall came over...

It seemed that the speaker connecting to the conference hall in the studio came in.

Everyone was very curious and watched around.

Peng Xinmin was very panicked, and when he called the phone, he became even more irritable.

"What are you doing? Didn't you see someone writing? Why did you call here at this time?"

Peng Xinmin roared around, his eyes covered with red blood.

However, the old dean's very detailed action made everyone laugh and cry.

The first reaction of the old dean was to open his arms and block the front of the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" written by Qin Yang, looking as if he was ready to die.

Qin Yang shook his head helplessly and said to Peng Xinmin: "When I wrote at that time, you made a lot of noise... The core of writing is that your heart must be calm."

"Haha! Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Well, that's how it's understood."

Qin Yang actually answered directly, which made Peng Xinmin even more angry.

At this time the phone was answered and a heavy and deep voice came: "Amin, stop."

Hearing this sound, Peng Xinmin's blood seemed to be flowing still and beat him.

It's like a relic that made Peng Xinmin put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha on his own...

Peng Xinmin felt his whole body tremble when he heard this.

"Is this...the president of the Calligraphy Association?"

Peng Xinmin just drank tea with the president of the Calligraphy Association yesterday, so his voice is more familiar.

But the president called from Yanjing specifically. What happened?

"The president of the Calligraphy Association has all exploded?!"

"Haunted?"

"Hahahaha... Is the only one who noticed the saying "Stop Amin"? Why is it so funny?"

The students in the audience became lively again.

How lucky I am today, I witnessed so many big names in different fields in one nightfield.

It's simply a feast of visual and auditory sense.

...

I only heard the president of the Calligraphy Association sigh "Oh" and said, "You can't write words like Xiaoyou Qin..."

The pen in Peng Xinmin's hand suddenly stopped.

Because the time for a while is a little longer, the pen and ink of a certain character become a little heavier, which looks inconsistent.

"But……"

Peng Xinmin was still unwilling to give up and began to wonder if Qin Yang had any background and power behind him.

Seeing that Peng Xinmin was still obsessed with it, the president of the Calligraphy Association explained: "Looking at the Preface to the Lanting Collection is like a breeze entering the sleeves and a bright moon entering the arms; this article written by Qin Yang is really shocking! You can look down on it. , look upward and look back…”

When I heard the president with absolutely authoritative calligraphy world say this, the old dean is the first to do so.

After the old dean did as he did, he showed a look of surprise on his face.

"It's really amazing! Especially when looking at this calligraphy from the perspective of looking up, those seemingly unbalanced areas have been balanced!"

When everyone heard this, they stretched their necks one after another, and they all turned into giraffes and watched them together.

It's really as the old dean said!

Qin Yang stood there and looked at him from different angles...

oops! He wrote it himself, but he really didn't find it!

"Anyway... there are so many exquisite things about this "Preface to the Lanting Collection"! Not to mention you, even me, I can't write such a copybook."

Even though I couldn't see the chairman of the Calligraphy Association, everyone was shocked by his tone!

This is the highest-ranking person in the calligraphy world of China. Now he admits in public that he can't write a 20-year-old boy's hand?

What's wrong with this world?

Peng Xinmin was even more crazy. What's going on with everyone today!

This is not a slap in the face, but a slap in the face, and you have to turn it a few times when you step on it!

"I just don't want such treasures to be questioned. When I first saw them, I was very excited. In my lifetime, I have no regrets to be able to see the world's number one running script!"

The president of the Calligraphy Association did not seem to care about the emotions of the audience on the scene, but became more and more excited as he spoke.

but……

"The world's number one running script!" These words are very eye-catching!

With such a high evaluation, what else can Peng Xinmin say?

What else can the students present say?

Can't say anything!

Unless there is really someone else, come up with works that can match it.

What if there is a "Commemoration to Nephew" suddenly...

Sorry, this one can only rank second.

If Su Shi was born, a "Cold Food Post" would come...

Sorry, this one can only rank third.

In short, there is no one who can fight.