Peerless prodigal system

Chapter 878

"No mistake, right? This pen is obviously flawed, it is the worst one of all my brushes, why can it look like a wandering dragon under Wu Liang's hands?"

Pei Nanming felt as if a lump of lead had been hung on it, which made him panic.

Before seeing the words, Pei Nanming had an ominous premonition.

This premonition is very strong.

Looking at Wu Liang at this time, there was no one who was calmer than him.

Wu Liang knew very well in his heart that his calligraphy attainments were not comparable to these people, and he was confident that he could handle it with ease.

Obtaining Wang Xizhi's inheritance is equivalent to Wang Xizhi's being alive, how can anyone compare to it!

"Okay, Wang Xizhi's "Ye Lai Abdominal Pain Poster", the ink is still wet, if you want to read it, you can get closer."

Wu Liang put down his pen and stopped worrying about it.

Pei Nanming, on the other hand, has been observing Wu Liang's every move with all his attention.

When he saw Wu Liang put down the brush casually, Pei Nanming rushed over to see "Ye Lai Abdominal Pain Post" that Wu Liang had just finished writing.

At the first glance, Pei Nanming was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

It's not an exaggeration, Pei Nanming's brows were all twisted into a bunch of pimples.

"This...this, why is it so similar to the original version of Wang Xizhi's "Ye Lai Abdominal Pain Post"! It's almost... written by the same person!"

This is Pei Nanming's inner emotion, and he didn't say it out of his mouth.

As the president of the Calligraphy Association, he still has to save face, and he can't let the younger generation gain the upper hand in terms of momentum.

Pei Nanming continued to observe, carefully reading every detail of the writing.

Pei Nanming has studied Wang Xizhi's "Ye Lai Abdominal Pain Poster" and copied it many times, so he already knows every detail in the copybook like the back of his hand.

He was looking for the differences between Wu Liang's version and Wang Xizhi's version, but he didn't find that this version was exactly the same as the original version!

Keep watching!

keep an eye on!

With a dignified expression on his face, Pei Nanming went to look for the details of the writing.

It turned out that it was still the same!

Pei Nanming is so strange!

Even if the copying and imitation are very similar, it is impossible to achieve the same thing in even the smallest details.

Because, different people have different strengths when holding the pen, and different speeds when writing.

However, Pei Nanming found that what Wu Liang wrote was the same as Wang Xizhi's, even the thickness of the strokes was the same, which was too exaggerated.

"Could it be that there is really someone in this world who can imitate Wang Xizhi's cursive script [-]%?"

Pei Nanming not only doubted Wu Liang, but also himself.

"Am I dazzled? Am I blind?"

Pei Nanming even began to suspect that he was delusional.

However, the facts told him that he didn't look too blind, and the similarity between the two versions really reached [-]%.

"Pei Nanming, how are you? Have you seen enough?" Wu Liang looked at Pei Nanming with a faint smile on his lips.

The smile is relaxed and natural.

On the other hand, Pei Nanming was not as relaxed as Wu Liang.

The expression on his face froze, without a smile.

Looking at this "Ye Lai Abdominal Pain Post" with serious eyes, not only does she have a stomachache, but she also has a terrible headache.

Is this competition going to continue?

Pei Nanming didn't know what to do.

Because Wu Liang used his worst brush, but wrote a work that was [-]% consistent with the original version. With such a strong strength, there is no need to compare it.

Who is stronger, Pei Nanming himself has a certainty in his mind.

Even with the best brush, Pei Nanming couldn't write Wu Liang's chic and elegant cursive script. What better than a hammer!

The other calligraphers who were on the sidelines were very curious when they saw Pei Nanming's serious expression and didn't say a word.

What kind of words did Wu Liang write to make the chairman so serious?

Next, all the calligraphers at the scene hurriedly gathered in front of the "Ye Lai Abdominal Pain Poster" to take a look.

Immediately, the expressions of all the calligraphers changed drastically.

"Good calligraphy! This cursive script is absolutely perfect!"

"This copybook is more than 90.00% consistent with Wang Xizhi's original version!"

"Not only similar in shape, but also similar in spirit, Wu Liang, this young man is indeed extraordinary."

"In Huadu, there are very few people who can write this kind of cursive script. I don't know if President Pei can do it. It stands to reason that President Pei should not be worse than Wu Liang."

"I'm afraid that in the entire Huadu calligraphy world, only President Pei can compete with him."

"Next, it's up to President Pei. I look forward to a good show."

Wang Xizhi's "Ye Lai Abdominal Pain Poster" written by Wu Liang is actually no different from the original version.

The only difference is that the paper and pen and ink are different.

Although the calligraphers at the scene did not know why Wu Liang was able to write such a good handwriting, their professionalism is still very high, and they can judge that this cursive script is definitely a masterpiece in the calligraphy world in recent decades. Excellent work.

It has been several decades, and there has never been such a shocking cursive script work.

Now, all the calligraphers, apart from praising Wu Liang's work, are also looking forward to Pei Nanming's next calligraphy work.

They all want to see how the cursive script that Pei Nanming has practiced for decades will appear in front of his eyes, will it be like Wu Liang, and everyone will be fascinated and amazed by it?

"President Pei, it's up to you next."

"Yes, President Pei, you have to work hard."

"We have successors in the calligraphy world. This is a duel between the old and the new. There is no win or loss, no failure."

"That's right, there is no loser, one old and one young, this is the glory of our calligraphy world."

And Pei Nanming complained in his heart!

No win or lose?The one that didn't lose?of course not!

Pei Nanming attaches great importance to the winning or losing of this competition, otherwise he wouldn't have taken so much trouble to challenge.

He is not sparring, the outcome of sparring is not very important, but the competition is different.

The winner is the king and the loser is Kou, and the loser is the loss of the honor of half a lifetime.

Other calligraphers, staying out of the matter, could not personally understand Pei Nanming's feeling of being on the verge of riding a tiger.

Pei Nanming has already lost, and the winner is Wu Liang. In this regard, Pei Nanming has to admit it in his heart.

Because his level of cursive script is higher than that of Wu Liang, he knows better than other calligraphers.

Moreover, Wu Liang was able to write a perfect "Ye Lai Abdominal Pain Post" with a flawed brush, which further widened the gap between the two.

Pei Nanming's bowels are going to regret it.

Today's competition should not have happened!

The fit has reached [-]%, and it's still a wool, even if you compare, you will lose.

If he hadn't satisfied his own vanity, if he hadn't underestimated Wu Liang, there wouldn't be today's contest.

If there is no competition, then he can be the president of his Calligraphy Association safely, and he will still be the respected president, and he will still be respected by thousands of people.

If you make a wrong move, you will lose the game.

If you lose to a young man in front of so many colleagues, it will not only be a matter of losing face.

Although in the next few years, he can still secure the position of president of the Calligraphy Association, but the members of the association and friends in the circle will greatly reduce their admiration for him.

Even, there may be no insurance at the end of the festival.

A vanity-loving person like Pei Nanming needs the flattery and flattery of others, but if he loses to Wu Liang today, everything he has now may be cut in half.

The reputation will be greatly reduced, the prestige in the Calligraphy Association will also be weakened, and even social status will be affected.

Pei Nanming was burning with anxiety and had mixed feelings.

He looked at the young man Wu Liang with a gloomy expression, not knowing what to say.

There are talented people in the country, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years.

This time, Pei Nanming was really convinced!

He used to laugh at Song Qingyun for being too crazy, but now he realizes that he didn't see through it before.

He has already admitted in his heart that Wu Liang is a rare talent, a genius that is rare to meet in a century, and it is not Song Qingyun who is crazy, but Pei Nanming.

Just when everyone was expecting Pei Nanming to show his housekeeping skills, an accident happened.

I saw that Pei Nanming held his abdomen tightly and made a painful expression.

"Hey! My stomach hurts! What's going on, I ate something bad in the morning, my stomach hurts so much!"

"Everyone, colleagues, I have a stomachache. It may be caused by gastroenteritis. I'm afraid I won't be able to carry out the next competition today."

"It's really a coincidence. At this critical moment, I have committed an old problem for many years. Let's stop here for today's competition. Let's compete again when we have a chance. I really can't hold it anymore."