Chapter 1811 If You Want to Write, You Can Do It

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Ye Hong rarely practices calligraphy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to calligraphy.

"Ding! Trigger the master-level calligraphy ability, trigger the master-level imitation ability..."

The pen in Ye Hong's hand swam quickly on the paper, like a dragon and a snake.

One tick and one drawing, circling forward and backward, moving like clouds and flowing water.

Soon, a vigorous and powerful character appeared in front of Wei Hongshu and Zeng Taoyin.

After seeing this work, the eyes of both of them were shocked.

"Qunhong plays in the sea, dancing cranes travel in the sky... Why is this, this word so familiar?!"

Zeng Taoyin suddenly looked at Wei Hongshu in shock, pointed at him and exclaimed, "Duke Wei, isn't this your work?"

Wei Hongshu also stared blankly at the words hanging on the wall.

It was a letter written by Wei Hongshu himself.

But the strange thing is that the word Ye Hong wrote is exactly the same as the one on the wall!

If they hadn't seen Ye Hong's writing with their own eyes, both of them would have doubted whether the work in front of them was a direct copy!

"How did you do it?"

The two elderly people who were nearly sixty years old all looked at Ye Hong stupidly, like two ignorant filial piety.

Ye Hong spread his hands and said lightly, "If you want to write, you can do it."

Zeng Taoyin almost spit out old blood when Ye Hong said that he was almost a treasurer.

If calligraphy was as simple as Ye Hong said, he wouldn't have to worry about finding an apprentice.

But before he knew it, Zeng Taoyin had lost the contempt he had just now, but re-examined Ye Hong.

He frowned and said, "Are you kidding me here with Duke Wei?"

Wei Hongshu immediately smiled bitterly: "Engong Zeng, if I had known that this kid was so evil, I would have accepted it as my apprentice."

Heaven and earth can be learned. Wei Hongshu only thought that Ye Hong was a learning genius before, and could not bear to bury his literary talent, so he decided to give Ye Hong a fortune and let him worship Zeng Taoyin as a teacher.

But where did Wei Hongshu ever think about it, Ye Hong's calligraphy ability is also so evil!

Therefore, Wei Hongshu has regretted his bowels now, and always feels that a piece of meat has been cut off from his heart - a big loss!

"Humph! I don't believe it."

Zeng Taoyin shook his head in disbelief, and suddenly looked at Ye Hong with a calm face and said, "If you can imitate the essence of my Zeng Feng's cursive script, I won't accept you as a disciple, and I will call you teacher directly. .

dare you? "

It seemed that the suspicious old man was still convinced that Ye Hong and Wei Hongshu would deceive him together.

Wei Hongshu smiled helplessly, but Ye Hong smiled confidently: "What's so difficult about this?"

Just pick up the pen and write again.

For some reason, seeing Ye Hong's calm smile, Zeng Taoyin felt a strong unease in his heart.

Ye Hong's brushwork this time is very different from Fang.

If it was just that the pen was walking the dragon and snake, now it is the flick of a brush, the pen end is changing.

One of the biggest features of Zeng Feng's cursive script is its variability.

Every tick and every point, not only has a strong Zeng style, but also mixes the characteristics of the famous masters of the past dynasties.

That's why Zeng Feng's cursive script is so difficult to imitate.

However, these difficulties were not worth mentioning to Ye Hong.

"Ding! Trigger the master-level calligraphy ability, trigger the master-level imitation ability..."

Moments later, a well-written work appeared again.

And Zeng Taoyin was completely dumbfounded.

He picked up the rice paper with trembling hands and looked closely.

The protruding eyeballs are almost connected to the paper.

However, no matter how critical he was, he could not pick out any flaws in this work that were different from Zeng Feng's cursive script.

It's like Zeng Taoyin wrote it himself.