The system takes me to pretend

Soul Qi is the aura emanating from the original soul of all things in the world, which is equivalent to the soul of all things in the world.

The spirit possessing form is the soul, and the spirit possessing energy is the soul.

Those who emit soul energy have spirituality.

In layman's terms, if an object can emit soul energy, it means that the object has been psychic, has spirituality, and is no longer a dead object.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for soul qi to emanate from dead objects, even living objects, if they were not grown in places with particularly strong soul qi, it is impossible for them to emit soul qi.

If a person can make an object emit soul energy, it means that the soul power in his body is very strong, so powerful that he can communicate with the original soul of all things, and even awaken the soul of dead things before they were alive.

On the other hand, Su Hao's place was filled with invisible auras that emanated from his body, causing the objects around him to tremble. The brushes, calligraphy paper, sandalwood calligraphy table, etc., all began to possess spirituality and exude soul energy.

"The combination of the human soul and the material soul is the highest state of calligraphy. It is rumored that this state has only been mastered by the calligrapher Wang Xizhi. The Su Hao in front of him is only in his early twenties, but he can also master it?" Mr. Zhao and Mr. Liu Staring at Su Hao firmly, his heart was already filled with turbulent waves.

Calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi has countless calligraphy in his life. He is proficient in Li, Cao, Kai and Xing four styles of calligraphy.

He devoted his whole life to calligraphy, and finally mastered the soul energy in his later years. At the same time, when the human soul and the material soul merged into one, he scolded Fang Qiu, stained with light ink, and created the "Lanting Collection Preface" that has been passed down through the ages, which has been passed down through the ages. He is admired by calligraphers and canonized as a calligrapher.

But Su Hao, who was only 20 years old, was still young, but he was able to create a scene where the soul of man and the soul of matter merged into one.

This is simply impossible!
When the two elders were in an uproar, everyone in the audience looked confused.

They didn't know what the soul energy in the mouths of Mr. Zhao and Mr. Liu meant, and they couldn't understand why the two elders were so shocked and astonished. But judging from the expressions on the faces of the two elders, Su Hao's calligraphy that he was going to swipe ink next, I'm afraid it's not trivial.

On the stage, Su Hao was calm and calm, waving the brush, stroke by stroke, like a girl arranging flowers, low-key beauty, or like a beautiful woman on the stage, fairy'e playing shadows, it can be said that the red lotus reflects the water, the green marsh Fuxia.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the age of Kuichou, at the beginning of late spring, I will meet at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, to do auspicious things."

"All the sages have arrived, and the young and long have gathered. Here there are lofty mountains and mountains, lush forests and bamboos, and clear streams and turbulence. They are reflected on the left and right. They are cited as flowing cups and curved water. They sit next to each other. Although there is no flourish of silk and bamboo orchestras, one cup and one chant , is also enough to express your feelings.”

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The two lines of strong and powerful characters fell down, and they came alive on the calligraphy paper. Zhao Lao and Liu Lao were shocked and their scalps went numb.

Su Hao's ink calligraphy is the world's first running script "Preface to the Collection of Lanting". The running script he wrote is peaceful and natural, with euphemistic and subtle strokes, elegant and graceful, delicate brushwork, and changeable structure. The feeling of cursive writing alive.

"The calligraphy is majestic and elegant, like a dragon jumping over the heavenly gate, a tiger crouching on a phoenix, and a three-point entry!" Wang Wanwan's pupils shrank, his eyes were full of shock, and he couldn't believe that the calligraphy in front of him was actually a man in his early twenties wielding ink. written.

Those two lines of handwriting, swept away at a glance, filled with the air of being as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds!
Fluttering like the snow of the flowing wind!
Everyone in the audience gasped, especially those who knew calligraphy, their faces were full of shock.

When Su Hao wrote, his brushwork was still extended, and he already had the momentum of flying birds. He was thick and eclectic, and he was ashamed of his proficiency.

Even Mr. Zhao, who is a master of running script, may not be able to display Su Hao's level.

Su Hao had a panoramic view of the shocked eyes around him, and he was not affected by it in any way, but just swiped ink and calligraphy as usual.

In front of his eyes, there was only calligraphy, and his whole body and mind were immersed in calligraphy.

"It's the day, the sky is bright and the air is clear, the wind is gentle and smooth. Looking up at the vastness of the universe and looking down at the abundance of categories, it's enough to entertain your eyes and ears, and believe in Coke."

"The wife's relationship, I look forward to it for a lifetime, or take it into my arms, and understand the words in the same room, or because of the entrustment, let it go outside."

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The tip of the brush falls down smoothly and quickly, in one go.

A wisp of green smoke can be faintly seen permeating the calligraphy paper, like an elf flapping its wings and dancing.

"I like hand chasing, but it is easy to turn it into a song, subtract the power, use the pen to advance inside, and use the turn without breaking. The so-called right army stretches straight down. This hand completely brings out the characteristics of running script to the extreme." Zhao Zhao. The old man trembled and looked at Su Hao's calligraphy without blinking, for fear of missing a detail.

Elder Liu swallowed his saliva, and said softly, "The breeze blows out of the sleeves, and the bright moon enters the bosom. Mr. Zhao, this should be Wang Xizhi's brushwork!"

Elder Zhao didn't speak, but a ray of light burst out from his cloudy eyes.

Calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi has lofty aspirations and is full of creativity. He never paints gourds at the feet of his predecessors, but uses his own heart and hands.

He integrated all the different brushwork techniques of the Qin and Han Zhuan and Li that he had learned from the Expo into the Zhenxing cursive style, thus forming the best style of his time, bringing forth the new through the old, and opening up a new world for future generations.

This is also the reason why Wang Xizhi's "collecting all dharmas to form a family" is highly respected.

Su Hao in front of him is infinitely close to Wang Xizhi in terms of brushwork and habits.

His ink calligraphy contains five natural senses of air, water, wind, bosom, emotion, and majesty, which vividly embodies the changes of ancient methods.

This kind of calligraphy has surpassed many copies of "Lanting Collection Preface", and it was auctioned at an auction, and the price was at least several hundred million.

It's hard to believe that this Su Hao is only in his early twenties, but he can interpret the essence of calligraphy to a miraculous level.

Under the stage, Lin Yilun in the front row was holding the wine glass firmly. Even though the red wine in the glass had already been spilled on him, he couldn't divert his stunned heart from this scene.

"No...impossible, he...how could he write such calligraphy?"

Lin Yilun felt aggrieved in his heart at the moment.

A moth who has nothing to do all day, a waste who is not worthy of carrying his shoes in his eyes, actually shows such a talent in calligraphy?
What a joke!
In the back row, Bai Wen Lingyu covered her small mouth with her hands, and her eyes fell on the man on the stage who was completely absorbed and undistracted, her pretty face was full of complexity.

She found that she was wrong, and it was extremely wrong.

The former Su Hao, wherever he went, was a supporting role and became the laughing stock of others.

Today's Su Hao, even if he is standing quietly in the same place, will exude a powerful attraction, attracting everyone's attention.

She has been looking at Su Hao with the eyes of the past, but she has never thought that Su Hao is already different from before, even very different.

At this moment, Su Hao is full of self-confidence and indifference, his eyes are piercing, his calligraphy is like poetry without words, dance without lines, painting without pictures, music without sound, the beauty of calligraphy, There are no words to praise it.

Every time Su Hao added a pen, there would be an extra sound of stinging stings all around, and everyone in the hall was infected and moved by Su Hao.

"So, this is the real you..." Bai Wenling looked at the thin figure on the stage, and there was a trace of strangeness in his eyes.

On the stage, Wang Wanwan, who had been silent all this time, was stunned. His eyes stayed on Su Hao, unable to move for a long time.

evildoer?

genius?

Or, the proud son of heaven?

Perhaps it is superficial to use these words to describe Su Hao at this moment.

Yu Jiao swept across the audience, and Su Hao saw the excitement of Mr. Zhao and Mr. Liu, the exclamation of Wang Wanwan, the aggrieved Lin Yilun, and the surprise of Bai Wenling.

He suddenly laughed.

Laugh very freely.

In the last life, this almost impossible scene happened to me in this life today.

He really became the protagonist of the story!
He had waited too long for this day!

Taking a deep breath, Su Hao folded his arms and waved the writing brush. The sunset and the lone bird flew together, and the autumn water was the same color as the sky.

Afterwards, his movement of swiping ink suddenly stopped.

"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback, and looked at Su Hao one after another, not knowing why.

"Everyone, in Su's calligraphy, he pays attention to letting his heart come out, not sticking to the constraints of reality. When Su's heart wants to stop writing, Su will not continue to write. Please forgive me." Su Hao put down Brush, bent slightly, apologized to the audience.

This sentence was not his original intention, but the time limit for the calligraphy pretentious experience card has expired, and now he has returned to the state of knowing nothing about calligraphy, so naturally he has to stop waving ink and calligraphy, otherwise he will be exposed.

When everyone heard this, they felt a little regretful.

It is a pity that such a good calligraphy stopped halfway.

Seeing that Su Hao stopped writing, Mr. Zhao and Mr. Liu expressed their understanding. At the same time, they quickly stepped forward to observe Su Hao's calligraphy carefully again.

The more you look closely, the stronger the horror on the faces of the two elders.

"Front to the fore, side-drawn to beautify, elegant and elegant, untouched through the ages...Although this "Preface to the Lanting Collection" has not been finished, it is enough to reflect the superb calligraphy of Mr. Su."

As the most representative calligraphers in Quanzhou, the two have also met many talented calligraphers. In the past 30 years, they have seen many people who wrote "Lanting Collection Preface".

However, in their impression, no one can reach Su Hao's level. Every stroke, every outline, is full of Wang Xizhi's brushwork.

Even though the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" in front of me is not finished, its value is not affected at all.

It can even be said that even the most experienced calligraphy connoisseurs will sigh after seeing the calligraphy in front of them.

A kind of exclamation that the blue is better than the blue!