The Red Chamber: My Stunning Confidante with a Variety of Styles

Everyone's praise for Zheng Yun continued for a long time before it ended, and at this time, they realized that this is not Zheng Yun's personal calligraphy exhibition, but a competition between two people, and he still has opponents.

They quickly looked aside, but saw Jia Jue sitting upright and motionless.The paper on his desk was blank, not a word was moved.

He just gave up! ?

There was deep disappointment and contempt in everyone's eyes.

"What? The omnipotent Young Master Jia, is this going to admit defeat?" Zhao Lei asked Jia Jue with a sneer.

Several judges frowned and looked at Jia Jue, and Zhu Qi quickly persuaded:
"Jia Gongzi, the outcome is not yet determined, why should you give up lightly?"

Qing Xuan also said softly: "Master Zhu is very true, Young Master Jia, just do your best, no matter the victory or defeat, it will be a breakthrough."

Jia Zheng sighed and felt a little regretful. Why didn't he invite a famous teacher to guide Jia Jue, but if he had practiced calligraphy, it would not be like this.

In the eyes of everyone, Jia Jue laughed: "Master Zhu, Master Qingxuan, why did I say I would give up?"

what?
Everyone's eyes were full of doubts and they didn't give up, so why didn't you write?

Jia Jue smiled and said, "I don't write it, because this table is too small, so I need to change a long case. Since the champion has already started writing, I will wait for him to finish before changing it, so as not to disturb him."

Everyone was speechless when they heard the words, and there was a hint of embarrassment in Qing Xuan's eyes.

Zhao Lei snorted coldly: "The talent is not high, and the requirements are high. I want to see what kind of characters you can write."

Although he was upset, he still complied with Jia Jue's request and found a servant to bring a long case for him.

Jia Jue spread the paper on the slip and asked Zhao Lei, "How can you write without alcohol?"

Zhao Lei glared at him angrily, and then brought the servant to the wine cellar to get wine.

After taking the jug brought by the servant, Jia Jue raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

A gulp of wine poured into his mouth.

"Okay! Brother Jia is good at drinking!" Zhao Bin praised loudly when he saw this. He has always enjoyed wine, and seeing Jia Jue drinking in such a wild manner, he felt joy and appreciation from the heart, and the title of Jia Jue became " Brother Jia".

Qingxuan looked at Jia Jue, a bright color flashed in her beautiful eyes, if other men drink like this, she only thinks the other man is rude, but Jia Jue drinks like this, she finds it pleasing to the eyes, and even has a feeling of being free and easy.

"Humph! It's just that I have a good leather bag." Zheng Yun couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy when he saw Jia Jue's attitude.

"Good wine!"

Jia Jue drank all the wine in the jug, put the jug aside, then rolled up his sleeves, lifted up his robe, and stood in front of the table.

This scene made everyone frown, and some of them were stubborn, even thinking that Jia Jue's move was insulting.

No one writes like that.

Under the disdainful eyes of everyone, Jia Jue took a deep breath and picked up the pen.

At this moment, an inexplicable feeling escaped from his body, and in the eyes of everyone, he seemed to be a pen.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Qi, Sun Yi, and Liu Zhoucheng all changed their expressions, and they stood up in unison, looking at Jia Jue with shock and disbelief in their eyes.

Zheng Yun's expression changed greatly, and he muttered, "No, it's impossible! He's only in his teens, how is that possible?"

"Several adults..." Qing Xuan was stunned when she saw this, and wanted to speak.

But before the words were finished, they were interrupted by Zhu Qi and the three of them together: "Silence!"

Qing Xuan was stunned for a moment, her eyes were full of confusion, but at this moment, Jia Jue moved.

I saw that his hand holding the pen quickly started writing on the paper, and the pen moved between the dragon and the snake, and the movement was so fast that it was almost impossible to see.

Everyone was shocked. They had never seen anyone who could write calligraphy so fast, not even cursive script.

"Humph! So fast? Could it be that he is drawing a talisman?" Zhao Lei sneered.

This made many people laugh lowly, but soon, they stopped laughing.

Because they felt a unique charm from Jia Jue's body, which was wild and uninhibited.

It is a kind of detached freedom!

How could this be?
Everyone's face changed, and their eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

Qing Xuan also finally understood at this time, why Zhu Qi had to shut herself up just now, because the noisy voice would interfere with Jia Jue and interfere with his entry into the mysterious and mysterious mood.

Yes, mood.

This is an extremely mysterious realm. It is said that it can only be triggered after the achievement of something has reached its peak.

This is also the realm she dreams of reaching, but unfortunately, although her piano skills are high, she is still far from reaching such a realm. I didn't expect Jia Jue's calligraphy skills to have reached such a level!

"No! It's impossible! It must be a coincidence!"

Zheng Yun looked at Jia Jue with shock and unwillingness in his eyes. He has practiced calligraphy for more than 20 years, but he has not even touched the edge of artistic conception. How could Jia Jue, a bastard who has never been taught by a famous teacher, have such a state!

It must be a coincidence!He happened to be in such a state!

"Although the artistic conception was triggered by chance, your foundation is not as good as mine after all! After 20 years of hard work, you can't surpass it by chance! I must be the one who wins!" Zheng Yun gritted his teeth and growled.

In the eyes of everyone, time passed slowly, and after writing the last word, Jia Jue finally stopped writing.

Book into.

He put away the pen and slowly stepped aside.

Everyone looked at the case in unison. Although they couldn't see it clearly, they could feel the unparalleled momentum and oppression.

Zhu Qi, Sun Yi, and Liu Zhoucheng couldn't wait for the servant to bring the calligraphy, but they ran to the stage in unison and looked at Jia Jue's calligraphy.

And this look made them all look shocked.

Sun Yi's old face flushed with excitement: "This, this, this is simply a book of immortals! This word is unpretentious and unpredictable, like thousands of floating clouds, like golden snakes dancing wildly, and like a tiger on a dragon's plate, the expression is a thousand miles away. , it can be described as shocking.”

"Looking at its shape, it is done in one go, and the eyes are full of 'meaning' and 'regardless of right and wrong'. It can be said to be extremely arrogant. But although madness is rough, it does not break the law. Every point and every painting, there are rules, subtle strokes, between words The transition is explained clearly and clearly, and there is absolutely no sense of artificiality. Such calligraphy skills are admirable!" Liu Zhoucheng sighed.

Zhu Qi's excited face was trembling slightly: "Its momentum is like a stormy sea, and its rhythm is harmonious and staggering, which is really amazing. And the changes in the structure of the characters, the weight and the dryness of the lines are all at the top of the cursive script, it can be said" There is no ancient person before, and no one will come later'. This old man can see such calligraphy in his lifetime, this life is enough, enough!"