Chapter 1811

Yehong seldom practices calligraphy, but that doesn't mean he can't.

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

the pen in Yehong's hand swims on the paper like a dragon walking and a snake running.

A hook and a picture, whirling forward and backward, flowing clouds and flowing water.

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

After seeing this piece of work, both eyes are shocked.

"How can this painting be so familiar?"

Zeng taoyin suddenly looked at Wei Hongshu, pointed at him and exclaimed, "Wei Gong, isn't this your work?"

Wei Hongshu also looked at the words on the wall.

It was a picture of Wei Hongshu's own words.

is as like as two peas. This is a word written by night Hong, which is exactly the same as the wall.

If not to see Yehong's writing, both of them would doubt whether the work in front of them was directly copied out!

"How do you do it?"

Two nearly 60 years old, all look at Ye Hong foolishly, like two ignorant children.

Night Hong spread out a hand, light way: "want to write, just do it."

Zeng taoyin was almost like bao'er'ai Yehong's understatement. He was so angry that his old blood gushed out.

If calligraphy is as simple as Yehong said, he will not worry about finding his apprentice.

But unknowingly, Zeng taoyin had no longer despised the talent, but reexamined qiyehong.

He frowned and said, "are you kidding me with Wei Gong?"

Wei Hongshu immediately laughed bitterly: "Zeng Gong, if I had known this boy was so evil, I would have taken him as an apprentice."

Wei Hongshu thought Ye Hong was a learning genius and couldn't bear to bury his literary talent. So he decided to give ye Hong a chance to learn from Zeng taoyin.

But where did Wei Hongshu think that Yehong's calligraphy ability is so evil!

Because Wei Hongshu's intestines are regretful now, he always feels that a piece of meat has been cut off from his heart!

"Hum! I don't believe it. "

Zeng taoyin shook his head in disbelief, and suddenly looked at the light and cloudless night Hong and said, "if you can imitate the essence of my Zeng Feng cursive script, I will not accept you as an apprentice and call you a teacher directly.

Dare you? "

It seems that this suspicious old man or duding Night Hong and Wei Hongshu together to deceive him.

Wei Hongshu's face was full of helpless and bitter smile, but Yehong was confident with a smile: "what's the difficulty?"

Write again with the pen.

For some reason, seeing Yehong's leisurely smile, Zeng taoyin was deeply disturbed.

Ye Hong's writing style this time is quite different from just now.

If it's just a stroke of ink, now it's time to switch on the power and change the pen.

The biggest characteristic of Zeng Feng cursive script is its variability.

Every hook and every point, not only with a strong Zeng style, but also mixed with the characteristics of the famous masters of past dynasties.

It is just like this that Zeng Feng's cursive script is so difficult to imitate.

However, these difficulties are not worth mentioning.

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

a moment later, a well written work appeared again.

And Zeng taoyin is totally stupid.

He picked up the rice paper with shaking hands and looked at it closely.

The protruding eyes are almost connected to the paper.

However, no matter how critical he was, he couldn't pick out any flaws different from Zeng Feng's cursive script.

It's like Zeng taoyin wrote it himself.