Chapter 593: The Skills of Four

Copying belongs to the basic category for every person who learns calligraphy.

Any calligraphy master starts with copying, and then slowly breaks out of the shackles and forms his own style.

But this is the venue for the National Calligraphy Competition, and it is also the venue for the rematch!

So when everyone was stunned when they heard Zhao Qingshan say that this comparison was a copy.

Zhao Qingshan ignored everyone's thoughts and continued: "Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface" is the pinnacle of Chinese calligraphy, and it is a peak that cannot be surpassed to this day.

Using copying this work as the examination content is to pay tribute to everyone on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is also the foundation for the teaching.

The competition is not limited to time, and only the ability to copy is tested. You can start now."

Hearing his words, everyone stopped talking and began to lay out paper and grind them.

Tang Muyang did not rush to start writing, but looked around. He had copied this copybook before, and he was familiar with every word in it, so he didn't need to observe too much - he just wanted to have a general understanding of the level of these contestants.

It has to be said that each of the contestants who can pass the initial test screening is not an ordinary person, and many of them have a lot of charm in every stroke.

Tang Muyang couldn't help but nodded repeatedly. As long as these people persist, they will definitely have a place in the calligraphy world in time.

However, his behavior was a bit out of place in the eyes of several judges on the scene.

Others were concentrating on copying, and he was the only one who looked around there, nodding from time to time, looking a little eccentric.

Zhao Qingshan felt a little displeased, and his eyes looked at Tang Muyang with a hint of disgust.

The other judges were also old foxes who were observing their expressions and naturally saw the examiner's attitude towards the contestant, and then glanced at the number on the corner of Tang Muyang's table.

It would be fine if the works he handed in the end were far superior to others. If he only had a level close to others, he would definitely be given priority to eliminate them.

They are all experts. From a person's slight movements such as standing posture, eyes, and pen holding, you can probably tell how much skill the other person has.

Compared to others, Tang Muyang seems to be a little out of the way, and many of his actions are actually not in line with the norms.

Originally, the standard movement of holding a pen should be: the thumb is squid, the index finger is squid, the middle finger is hook, the ring finger is grid, and the little finger is counteracting. But holding a pen is more like writing a fountain pen.

Several judges couldn't help but complain: How did such a person sneak into the rematch?

Could it be that the works he handed in the preliminary round were written by someone else?

During the preliminary competition, the participants did not go directly to the scene, but only mailed the works to the competition organizer.

This kind of screening method will inevitably lead to some people taking advantage of the situation.

Zhao Qingshan also shook his head and did not pay attention to Tang Muyang anymore. Instead, he stood up and patrolled the venue.

The other judges stood up one after another and nodded from time to time:

"The overall strength of this contestant is pretty good. Look at this person, the copying is quite impressive."

"Indeed, I have also seen a few good seedlings. Although my writing skills are a little lacking, they have great potential."

"And, this year's contestants are generally younger than in previous years, and the youngest one is only twelve years old."

They whispered, showing their senior spirit of giving guidance to the country.

At this moment, Zhao Qingshan, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped and stood in front of Kong Xuan's position, with a look of surprise on his face, "At a young age, he can already copy the seven or eight points of Wang Youjun's charm. It's rare, rare!"

When the judges heard this, they looked at Kong Xuan's copying works, and then they were all admiring.

"It's hard to imagine that it was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old!"

"This boy is really a rare calligraphy genius. He must have been advised by famous teachers, right?"

"You don't even know him? This is Master Lou's personal disciple."

"What? Master Lou's disciple? No wonder..."

Everyone looked at Kong Xuan with admiration.

Such a young man who described his handsome, extraordinary temperament and strong writing skills, and a master like Lou Qingyu can almost be said to be flawless.

Zhao Qingshan also nodded repeatedly and looked at Kong Xuan with praise, "This guy should be the first in this rematch."

Other judges nodded in agreement.

After looking at this circle, except for the "crazy student" who has not started writing for a long time, although the others are also good, they are indeed quite different from Kong Xuan.

Just as everyone was appreciating Kong Xuan, they suddenly heard Tang Muyang say over there, "Teacher..."

Zhao Qingshan and others looked up one after another, and their faces showed displeasure.

"How can you make a loud noise at the competition site?" Zhao Qingshan scolded.

"That... I want to say, I've finished writing, can I leave now?" Tang Muyang looked at the few people with a harmless face.

"Written...Is it finished?" Zhao Qingshan couldn't help but be stunned.

The other judges were also a little confused.

This guy didn't move a word just now, and he finished writing it in less than a moment?

I guess I knew I couldn't advance, so I wrote it randomly?

All the judges thought of going to one place.

Zhao Qingshan waved his hand with some disgust, "After writing a good name, you can leave, don't disturb others."

Tang Muyang didn't say anything more and turned around and left with ease.

Kong Xuan, who was originally concentrating on copying, finally raised his head and glanced at Tang Muyang's back, with a trace of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

However, he didn't take it too seriously, and then continued to copy it with his head down.

Zhao Qingshan turned around and said to a judge, "Go and put away that person's work and wait for the final evaluation."

The judge couldn't help but curl his lips, "Is this necessary? A work that writes randomly is definitely the last one."

Even though he said so, he still got up and walked over.

Just as I was about to put away the "last" work, I suddenly widened my eyes in panic and screamed, "Damn it, how could it be?"

Zhao Qingshan and others couldn't help but frown.

This is the scene of the calligraphy competition. In front of contestants from all over the country, as a judge, he swears. What kind of style is it?

However, the judge did not realize his rude behavior and hurriedly raised his head and exclaimed, "Come and come and see."

Seeing this, Zhao Qingshan was immediately confused and stood up and walked over.
Chapter completed!