With a high expression and a faint expression, one hand is different from the waist, and the other hand is stretched towards the brush, with both feet not too small, and there is a momentum of Yue Zhizhi's abyss, just like Ye Gucheng standing at the forbidden city is about to send a fatal blow to Lu Xiaofeng. He Jianmin was immediately worried and couldn't help but wonder if this kid really has some ability.

The pretentious otaku is ready to make a fool of himself.

At this moment, a white light flashed in his mind, and in an instant he was pulled into the imaginary space built by the thirty-two levels of personality.

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"Click me in at a critical moment, is there a solution?" Song Baojun was immediately surprised and tried hard to open his eyes or look at the blurry light ball ahead.

There is only a flashing black, white and gray light ball in front of it. This black, white and gray has multiple levels, and the appearance presents a beautiful and complex geometric pattern.

"Your problem is not a problem. The philosophical personality does not intend to waste precious secret energy." The voice of the literary personality shocked the auditory nerves: "It's me, I have tried my best to apply to the philosophical personality for this opportunity to open up the imaginary space."

"Boss, you are really my savior." If it weren't for the fact that you didn't have your arms at this time, Song Baojun really wanted to rush over to shake hands with him: "Hurry up, let's show them Wang Xizhi's level. I won't believe it anymore, I can't kill these gangsters."

The literary personality said: "Subject, let me reveal a little secret to you. Each personality has a unique origin. The origin of any personality is a major secret and is kept by the boss."

"oh?"

"And my origin comes from Europe..."

“Where is Europe?”

"Of course it's kept secret." said the literary personality: "So I lack Wang Xizhi's artistic talent, so don't think about it."

Song Baojun actually heard a hint of shame from the other party's words and couldn't help but sneer: "Didn't you say that you were the strongest personality except the boss, inheriting the talents of all artists from ancient times to the present."

"Isn't it a big deal if you occasionally have a few mistakes? Don't always bother with such irrelevant details."

Song Baojun laughed and said, "Wang Xizhi's calligraphy shines on ancient and modern times, how can it be said to be a branch of the world?"

"Okay, okay, just talk too much. In fact, I missed that era back then. But I am recently studying a new style of calligraphy, which is the old book you bought, and the font inside it gave me a lot of inspiration."

"Liao Xuebing's reading notes?"

"Yes, this is a contradictory and strange font. It's like two people of different personalities are combined together, but they are extremely harmonious and there is no conflict in half. For example, Cezanne and Picasso are stuck in a painting at the same time. Is the conflict particularly obvious? The contradiction is extremely contradictory, which makes people speechless? But Liao Xuebing's font has this ability, so that two such contradictory styles can be combined and become extremely harmonious."

When Song Baojun thought that the words in Liao Xuebing’s reading notes really gave him this feeling, he replied, “Yes.”

"If you read a book, the first paragraph was written by Jin Yong, the second paragraph was written by Tolstoy, and who would you guess the third paragraph was written by? I don't know, maybe it was Qiong Yao, maybe it was Gu Long, maybe it was Balzac. Anyway, you can still read different styles and different languages? But I think Liao Xuebing's contradiction will make all the words harmonious."

"So that..."

Literary personality said: "This combination of two contradictory fonts is extremely beautiful, like an illusion. I have been studying it for more than a week and feel like I have achieved something, so I should show it today. Pulling you into the imaginary space is to explain this situation to you."

"Okay, then hurry up and start."

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Another white light flashed by, and Song Baojun stood in front of the podium again, surrounded by black people, and everyone stared at him with excited eyes.

"Okay." Ye Jingchun placed the ink blocks and reminded carefully.

Song Baojun felt that he had a lot of brains, and he couldn't tell what it was. He said, "It's a pity that the matter was hasty and he didn't have time to burn incense, bathe and change clothes, okay!"

He Jianmin said angrily: "When will you still pretend to be a god?"

Song Baojun took out a cigarette and held it on his mouth, tilted his chin at the department head: "Jianmin, why don't you light a cigarette for me?"

He Jianmin turned his face away again depressedly. If Zhu Lao had not been present, his 108 swear words would have already erupted.

"Oh, you are really a man. You have to smoke even if you write. Smoking a few less will make you die!" Ye Jingchun smiled and took the Vietnam War lighter from Song Baojun's hand, clumsyly ignited the flames, lit the cigarettes in his mouth.

Song Baojun finally gained his momentum, held the corner of the case with one hand, picked up the top-quality wolf-hair pen, sucked the thick ink on the inkstone, and waved it to the rice paper.

First, there is a horizontal line, then a stroke and a stroke, and it turns out to be the character "big".

This word makes people feel very strange. It is said to be wrong or correct, but it is a momentum that ripples in it.

Seeing that he was writing strangely, Ai Langzhou was about to laugh at him, but Song Baojun had been writing continuously.

Qiu Yuancheng also felt that the contradiction was so contradictory that he could not help but look at Maozhu Peak. Zhu Lao pursed his lips tightly and his eyes widened.

The character seems to be rigorous in terms of rules, but also feels loose and invisible. The horizontal, vertical, horizontal, and horizontal strokes are strong and sharp, and the strokes are round and transparent, which is really hard to describe.

Old Zhu was focused and his eyes kept wandering with Song Baojun's brushstrokes.

Ye Jingchun didn't have a deep study of calligraphy, so he could only stand nervously on the side and cheer up secretly in his heart.

As Song Baojun wrote, the cigarette butts in his mouth accumulated a long piece of smoke and was shaking as his body swayed.

At this time, the audience was silent. Everyone looked at him writing with anticipation. Many people found the piece of ashes, and they felt like a huge rock was hanging in their hearts, and they couldn't help but sweat for him. If the ashes fell onto the rice paper, they might ruin the work.

Ai Langzhou said unconsciously, and unexpectedly, Song Baojun actually wrote with one hand and dusted the cigarette butt in the other hand, and glanced at him with contempt. That feeling, that style, was really cool.

A piece of writing is not too much or too little, and it is finished soon.

During his writing, his brushstrokes were smooth, like a waterfall rushing down without giving anyone a room to stay. Many people held their breath tightly as his brushstrokes moved, until the last word, and the pen tip paused slightly. Many people then breathed a long sigh, and the whole classroom heard a cry at the same time.

It is written above

"The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the most eternal figures. To the west of the old building, the humanity is the red cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks penetrate the sky, the waves slam the shore, and thousands of snow are rolled up. The country is like a painting, and there are so many heroes at the moment. I remember Gongjin back then, when Xiao Qiao first got married, his heroic hair was born. He had a feather fan and auspicious scarf, and the masts and oars were destroyed while chatting and laughing. My hometown is wandering, and I should laugh at me for a long time. Life is like a dream, and I will be scattered with the moon in the river."

This is Su Shi's famous lyrics "Songtou of Water Melody? The River Flows East". Through the reverence of the ancient battlefield and the remembrance of the talents and demeanor of the ** characters, it expresses his grief and anger that he has not received talent, has not achieved achievements, and has not achieved success. At the same time, he also has the open-minded heart of history and characters, which is known as the "master song of ancient and modern times".

Song Baojun threw down his wolf hair, full of aura of arrogance and loneliness, pointed at He Jianmin and Ai Langzhou and said, "With you a few cats and dogs, smelly taro and rotten sweet potatoes, you dare to compete with me for calligraphy?"

When the whole audience was silent, the voice seemed particularly deafening. He Jianmin looked at the calligraphy on rice paper and his face was pale and he staggered away.

No one thought there was anything wrong with his words, because the calligraphy was in front of him.

Zhu Lao had already forgotten that, so he pushed Qiu Yuancheng away and stood firmly in front of the podium. His greedy eyes squirted on the paper, his mouth was panting heavily, and his face was flushed.

He wanted to reach out to touch the words, but stopped the gesture when he was about to approach, and seemed to want to touch but dare not touch them. He was cautious, afraid of touching the rare treasure.

The "The River Flows East" that Song Baojun made in one stroke looks majestic and desolate overall, magnificent, vigorous and broad in style, giving people the artistic power to shake souls and souls.

However, in the structure, there are completely different styles. The rhythm is changed, the lines are sharp and then round, which actually gives people the feeling of the classical music "Gothenburg Variations". It seems that looking at his words, Gould's miserable piano sound can be heard in his ears.

People who study Western art see Van Gogh's "Sunflower" in the calligraphy structure. The word seems to be golden in color, full of vitality, and burning. It is truly innocent and abundant in life, as if it is flashing with raging flames, so gorgeous, and harmonious, elegant, and even delicate. The movement-filled brushstrokes that seem to rotate are so thick and powerful. However, in this thickness and simplicity, they are full of wisdom and aura.

As for the guy who studied Chinese painting, his eyes became Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". The large-scale brushwork and fine brushwork are combined with each other, and they are full of poetry and painting in the vivid fonts. The structure is rigorous, comprehensive and meticulous. Each character has its own identity, plot, expression, and personality.

This is so amazing! The art paths of ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad, are the same as the same path, as if they have been proved in this piece of rice paper.

But when it comes to the font, the situation changes again, sometimes gorgeous, sometimes simple, sometimes restrained, and sometimes sharp. All kinds of strange feelings are intertwined to form a whole book post.

Old Zhu was so excited that he trembled all over. He quickly wiped off the saliva from the corner of his mouth and murmured: "What is this? What is this?"

Song Baojun responded modestly and pretentiously: "Old Zhu, I wrote this casually. If you feel dissatisfied with it, scold me if you should, and I will accept it humbly."

Mr. Zhu turned a deaf ear to his words and said, "This word is extremely strange and beautiful. Good, so good. I didn't expect that there was such a genius in Chazhou. When I saw this word, it would be worth it even if I died on the spot today!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!