Li Bo and Dong Guonan met, and Tang Yu felt a little expectant.

He has never participated in Gao Xueshi's Wenhui and did not know how Wenhui competed with literature.

In his opinion, if two people fight with poetry and eight essays, it would be simple. Each of them makes a poem and eight essays and eight essays and let the authoritative bachelors here judge it, and then they can judge the level.

But the way to calligraphy is to write a pair of characters to compare the heights of each person?

Tang Yu is sure that this will never be the case, because there is a world of difference between the high school scholar and the middle school scholar.

Once you enter higher education, you will have fame and fortune, and you will be qualified to enter the Saint's Hall and receive the teachings of the Saint.

They are all practitioners, and the four arts of practicing are divided into piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

How could the battle between them be as simple as writing a deck of words?

Sure enough, the situation on the field was similar to that of Tang Yu.

But seeing both sides holding the pen, Li Bo's pen was cursed in the air, but it was not written on the rice paper.

The robe on his body was windless, and there was a mysterious and mysterious aura between the two.

Tang Yu looked over here. Li Bo's pen seemed to have the power to penetrate the void. The pen was like a knife, like a sword, tearing the air, and the air gathered into a huge vortex...

Looking at Dong Guonan again, he was calm and calm, and he also held a pen in his hand.

His pen was light and elegant, with a few dots in the air, as if it was disorganized, and the air flow that Li Bo gathered seemed to stagnate, and the vortex solidified in the air like ice.

Li Bo took a step back and used his pen with ruthlessness. Dong Guonan took a step forward, but he was still so light.

Tang Yu stared at the two of them tightly, and fine beads of sweat emerged from his forehead.

Although he is not a practitioner, he already possesses magic power in his body, but he is not like an ordinary person.

He saw the two of them using their pens. Although they were just dots and strokes in the air, they clearly flowed in the tip of the pen.

Li Bo opens and closes, and the heroic spirit in the book is like a river flowing eastward, and every stroke is penetrated through the back of the paper.

The book of Mr. Dongguo is graceful and implicit, with every stroke of agile and vivid, and the wonderful strokes are amazing.

Tang Yu is also practicing calligraphy hard. Recently, he feels that he has made great progress, but seeing the two people in front of him, although they are just writing in the air, Tang Yu can never get as good as that.

When will you practice to achieve such exquisite writing?

Li Bo retreated again, his face turned red.

And Dong Guonan has been making progress and has made light steps.

Seeing that Li Bo had no choice but to retreat, he was about to retreat from the platform.

The audience was silent at this time. Lord Cao and Lord Meng shook their heads and sighed on the high platform, while the many Wuling scholars below were all blushing and depressed.

It was obvious that Li Bo was about to lose.

At this moment, Li Bo suddenly shouted loudly.

His eyes ejaculated, and his eyes instantly turned red.

And his brushwork changed instantly.

His starting point comes from top to bottom, and a turning point in the sky, and a powerful momentum surges out from the end of his writing.

This transaction makes people feel full of passion...

Tang Yu's heart suddenly pounded, and a heart just jumped into his mouth.

"This is "Willing to Wine"..."

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky..." Li Bo sang loudly in his mouth.

His pen changed from its previous solemnity, became free and easy, wild and unruly, just like a drunken book, even his people seemed to be drunk at this moment.

At this turning point, he stopped the decline.

"Don't you see, Gao Tang's clear mirror is sad and grief..."

Li Bo sang loudly again and took a big step forward.

Dong Guonan, opposite, frowned slightly, said "Huh...", and took a step back.

"good!"

The whole audience cheered and everyone was so angry.

Li Bo seemed to be unable to hear the encouragement around him. He was completely immersed in his calligraphy, and his writing was getting faster and faster and more wild.

He made a big move again, and Dong Guonan took another step.

He made three steps in total, and Dong Guonan took three steps back.

But after just these three steps, Dong Guonan's brushwork also changed.

His brushwork changed from the previous light and elegant style, becoming like a knife, slashing, squirting, and slapping.

The momentum that Li Bo had built up so vividly before collapsed under this pause.

The powerful airflow was hovering in the air, Li Bo's robe was fierce, his face was red, but he couldn't resist the airflow, so he took one step back and two steps...

Once again, he retreated to the edge of the platform.

A smile appeared on Dong Guonan's face and said, "Brother Zi'an's calligraphy is indeed awesome. I admire you, admire you! I lost the momentum alone!"

Li Bo's eyes were red, his face was ashamed, but he could not argue, and he lowered his head sadly and said, "Young Master Dongguo, I'm willing to give in to the disadvantage..."

The scholar is tactful, while Dong Guonan looks modest, but in fact he is condescending and guiding the country.

It is not a good thing to say that Li Bo is strong in a strong aura. Even if he is strong in a strong aura, he is as cunning as a simplicity. How can he need to be so aggressive?

Da Chu emphasized the most important thing about moral character. What is demeanor?

Being elegant and elegant is demeanor, being calm and gentle is demeanor, and being light and lifting weights is demeanor. If you lift weights lightly, you are demeanor. Like Li Bo, you will be so blushed and your neck is thick. That is not demeanor. Dong Guonan's sarcasm is high, but Li Bo cannot speak out.

Who made him worse than others and a loser?

The Saint School emphasizes etiquette most. A loser is the later students. The identity of later students is lower than that of previous students. How can you disrespect your previous students?

Li Bo was defeated, and the silence returned to the square.

Dong Guonan opened the folding fan in his hand, returned to the seat gracefully, turned his head to look at Su Yuqiao, with a very strong smile on his face.

Su Yuqiao always has that bitter face, cold as ice, and it is hard to get close to.

At this moment, she frowned slightly and said, "Since Dongguo Jieyuan is proficient in everything, I don't know if the piano is also profound. Today's Dragon Boat Festival, why don't you play the piano? It can be considered to be a fun event for our four literary clubs today?"

Dong Guonan hurriedly said, "Prophet, you want me to do it even though I know it is impossible. The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are profound and profound. Who dares to say that I am profound? I have heard for a long time that the prophet is a master of piano and tracing. I have always hoped that I could hear your good news.

Since you are so elegant today, you might as well play a song together. How about it?"

Su Yuqiao's face changed a lot. After a long time, she said, "Okay!"

Just at this moment, Li Bo, who had just stepped off the high platform, shouted and said, "Prespect Su, what's the best? Today's Wenhui, why are you so narrow-minded? If you can invite Tang Xianjue to come, why would I, the Wuling scholar, be defeated so badly in the Wenhui?

You and Tang Xianjue are personal grudges, and this literary meeting is the literary meeting of the four Wuling schools, and it is also the literary meeting of the Wuling academic circle.

Such literary gatherings, if Tang Xianjue had not arrived, how could they be considered as literary gatherings in Wuling academic circles?
Chapter completed!