When you come down from the stage.

Zhu Shaoqian looked very lost.

But.

Zhang Yi immediately walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Qian, don't think so much!"

Hearing Zhang Yi's voice, Zhu Shaoqian couldn't help but be stunned, and a suppressed breath was spit out with his opening.

"It's up to you!"

He said.

If the next round is still calligraphy, to be honest, Zhang Yi is confident.

Though.

This ability to write calligraphy comes from a strange place.

But if you can win, you can win!

There are four people left, including Zhang Yi.

When they came to power, they were the same as before. Or is it a poem, two into one on both sides, one word, and two into one again, so as to determine the candidate of four into one.

This.

Selected poems by Ma Yixian.

It's "The Hermit Doesn't Meet".

Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine.

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.

It is also a poem with a very meaningful meaning, after Zhang Yi finished reading this poem in his heart, he immediately had the picture of this poem in his mind.

The next moment.

He began to put pen to paper.

With the feeling of this poem, this poem, the same, is done in one go.

And.

At the end of this poem, Zhang Yi also suddenly had an inspiration, and with a movement of his hand, he deformed the word "cloud" and turned it into a cloud pattern similar to that on ancient paintings or sculptures.

Combination of calligraphy and painting.

The artistic conception of this seclusion is expressed to the extreme.

The words are picturesque, and the world in the painting seems to leap into people's minds under the stroke of God.

When this was written.

The person on the other side hasn't done it yet.

glanced at Zhang Yi's words, and the man was stunned.

When he came to his senses.

Sigh slightly.

"I'm sorry, I abstain!"

It's not that he doesn't want to write, but even if he writes it and writes his own best realm, there is still an unimaginable distance between him and Zhang Yi's painting.

If he compares his own words with Zhang Yi's words.

Perhaps, it will be even more humiliating than saying that it abstains.

The chatter below gradually got up.

"Is he a genius?"

"He's still so young!"

"How do I feel, his words, the connotation of his demeanor, seems to have caught up with Master Ma's demeanor, how is this possible, he is still just a child!"

"His opponent, who chose to abstain, was a very smart choice!"

"It seems that in terms of calligraphy, this young man should be the most outstanding young man in the past ten years. He was not seen in last year's painting and calligraphy competition, and if he participated, the leader would definitely be his! ”

"That's right, it's definitely him!"

“……”

The voices of these discussions below, sentence by sentence, all reached Feng Linrui's ears.

The more he listened, the more angry Feng Linrui became.

He clenched his fists secretly.

The most outstanding young man in painting and calligraphy?

Then what am I, Feng Linrui?

Last year's leader was obviously mine, and even if he participated, the leader would be mine!

In his mind, he thought about it.

His face became darker and darker......

Subsequently.

It's the second round of the four-in-one.

Zhang Yi and Chen Qing faced off.

Chen Qing's strength, compared with his opponent, is also an existence at the level of crushing opponents. It's just that Zhang Yi's amazement just now made his excellence overlooked.

The round begins.

Ma Yixian inscribed a poem by Yue Fei in the Song Dynasty.

"Man Jianghong".

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest.

Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, fierce and fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons.

……

When Chen Qing saw this poem.

I already had his understanding in my heart.

The pen is sharp.

A poem, with the thought of the heart, jumped up.

And when Zhang Yi saw this poem, he didn't know why, as if a fire was burning in his heart. He seemed to see Yue Fei standing on a high platform, with his incomparable heroism.

It's hard to hide the excitement in your hands.

There was even more anger in his chest.

Dipping in ink, as if dipped in a black fire, shuttled on the rice paper like a grassland. The flames, shuttling through the grassland, suddenly became an ancient battlefield.

The wolf smoke is everywhere, and the rain is falling.

……

Wait for Zhang Yi to put pen to paper.

The brush in his hand slammed heavily on the rice paper.

The barrel of the pen snapped in response.

What was left behind was a splash of ink.

With the texture of the rice paper, it fainted away, like the water of a great river, and like the place where the blood was seen on the soldier's body, and the red blood was smeared on the clothes.

The audience fell silent!

When the silence was at its extreme, looking at Zhang Yi's words, in their minds, it seemed that a horn was blown.

They seemed to see Yue Fei standing on the high platform outside the plug.

Splash ink!

Boil over!

When you come back to your senses.

Zhang Yi found that the brush in his hand was folded in half.

I'll go?

What's wrong with me?

Got the top of the handwriting?

Looking at the broken pen, Zhang Yi felt a little embarrassed.

So.

He looked at Ma Yixian over there and said very apologetically.

"Ma Lao, I'm sorry, I'm ...... I'm pushing too hard! ”

These words brought Ma Yixian back to his senses.

He took a deep breath.

I couldn't speak for a long time.

Then.

He walked up to Zhang Yi, took the painting, and admired it. The old man looked at this picture, sometimes smiling, sometimes compassionate, and could not hide the emotions on his face.

The people below.

Then they all talked about it.

They were about ten meters away from the stage, and they were deeply affected by Zhang Yi's emotions in creating this painting, and they were also integrated into it just now.

seems to have seen the scenes in "Man Jianghong".

Chen Qing standing opposite.

At this time, I couldn't help but wipe the sweat from my forehead.

Yes, that's a cold sweat!

When he came back to his senses, he walked up to Zhang Yi and said to him directly.

"I lost!"

After speaking.

He walked straight off the stage.

Praises, exclamations, endlessly.

However, these voices continued to stimulate Feng Linrui, who had just won the other side of the four into one in the audience, he gritted his teeth tightly, he really couldn't accept that others praised Zhang Yi like this!

He felt that these should be his!

Stage.

After Ma Yixian finished appreciating it.

He didn't comment on the painting, because, he thought, there was no need for it.

Winning or losing has long been known.

What is the result of this picture and the audience's reaction has already explained everything.

But.

He said it anyway.

"In this round of competition, Zhang Yi won and advanced!"

Below.

There was almost a cheer.

It's a bit of a sense of hope.

Zhang Yi gestured to Ma Yixian, and then walked down from the stage.

Before the final.

There was a short break.

Ma Yixian instructed Ma Zhenhui to collect Zhang Yi's handwriting, he felt that this person would have a great weapon in the future, and this character was probably his famous work.

Offstage.

Zhu Shaoqian felt like he was in a dream.

Zhang Yi's performance once again refreshed his perception of calligraphy.