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Chapter 88 Knights, You Come to Be the President of the Calligraphy Association (Please recommend and collect)

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

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, picked up the pen, and waved it.

Before starting to write, Zhang Xiao gave people the feeling of being elegant and noble, and he felt superior to others just because of his temperament.

You can start writing.

Zhang Xiao's feeling suddenly turned into a sense of freedom.

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 aura at the moment. Compared with Zhang Xiao's aura, their son-in-law was simply weak.

Look at the words written by Zhang Xiao...

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

In fact, for the test, Zhang Xiao doesn't need to write a whole poem at all. After all, the main thing to look at is the words, and writing one is enough.

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

And when they came back to their senses now and noticed the words, they immediately became sure in their hearts.

That's right, Zhang Xiao is the hope of Huaguo's calligraphy circle.

There is no doubt that Zhang Xiao is a monstrous genius in the calligraphy world.

Look at the content on the rice paper again.

"Xia Ke Xing".

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

After the matter, go to the Buddha clothes, and hide your body and name deeply.

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hiss!
The ability of this ancient poem is simply too heaven defying.

Everyone present widened their eyes, and the poems written by Zhang Xiao couldn't help echoing in their minds.

Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no name for thousands of miles; go away with the Buddha clothes, and hide your body and name deeply.

What a poem!
Good sentence!
However, Zhang Xiao was still writing at this time, and finally wrote: "Even if the heroic bone is fragrant, it will not gradually become a hero in the world; who can write your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Jing."

"call···"

After finishing writing, he let out a sigh of relief, Zhang Xiao put the brush aside, then smiled and cupped his hands and said modestly: "It's a clumsy work, it's a shame."

Everyone at the scene: "..."

What do you call clumsy work?Do you have any misunderstanding about the word "clumsy work"?

After witnessing Zhang Xiao's writing, the calligraphers at the scene no longer knew what words to use to describe their mood at the moment.

The words were written by Zhang Xiao, and they watched and wrote them with their own eyes.

Elegant, free and easy, with a chic temperament, that is to say, Zhang Xiao is indeed the only one in Huaguo who can write his own style of copybook.

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

Look at this ancient poem again.

It is completely convincing, no one dares to say that he can write ancient poems of the same level.

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

The person who was called Master Zhu by Aunt Zhou before was extremely excited at this time, and hurried to Zhang Xiao's side, took Zhang Xiao's hand, and said excitedly:

"As the saying goes, masters are masters. Zhang Xiao, your calligraphy attainments have already reached the pinnacle. Come to our Calligraphy Association as the president!"

Zhang Xiao looked at the 70-[-]-year-old man in front of him with suspicion on his face.

Moreover, the old man looked at him with a feeling of... basic love.

In fact, from the perspective of these calligraphers, it is normal. There has not been a calligrapher who can write his own charm in Huaguo for nearly a hundred years.

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

However, Zhang Xiao's calligraphy has no traces of the ancients, and he has his own style. That is to say, he is a calligrapher with his own style in the last hundred years.

For 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, "Old Zhu, don't mess around, don't we all agree?"

"Just let Zhang Xiao go to your Calligraphy Association as the honorary president."

Without the slightest hesitation, Master Zhu said decisively: "No, our calligraphy world has been silent for too long. If Zhang Xiao can come to serve as the president, I believe he will be able to lead our calligraphy world to create greater glories."

Qin Qingfeng complained mercilessly: "Fart, being the honorary president can also create another glory, don't act recklessly, if you give him the president all at once, you will definitely not convince the public, you are harming him. "

"You fucking fart!" No one thought that Master Zhu would be impatient, and even swear words came out.

He blushed and retorted with a thick neck: "Old Qin, don't think that I don't know what you're planning. Don't you just want Zhang Xiao to take over your class?"

Hearing his words, Qin Qingfeng's old face turned red, pointed at Master Zhu and argued, "You...don't talk nonsense, do you have any evidence?"

Master Zhu snorted coldly, and said, "We've known each other for decades, I don't know what's on your mind, look at how you hide and hide, and when you mention honorary president, I know you How did the wishful thinking come about?"

Seeing that the two old men in their 70s and [-]s were about to fight, Zhang Xiao smiled wryly and said, "Well, Master Zhu, it's up to you, can you let go of my hand first?"

It's really not used to being held by an old man like this and not letting go.

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

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

And Yang Mi was secretly happy: "Zhang Xiao can write a few words casually, so many seniors in the calligraphy world are sought after, and they are even about to fight for him. He really deserves to be my Yang Mi's man."

Yang Dingguo also had a smile on his face, and said cheerfully: "Isn't that right, Zhang Xiao is the real master? You two are both tens of years old, what's the use of arguing here?"

"Old Zhu, let go of your hands quickly, and talk slowly if you have something to say!"

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

"Believe me, really, if the Calligraphy Association has you as its president, it will definitely lead us to create greater glories."

Don't mention how awkward Zhang Xiao felt when he was stared at so directly by an old man. For him, as for the calligraphy world to create another brilliant thing.

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

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

Besides, when people graduate, they basically don't even touch a pen. They type on a computer or a mobile phone. It is estimated that many people don't even know how to hold a brush.

Today's calligraphy has become a kind of cultivation of sentiment, where is the grand occasion of the past?

(End of this chapter)