Ye Hong seldom practices calligraphy, but it doesn't mean that he can't calligraphy.
"Ding! Trigger proficiency level calligraphy ability, trigger proficiency level imitation ability"
The pen in Ye Hong's hand moved quickly across the paper, like a dragon running around and a snake running around.
One stroke after another, swirling forward and backward, flowing clouds and flowing water.
Soon, a large and powerful Chinese character appeared in front of Wei Hongshu and Zeng Taoyin.
After seeing this work, both of their eyes were shocked.
"Honghongs playing in the sea, dancing cranes traveling in the sky. Why do these words look so familiar?!"
Zeng Taoyin suddenly looked at Wei Hongshu in shock, pointed at him and exclaimed: "Wei Gong, isn't this your work?"
Wei Hongshu also looked at the words hanging on the wall with a dull expression.
That is a picture of Wei Hongshu's own calligraphy.
But the strange thing is that the calligraphy written by Ye Hong is exactly the same as the one on the wall!
If they hadn't seen Ye Hong write with their own eyes, both of them would have doubted whether the work in front of them was directly copied!
"How did you do it?"
The two elderly people, who were in their sixties, all looked at Ye Hong stupidly, like two ignorant children.
Ye Hong spread his hands and said calmly: "If you want to write, you can do it."
Zeng Taoyin was so angry that he almost spat out blood from Bao'er and Yehong's understatement.
If calligraphy was as simple as Ye Hong said, he wouldn't have to worry about finding an apprentice.
But unknowingly, Zeng Taoyin no longer looked down upon him just now, but began to look at Ye Hong again.
He frowned and said, "Are you and Mr. Wei working together to fool me here?"
Wei Hongshu immediately smiled bitterly: "Mr. Zeng, if I had known that this boy was such a monster, I would have accepted him as my disciple."
There is a lesson from heaven and earth. Previously, Wei Hongshu only thought that Ye Hong was a learning genius and could not bear to bury his literary talent, so he decided to give Ye Hong a blessing and let him become his teacher Zeng Taoyin.
But Wei Hongshu never thought that Ye Hong's calligraphy ability was also so evil!
Therefore, Wei Hongshu's intestines are full of regret now, and he always feels that a piece of flesh has been cut off from his heart - he has suffered a huge loss!
"Huh! I don't believe it."
Zeng Taoyin shook his head repeatedly with a look of disbelief, and suddenly looked at Ye Hong, who had a calm face, and said: "If you can imitate the essence of Zeng Feng's cursive calligraphy, I won't accept you as a disciple, and will just call you teacher." .
Do you dare? "
Apparently, the suspicious old man was still convinced that Ye Hong and Wei Hongshu were working together to deceive him.
Wei Hongshu smiled helplessly, but Ye Hong smiled confidently: "What's so difficult about this?"
Then he picked up the pen and wrote again.
For some reason, seeing Ye Hong's calm smile, Zeng Taoyin felt strong uneasiness in his heart.
Ye Hong's writing style this time was very different from before.
If just now the pen was moving quickly and swiftly, now it is just flicking the pen and the pen is changing.
One of the biggest features of Zeng Feng's cursive script is its variability.
Every hook and every point is not only full of Zeng's style, but also mixed with the characteristics of famous artists in the past.
It is precisely because of this that Zeng Feng's cursive calligraphy is so difficult to imitate.
However, these difficulties are not worth mentioning to Ye Hong.
"Ding! Trigger proficiency level calligraphy ability, trigger proficiency level imitation ability"
After a while, a work full of pen and ink appeared again.
Zeng Taoyin was completely dumbfounded.
He picked up the rice paper with trembling hands and looked at it carefully.
The protruding eyeballs are almost connected to the paper.
However, no matter how picky he was, he could not find any flaw in this work that was different from Zeng Feng's cursive calligraphy.
It's as if Zeng Taoyin wrote it himself.
(End of chapter)