"Just him, seventeen-year-old is a master-level level?" Qi Yu shook his head, "Dean, I know I shouldn't doubt you, but my heart tells me that it's impossible." ”

"Yes, how is it possible? Even if a seventeen-year-old person has been practicing calligraphy since his mother's womb, it has only been eighteen years, how can it be a master's level. The teachers shook their heads.

"Mr. Ye, you can prove it to them, and it just so happens that I have also seen what it is like to write a complete font with your unique calligraphy structure. Liu Song eagerly invited.

"Okay. ”

Ye Chen didn't refuse, how could he miss such a good opportunity to slap his face.

He glanced at Qi Yu lightly, and said in his heart, you wait for a while and your face will be swollen.

"Let's go, let's go inside. ”

Liu Song led everyone into the hall of the Academy, set up the four treasures of the study, and then stepped aside, looking at Ye Chen feverishly.

The teachers shook their heads one after another, Dean Liu valued Ye Chen too much, and after a while, he couldn't write well, and he fell into the abyss from the top of the mountain, and he had to fall to his death.

Ye Chen held the pen in one hand, in the shape of an elbow, his posture was flat and stable, and he was most suitable for writing.

Whew!

One by one, it slowly unfolded under Ye Chen's hands.

As Ye Chen wrote, the surrounding teachers quickly changed their eyes, and they calmed down one by one, and then a series of inhalation sounds sounded in the hall.

Hiss!

Ye Chen wrote, the point is like the falling leaves of high dust, the horizontal is like a thousand miles of clouds, vertical like a long live withered vine, the sword cuts off the horn and teeth of the rhino elephant, and the pen is often three times.

The whole font structure is elegant and generous, and the French style is rigorous, which seems to be fair, but in fact it is dangerous. The glyph adopts a rectangular posture, the words and line spacing are large, and the chapter appears loose and clear.

It was definitely a master, and the shocked crowd was silent for a long time.

Liu Song was even more unbearable, his hands trembled, pointing to Ye Chen's words, and muttering to himself: "A new font is definitely a new font, my God, I have witnessed the birth of a heart font." ”

"Hey, it's a poem. ”

After everyone was shocked by the new font, they began to pay attention to what Ye Chen had written.

Ye Chen wrote a poem, the name of the poem is Yongzhen, the content is:

Thousands of hammers and a needle, upside down and upside down.

The eyes are long on the buttocks, and they only recognize the clothes but not the people.

"This ......" everyone looked at each other, the whole poem is called Yongzhen, which is really ironic, but the poem does not mention the kind of people who are satirical, even so, even if they don't know a few big words, they can see at a glance what kind of people this poem satirizes, and this poem is wonderful.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Vice Dean Qi Yu, 'I only recognize clothes but not people', ironically saying that Qi Yu only relied on Ye Chen's age, and Linggen denied his talent.

The irony is devoid of fireworks, which is really powerful.

"You ......" Qi Yu trembled angrily.

"Good poetry, good poetry. Liu Song also paid attention to the content of the calligraphy itself, and praised it again and again: "The words of the whole poem are straightforward, but they explain things clearly, and they have the ability to turn decay into magic." ”

"Teacher Liu, you are definitely qualified to be a teacher in the Academy of Literature. Liu Song carefully folded the pin poem, "Give me this poem." ”

Nima!

Everyone scolded in their hearts, Dean, you are too undisciplined, a poem will buy you.

"Dean, I disagree. Qi Yu stiffened his neck and said suddenly.

"Why?" Liu Song's face was full of doubts, "Teacher Ye's calligraphy is excellent, and his poetry is also excellent, which completely echoes the requirements of the academy." ”

"Hmph, who knows if he copied this poem, even if he didn't copy it, he was suspected of satirizing me, and he didn't respect the teacher, so he must not pass. Qi Yu blushed, even if he broke the satirical poem, he would never allow Ye Chen.

"Don't respect teachers?" Ye Chen sneered, "I'm a teacher, you are also a teacher, we are colleagues, how can you respect teachers?"

"You...... I'm older than you. Qi Yu said angrily.

"Older than me, can you rely on the old and sell the old? Hmph, I'm younger than you, why don't I see you loving and caring for the young. Ye Chen snorted coldly, nonsense, Lao Tzu will accompany him to the end.

Next Olympics!

The teachers who watched the excitement around were dumbfounded, scolding like this, there was really no literati spirit at all.

"Okay, pay attention to the impact. Liu Song finally calmed down from Ye Chen's calligraphy works and paid attention to the contradictions between the two.

"Qi Yu, your argument is untenable, and if there are no new reasons to refute it, I don't support you. Liu Song said.

"Poetry aside, let's talk about calligraphy. Qi Yu took a deep breath and said with a look, "I admit that his calligraphy is indeed very good, the atmosphere is regular, the law is strict, and he is a family of his own, which is enough to be passed on." ”

"What's wrong with him, he's changed his mind?"

The surrounding teachers were surprised, Vice Dean Qi is not a person who admits defeat easily, what happened to him today?

Ye Chen was not so easy to deal with, he said lightly: "But what." ”

"Hmph, it seems that you are very self-aware and know what I am going to say. ”

Qi Yu glanced at Ye Chen hatefully, "But this level has only reached the first level in the field of calligraphy and painting, and it is far from qualified to teach students." ”

"This ......"

Suddenly, the crowd remembered something they had overlooked.

The achievements of calligraphy and painting are divided into four realms: direct description, psychic, cunning, and shocking.

Direct drawing is the most intuitive description of fonts and things, and this realm requires that the more similar the painting, the better, and the more beautiful the font, the better. But that's just that, you can only be a calligrapher and a painter, and it has no effect on cultivation. Ordinary people can achieve it after several years of hard training.

Psychic, refers to the calligraphy and painting of the font scene, no longer rigid, but has spirituality, so that people can imprint in their minds at a glance, for example, write a wind word, you will feel a gust of wind blowing from your side, of course, not really windy. The words that Liu Song wrote in the dense forest before were in this realm.

The third realm is the intention, the pen first remembers, the word is in the intention, this realm, requires the writing of the heart of the intention, the pen to write the word contains the artistic conception, write a wind word, is no longer a feeling, and really feel the wind is blowing. In this Yanwu Kingdom, no one has yet reached this realm.

The fourth realm of the Thrill of Heaven only exists in books and is difficult to find.

No matter how good the font Ye Chen writes, it is just in the first realm of direct description, and it is okay to set up a stall on the street to write a Spring Festival couplet, but it can't be on the table, let alone teach students.

Therefore, Qi Yu's reason is very good, Ye Chen's calligraphy is not enough for him to become a teacher in the academy.

"This ......"

Liu Song was also embarrassed.

He took a fancy to Ye Chen's calligraphy, not only because Ye Chen's calligraphy was good-looking, but mainly because he felt that after learning Ye Chen's calligraphy, the words he wrote were more psychic.

Maybe we can go one step further and reach the realm of intention.

But just like Qi Yu said, Ye Chen's calligraphy itself did not reach the psychic realm, so he could not become a teacher.

As the head of the first hospital, his teachers are all watching, and he can't open the back door for Ye Chen.

"Teacher Ye, I'm sorry, your calligraphy level is indeed not qualified to be a teacher of the Academy of Letters. Liu Song smiled bitterly.

(End of chapter)