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Chapter 87 Calligraphy test, what did Zhang Xiao write (please recommend and collect)

At this time, the group of people beside Yang Dingguo were all staring at the wooden box in his hand, with fiery eyes.

it seems...
They should all be from the calligraphy world!

And the only purpose of their coming here should be the two copybooks written by Zhang Xiao in the wooden box!
Yang Dingguo found two tables, put them together, and then took out the two copybooks from the wooden box, and slowly spread them out.

hiss!
As soon as the copybook was opened, everyone present immediately fell silent, and everyone's face was full of shock.

At this moment, they knew that Yang Dingguo and Qin Qingfeng hadn't lost sight of each other, and that these two copybooks had indeed written their own charm.

And if they watched it on the spot, they could feel the unique charm of every stroke and stroke in the copybook, every horizontal and vertical.

Several people were thinking carefully, and their hearts became more and more excited.

"Yes, absolutely right, this is definitely not imitating the charm of ancient sites, but a unique style that has never appeared before, writing out the charm."

"It's so beautifully written, it's really so beautiful!"

"I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I could see such a beautiful copybook. The calligraphy world of Huaguo is saved!"

"Genius, a genius in calligraphy!"

All the people present are masters of calligraphy, and they can tell at a glance whether the charm on this copybook is an imitation of the ancients.

Some copybooks are extremely arrogant, while some copybooks are full of arrogance.

And the two copybooks I saw in front of me were free and easy with a kind of vigor, and no ancient person had this style before.

Therefore, they can be sure that these two copybooks are not imitations.

After they were shocked, they looked at Zhang Xiao next to them with burning eyes.

At this time, Zhang Xiao was peeling a plate of melon seeds and pulp, and handed it to Yang Mi's mouth affectionately, coaxing: "Come and open your mouth, ah!"

"Ah!" Yang Mi opened her mouth and ate it in one bite. While chewing, she picked up the small plate in front of her, and brought the melon seeds and pulp to Zhang Xiao's mouth.

"···"

Ay Ya I gi.

Seeing this scene in front of them, everyone present was speechless in their hearts!
When is this, and they are still showing their affection in public.

All I can say is, it's nice to be young!

Yang Dingguo, the father-in-law, saw the scene of his daughter showing affection with Zhang Xiaoxiu, and felt quite emotional in his heart, "The way young people show affection now is really special enough." '

"Cough cough!"

Pretending to cough twice, he said, "That Zhang Xiao, don't eat it, come here."

"Oh, here we come!" Zhang Xiao hurriedly put down the plate in his hand, clapped his hands and walked to Yang Dingguo, asking, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Actually, it's nothing, I just want to ask, these two copybooks and poems are yours!" Yang Dingguo asked with some anxiety in his heart.

Before Zhang Xiao could open his mouth, Yang Mi, who followed beside him, put his hands on his hips and asked angrily: "Father, what do you mean by that? Didn't I just say that I rubbed the ink on these two copybooks with my own hands? Written by Zhang Xiao himself."

Seeing that his daughter was a little angry, Yang Dingguo quickly explained: "Oh, girl, you misunderstood."

"It's like this. After the Chinese New Year, your Uncle Qin gave a speech at the Southwest Academy, and after he saw these two copybooks by Zhang Xiao, he wanted me to ask if Zhang Xiao could help write the copybook again. Words, when the time comes, bring them over there to display."

Of course, this excuse was also a strategy that Yang Dingguo and the others discussed together on the way here.

These people who came over were not fools, it was impossible for them to come over and question Zhang Xiao just because Zhang Xiao was young.

In fact, their doubts are also very reasonable.

It's like saying that a ten-year-old child suddenly obtained a doctoral degree. Normal people will doubt it, but they also know that there are always some child prodigies in this world.

Therefore, for the same reason, although these people think that Zhang Xiao is too young, these two copybooks do not look like they were written by him.

But, what if he wrote it?

What if Zhang Xiao is that kind of monstrous genius?
That's why they came up with such an excuse, and tactfully set up a test to verify Zhang Xiao's calligraphy level.

As long as Zhang Xiao wrote a copybook in front of them, the truth and falsehood would naturally be revealed.

"Oh, so that's the case!" Yang Mi thought she had misunderstood them, so she smiled apologetically and said nothing more.

At this moment, Yang Dingguo turned his attention to Zhang Xiao again, seeing that Zhang Xiao was frowning all the time, looking very distressed, he asked, "Is there no new poem?"

"It doesn't matter if there are no new poems. You can choose any one from "March in the Army" and "Poem of Mulan"!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiao didn't understand what these people meant, he shook his head and said, "No, I'm going to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone now, I've already thought about what to write."

The frown just now didn't mean that Zhang Xiao couldn't write it. In fact, he could remember at least a hundred of the [-] Tang poems in his mind.

He was just considering whether to accept the test of these people, since the father-in-law had spoken in person, Zhang Xiao did not refuse in the end.

Immediately, several people directly put the table together, and then ran downstairs to take out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the trunk.

Seeing how well prepared everyone was, Zhang Xiao smiled.

I was really guessed by myself. These people didn't say anything on the surface, but Zhang Xiao could still feel that this was setting a test for himself.

But Zhang Xiao can understand, after all, he is only 24 years old and already has such a high attainment in calligraphy, it is reasonable for them to have doubts.

Soon, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready.

Yang Mi walked to Zhang Xiao's side and started grinding ink for him.

Yang Dingguo, Qin Qingfeng and the old men who followed them also stood aside one after another, staring at Zhang Xiao intently.

On Xu Lan's side, with her three old sisters, she didn't even play mahjong, and came over to watch Zhang Xiao write.

Zhang Xiao stood in front of the table, closed his eyes and meditated, breathing slowly, and gradually calmed down in his heart.

Qin Qingfeng praised: "This momentum is good!"

Several other people also followed suit: "Indeed, this momentum is very good."

"Lao Yang, if nothing else, your son-in-law will die just because of his aura."

Xu Lan interrupted with a smile: "Of course, I have never seen a young man with such a good temperament as Zhang Xiao."

"Hush!" Yang Dingguo raised his hand and made a silence gesture, signaling everyone not to speak, and giving Zhang Xiao a quiet writing environment.

Everyone nodded, held their breath and concentrated, with their mouths tightly closed, for fear of disturbing Zhang Xiao.

(End of this chapter)