1811: C1811 If You Want to Write You Can Do It

C1811 If You Want to Write You Can Do It

Ye Hong rarely practiced calligraphy, but that didn't mean he didn't know calligraphy.

Ding! Activating proficient-level calligraphy ability, activating proficient-level imitation ability... "

The pen in Ye Hong's hand moved quickly on the paper like a dragon or a snake.

With each stroke, it moved back and forth smoothly.

Very quickly, a bold and powerful word appeared in front of Wei Hongshu and Zeng Tao.

When they saw this piece of work, their eyes shook.

"A group of great people playing in the sea, dancing cranes in the sky. ... Why is this character so familiar?!"

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

Wei Hongshu also looked at the words hanging on the wall in a daze.

It was Wei Hongshu's own words.

What was strange was that the handwriting Ye Hong wrote was exactly the same as the one on the wall!

If they hadn't seen Ye Hong's handwriting with their own eyes, the two of them would have doubted whether this work in front of them was directly copied.

"How did you do it?"

The two old men looked at Ye Hong in a daze, like two ignorant children.

Ye Hong shrugged. He said lightly, "If you want to write, just do it."

Zeng Daoyin almost did Bao Er, ah, Ye Hong's words were casual. Ye Hong was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

If calligraphy was as simple as Ye Hong had said, he wouldn't have to worry about not being able to find a disciple.

But unknowingly, Zeng Daoyin no longer looked down on Ye Hong. Instead, he looked at Ye Hong again.

He frowned and said, "Kid, are you and Duke Wei working together to scare me?"

Wei Hongshu immediately smiled bitterly. "Duke Zeng, if I had known earlier that this kid was such a monster, I would have taken him as my disciple."

The heavens and the earth could be seen. Wei Hongshu had thought that Ye Hong was a genius in learning and could not bear to bury his talent in literature. That was why he decided to give Ye Hong a gift of good fortune and let him acknowledge Zeng Yin as his master.

However, Wei Hongshu had never thought that Ye Hong's calligraphy ability was also so monstrous!

Therefore, Wei Hongshu's intestines were green with regret. He felt that a piece of flesh had been cut off from his heart - he had suffered a great loss!

"Humph! I don't believe it."

Zeng Daoyin shook his head in disbelief. Suddenly, he looked at Ye Hong, who looked calm and collected. "If you can imitate the essence of my Ceng Feng Grass Book, I won't take you as a disciple. I will call you teacher.

Do you dare? "

It seemed that this suspicious old man was sure that Ye Hong and Wei Hongshu would work together to deceive him.

Wei Hongshu had a helpless and bitter smile on his face, but Ye Hong smiled confidently. "What's so difficult about that?"

He picked up his pen and started writing again.

For some reason, when he saw Ye Hong's calm smile, Zeng Daoyin felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.

This time, Ye Hong's strokes were very different from before.0

If it was just a brush that moved like a snake or a snake, now it was a brush that moved like lightning.

One of the greatest characteristics of the Ceng Feng Grass Book was its versatility.

Every hook and every point carried a thick Zeng clan style, as well as the characteristics of generations of famous experts.

It was precisely because of this that Ceng Feng Grass Book was so difficult to imitate.

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

Ding! "Activate the proficient-level calligraphy ability, activate the proficient-level imitation ability..."

A moment later, a piece of ink appeared once again.

Zeng Daoyin was completely dumbfounded.

His hands trembled as he picked up the paper and examined it closely.

His bulging eyes were almost connected to the paper.

However, no matter how picky he was, he could not find any flaws in this work that were different from Ceng Feng's Grass Book.

It was as if Zeng Tao Yin had personally written it.

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