Chapter 593: Skills astound everyone

Copying is a basic category for everyone who studies calligraphy.

Any calligrapher starts by copying, and then slowly breaks out of the shackles and forms his or her own style.

But this is the venue for the National Calligraphy Competition, and it’s also the venue for the semi-finals!

So when they heard Zhao Qingshan say that this competition was about copying, everyone was in a daze.

Zhao Qingshan ignored everyone's thoughts and continued: "Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface" is the pinnacle of Chinese calligraphy, and it is an insurmountable peak so far.

Taking copying of this work as the content of the examination is not only a tribute to this great master, but also a test of your skills.

There is no time limit for the competition, it only focuses on copying skills. Everyone can start now."

After hearing his words, everyone stopped talking and began to spread paper, grind it, and start writing.

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

The level of the contestants.

It has to be said that every contestant who can pass the preliminary screening is not an ordinary person, and many of them have charm in every stroke.

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

However, his behavior was a bit inappropriate in the eyes of several judges present.

Everyone else was concentrating on copying, but he was the only one looking around, nodding and shaking his head from time to time, looking a little perverse.

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

The other judges were all observant, so they naturally saw the examiner's attitude towards the contestant, and then glanced at the number on the corner of Tang Muyang's table.

If the work he submits in the end far exceeds that of others, it will be fine. If his level is only close to others, he will definitely be eliminated first.

They are all experts, and they can probably tell how much skill a person has from their standing posture, eyes, pen holding and other subtle movements.

Compared with others, Tang Muyang seems to be a bit of a layman, and many of his actions are actually not in compliance with the standards.

Originally, the standard movements for holding a pen should be: the thumb is for pinching, the index finger is for pressing, the middle finger is for hooking, the ring finger is for checking, and the little finger is for holding. But he holds the pen more like writing with a pen.

Several judges couldn't help but murmur: How did this kind of person sneak into the semi-finals?

Could it be that the work he submitted in the preliminary round was ghostwritten by someone else?

During the preliminary competition, the contestants did not go directly to the site, but just mailed their works to the competition organizer.

With this screening method, it is inevitable that some people will come in to fish in troubled waters.

Zhao Qingshan also shook his head and ignored Tang Muyang, but stood up and patrolled the field.

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

"The overall strength of this year's contestants is pretty good. Look at this one, he's already quite good at copying."

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

"Moreover, the contestants this year are generally younger than in previous years. The youngest one is only twelve years old."

They chatted in low voices, showing the air of senior leaders who pointed out the country.

At this moment, Zhao Qingshan, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped and stood in front of Kong Xuan, with a look of surprise on his face, "At such a young age, I can already copy 70% of Wang Youjun's charm. It's rare.

, it’s rare!”

After hearing this, all the judges looked at Kong Xuan's copy work, and then they all praised it again and again.

"The pen is full of ink, vigorous and powerful, it is hard to imagine that it was written by a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old!"

"This boy is really a rare calligraphy prodigy. He must have been taught by a famous teacher, right?"

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

"What? Master Lou's disciple? That's no wonder..."

Everyone looked at Kong Xuan with eyes filled with admiration.

For such a young man who is handsome, has an extraordinary temperament, and has strong writing skills, and is the disciple of a master like Lou Qingyu, he can be said to be almost flawless.

Zhao Qingshan also nodded repeatedly and looked at Kong Xuan with approval, "In this rematch, this boy should be number one."

The other judges nodded in agreement.

Looking at this circle, except for the "Kuan Sheng" who has not yet written a book, although the others are also good in strength, they are indeed far behind Kong Xuan.

Just when everyone was praising Kong Xuan, they suddenly heard Tang Muyang say, "Teacher..."

Zhao Qingshan and others looked up one after another, with unhappy expressions on their faces.

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

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

"Have you finished writing...?" Zhao Qingshan couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Several other judges were also a little confused.

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

I guess I knew I couldn't make the cut, so I wrote it randomly, right?

All the judges thought of one place.

Zhao Qingshan waved his hand in disgust, "After you sign your name, you can leave. Don't disturb others."

Tang Muyang didn't say anything more, turned around and left calmly.

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

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

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

The judge couldn't help but curled his lips, "Is this necessary? A work with random scribbling will definitely be ranked at the bottom."

Although he said this, he still got up and walked over.

Just as he was about to put away the "lower" work, he suddenly widened his eyes in panic and screamed, "I'm going to wipe it, how is that possible?"

Zhao Qingshan and others couldn't help but frown.

This is the scene of a calligraphy competition. In front of contestants from all over the country, as a judge, he actually cursed. How is it inappropriate?

However, the judge did not realize his rude behavior and hurriedly raised his head and exclaimed, "Come over and take a look."

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