Shen Canglang was startled, then smiled and said, "Well, this calligraphy was written by someone Shen."
As soon as he said this, Kong Guanxing narrowed his eyes and looked at Shen Canglang with a half-smile.
"Master Shen, I'm afraid this calligraphy was not written by Master Shen, right?"
Not only him, but the other four courtyard masters also looked at Shen Canglang with strange expressions.
How can you, an old boy like you, write such astonishing words in just a few seconds?
Don't brag.
Although your handwriting, Shen Canglang, is not bad, you are not among the top three among the six principals.
Let alone write this.
Even if I give you, an old boy, another eight hundred years of study, I will never reach this level.
"Ahem, this calligraphy was indeed written by Shen. He was in excellent condition a few days ago, so the standard of this calligraphy is so high. Even Shen himself was very surprised."
Shen Canglang was still very calm and said with a smile.
He didn't want to expose Ye Qingyun's existence.
If these guys knew that there was a Confucian saint hidden in their academy, they would definitely tear down their Yuzhang Academy.
no!
Absolutely not!
The expressions of the five principals became even weirder.
In good condition?
Even if your condition were ten times better, would you be able to write this?
Who do you think you are?
Is the Confucian sage reincarnated?
"Oh? Then I'm going to have an eye-opening experience today."
Kong Guanxing continued.
"Why don't we just stay here and Master Shen will write another calligraphy."
"I don't want to reach the level of this calligraphy, but if it can reach 80% level, I will be convinced."
After saying that, Kong Guanxing looked at the other hospital owners.
"Everyone, what do you think?"
How could the hospital owners not understand what Kong Guanxing meant?
Even if he agrees.
"The Master of the Confucius Institute is right. Please ask Master Shen to write another calligraphy."
"Yes, I haven't seen Master Shen's masterpiece for a long time."
"Master Shen, just write the same words. It shouldn't be difficult."
Several hospital owners spoke out one after another.
This time, Shen Canglang was restrained.<
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Shen Canglang looked embarrassed and groaned secretly in his heart.
Dear mother!
How can I write this?
This calligraphy is so outrageous that there is no way I can imitate it.
How can this be fixed?
The lies I told you now really have to be put on hold.
Shen Canglang couldn't help but glance at Yang Yongxin and thought, "Junior Brother, why don't you do it?"
Yang Yongxin looked elsewhere, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Let you brag!
Are you okay now?
Fortunately, Bragging didn't bring me, Lao Yang, with me, otherwise I, Lao Yang, would be embarrassed today.
Senior brother, just embarrass yourself.
Shen Canglang was helpless.
I had to take out pen and paper.
Everyone looked at Shen Canglang.
Shen Canglang held up the pen and took a deep breath.
"Shen Canglang, you can do it!"
"Don't ask for a 100% level, but if you can draw a 50% level, you can get away with it today!"
"Don't let your hands shake!"
Shen Canglang cheered himself up in his heart.
Thinking of this, Shen Canglang glanced at the calligraphy written by Ye Qingyun.
Then look at the white paper in front of you.
Just put pen to paper.
The first stroke is about to be made.
Shen Canglang felt nervous in his heart.
The pen and ink fell.
Just wrote the first word.
As a result, my hand trembled.
Oh my god!
The writing is broken.
The first word "fugui" (fugui) was written crookedly.
The whole thing collapsed!
Everyone present saw it.
Seeing that Shen Canglang's first word "rich" was written crookedly, everyone couldn't help but hold back laughter.
The expressions on the heads of the five major courtyards were even more wonderful.
I think you, Shen Canglang, even if you are not good at writing this picture
, it’s not like the first word is so crooked, right?
Shen Canglang couldn't hold himself any longer.
But I still have to keep writing.
Without any choice.
Shen Canglang had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue writing.
finally.
One word is finished.
Shen Canglang put down the brush with trembling hands.
What a fucking torture.
I have never had such a painful moment in most of my life.
To be continued...