Peerless prodigal system

Wu Liang swipes the pen, moves freely, accomplishes it overnight!

In just half a minute, Wu Liang finished writing and closed the pen!

A chic and elegant running script appeared in front of my eyes.

The ink was still wet, and Wu Liang hadn't picked it up for everyone to see.

However, the ink on the rice paper has not yet dried, but it is extraordinarily beautiful, unrestrained and very aesthetic.

This kind of beauty is fresh and not vulgar, bewitching but not pretentious, beautiful but not greasy.

It can be seen from a distance, can be seen from a distance, can be touched, but cannot be captured.

I can think of all the feelings of beauty, and it seems that I can be satisfied in it, but it is hard to imagine what kind of state this beauty has reached.

The words are indeed very beautiful, but the meaning expressed by this line of words is "very individual".

The ink is almost dry, and at this moment there are many people looking forward to it.

"Whether Wu Liang and the Book Association lied, I believe there will be an answer soon!"

"To be honest, I don't quite believe that Wu Liang can write a running script comparable to the best in the world. Of course, everything depends on the facts."

"Isn't the ink still dry? I can't wait to read it. If Wu Liang's calligraphy is really that high, his calligraphy will definitely be snapped up, right?"

"Qian Shaoyu is getting more and more disgusting. He doesn't look like the young master of the Qian family at all. I don't know what he has experienced recently, but this time I choose to stand for Master Wu. I hope Master Wu can clear his name!"

At this time, Qian Shaoyu was also anxious.

He clearly told himself in his heart that he could not lose again!Absolutely can't lose again!

If he loses again, he will lose even his pants. Even if he is shameless, the Qian family will be shameless!
The ink is dry!

In other words, it's time for Wu Liang to show everyone his new calligraphy.

Everyone was looking forward to it, and even many colleagues in the Calligraphy Association hoped that Wu Liang could write more excellent works, so that the faces of their Calligraphy Association would also be bright.

Wu Liang lifted up the painting, faced the crowd, and turned it around gently.

Many people felt that they couldn't see clearly, so they leaned over to watch carefully.

Soon, someone surrounded Wu Liang to the brim.

Wu Liang shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

Everyone gathered around to take a look, and was instantly taken aback by this line of words.

Because, a line of characters in this running script is really "personality"!
However, the moment he was struck by lightning, he was immediately attracted by this chic word!
This is equivalent to forcibly diverting the viewer's sight and mind.

Only divine works can achieve this effect, and only divine works can make viewers ignore the meaning expressed by this line of characters, and only focus on the artistic beauty of this line of characters!

Everyone was dumbfounded, they only focused their energy on appreciating this amazing calligraphy, and automatically ignored the meaning of this line of characters.

Some people even praised it again and again.

"Pian like a frightened bird, graceful like a dragon swimming, good words! Good words!"

"It's really a good word, as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like a flowing wind!"

"Flocks of giants play in the sea, dancing cranes swim in the sky! These two words are very appropriate to describe Wu Liang's characters! How many people in the past dynasties have worked hard and followed them all their lives, but in the end they are far behind, and it is difficult to catch up with the footsteps of the holy book. Today, There is a young man who rewrites history!"

"This is 99% similar to Wang Xizhi's own handwriting, no, it should be 100%!"

At this time, Pei Nanming, the president of the Calligraphy Association, who had never looked down upon Wu Liang, was fascinated by it.

In his mind, a vision like a fantasy appeared.

Soft rice paper, floating white clouds, dancing on the white clouds is the soul of the pine, and the echo of a thousand years of history.

As the calligraphy unfolds, there seems to be the lingering sound of chime bells lingering between the agile words.

Wang Xizhi, who usually likes to put geese to sleep on the east bed, still has his voice and appearance.

In the warm tea room, a wisp of sandalwood rose up. Sitting in front of the desk, Wang Xizhi waved to Pei Nanming, as if beckoning him to appreciate the masterpieces of the past and the present...

Pei Nanming was really fascinated, and he kept thinking about it.

It took a while before Pei Nanming realized it.

It is very rare for Pei Nanming to be attracted by Wu Liang's words.

You know, Pei Nanming has always held a disdainful attitude towards Wu Liang. When many colleagues in the Book Association were worshiping Wu Liang, Pei Nanming dismissed it.

Even, this time Wu Liang could sit in the guest seat, but he vetoed it.

From this point, it can be seen that Wu Liang was able to convince an enemy and indulge in calligraphy, which shows that his calligraphy attainments have reached a state of perfection.

Of course, the one who was most shocked at the moment was Qian Shaoyu.

He absolutely did not expect that Wu Liang could actually write such a masterpiece that is astonishing as heaven and man!

Even Qian Shaoyu couldn't help wanting to admire him, almost like Pei Nanming.

If it wasn't for the extreme control, I'm afraid I would really give Wu Liang a thumbs up.

"How did Wu Liang do it? In addition to Jianbao, Fengshui and Chinese medicine, he can write such a beautiful running script? This is almost [-]% similar to Wang Xizhi's running script!"

Now, Qian Shaoyu was really going to despair.

Even I can't help but praise Wu Liang, this time there is really no room for maneuver!

"Damn it! Wait... Damn, I just realized that this is scolding me!"

Qian Shaoyu was attracted by Wu Liang's running script of "floating like floating clouds and graceful like a wandering dragon" just now, and he didn't notice the meaning of the words at all.

"Qian Shaoyu is a piece of rubbish, he has the cheek to lose."

Qian Shaoyu read it in his heart.

This time, Qian Shaoyu was angered.

"What the hell! You called me rubbish! What's even more speechless is that I just found out!"

At that time, Wu Liang really didn't know what to write. If he wrote an ancient poem, it would be a waste of time with so many words.

If she only writes one or two words, mother will be picky about Qian Shaoyu again, saying that there are too few words to prove it.

Therefore, Wu Liang was eager to get his wits about him, so he stopped coquettish poetry and songs, and just said something simple and straightforward.

However, Wu Liang didn't think there was anything wrong with this sentence.

That's right, Qian Shaoyu is a rubbish, not only a rubbish, but also very thick-skinned, he refuses to admit his loss, changes the subject, and finds trouble for nothing.

At this moment, those spectators gradually came to their senses.

Just like Qian Shaoyu, he realized how simple and straightforward this easy-to-understand sentence is.

Everyone stared at the picture and read it aloud.

"Qian Shaoyu is a piece of rubbish, he has the cheek to lose."

"Qian Shaoyu is a piece of rubbish, he has the cheek to lose."

"Qian Shaoyu is a piece of rubbish, he has the cheek to lose."

……

Almost half of the onlookers read this sentence out.

Qian Shaoyu's face was angry and embarrassed, and he was so angry that he almost jumped.

"What the hell, Wu Liang, I can't stop talking to you!"