The selection work is carried out in an orderly manner. Since such competitions need to be compared on site, they will naturally score a high or low point.

Finally, it was Zhong Yue's turn.

A group of calligraphy judges gathered next to the long table.

"It's Zhong Yue."

Zhong Yue stood up. Although he was a little unhappy before, as a junior, it was worth being polite. He stood aside and said, "Please give some teachers advice."

"I didn't like your youthful creation very much. Why do you have to use two styles of calligraphy for good works? This does not conform to the traditional composition."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Rules are dead. I am just seeking a natural balance between calligraphy works to achieve a kind of coordination."

A young calligraphy practitioner nodded and said, "Old Zhang, Zhong Yue's viewpoint is very avant-garde. Isn't our modern calligraphy creation just talking about artistic expression?"

"Not good, I think it's still inappropriate. Creation is creation, and some basic principles cannot be changed."

Zhong Yue was not angry either. Everyone had a different aesthetic attitude. Just like the dressing style, some people could accept mixing and match, while others did not wear any sets of clothes.

Before I could read the work, a few people glanced at it, and a few things on the table had already attracted their attention.

The color and patterns of the wood are described in Huanghuali without any excessive language, and they are absolutely extraordinary! The old Zhang's eyelids twitched. The young man was young and saw that his strength was in his strength. This large piece of Huanghuali paper town should be used for car beads, so he should be able to produce several bracelets. It's so luxurious.

"That... do you sell this paper town?"

"Ahem, Mr. Zhang, don't forget the serious business!"

"Oh. I saw good things and got distracted."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly and replied, "I won't sell this one."

"This Duan inkstone is also a bit famous. I seem to remember seeing it at the Songhu Dejia auction a few years ago. It should be from a famous person."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Do you guys give me points by looking at the inkstone?"

Everyone took back their eyes reluctantly and looked at Zhong Yue jealously. This young man is ignorant and knows that the things belong to you. Why? It’s not okay to show them.

"Um?"

Mr. Zhang suddenly felt a little dizzy and lowered his head and leaned closer.

"Xiao Kai..."

The person on the side took back his reluctance to see Huanghuali Paper Town and also looked at Zhong Yue's work.

The delicate and neat fly-headed small calligraphy gives people a glimpse of their eyes.

Mr. Zhang shivered when he bent down, bowed his waist and looked up at Zhong Yue, "Did you just write this work?"

“That’s right.”

"Impossible! I have seen your works before, and Xiaokai does not have such exquisite and profound skills."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, I just wrote this. You can touch the ink mark with your hands."

Although the ink trace has dried, the touch feels differently after a while.

"Well, it was really just written. The small calligraphy of Lingfei Jing is so exquisite that it looks nothing outstanding at first glance. However, if you look closely, the whole masterpiece has a brilliant brushwork and a wide range of tweaks. It is simply a rare masterpiece!"

Someone on the side also lowered his head and looked carefully like Mr. Zhang.

"In my opinion, this copy of the forty-three lines of the book has surpassed the Bohai rubbings. Although it is not as good as the Lingfei Jing of the Tang people, it is the masterpiece I have seen over the years."

There are five versions of the Lingfei Sutra.

Wangyunlou version, Haval Yanjing Academy Collection, Zihuitang version, Bohai engraving version and original ink marks. The first four types are engraved. The difference is that Wangyunlou version was directly engraved from the original ink marks during the Jiajing period. The Bohai version was engraved in the late Ming Dynasty. The other two versions are reprinted. Due to the difference in engraving, Wangyunlou is the closest to the original, and the Bohai version has a large gap. As for the other two reprinted versions, it is a little short of 100,000 miles.

The man mentioned the Bohai Rubber is also a good Rubber.

"As far as I see, the height of this work can be comparable to the rubbing of Wangyun Tower." Old Zhang raised his head and looked at Zhong Yue incredible, thinking to himself, who did this unexpected young man learn from, and he was so good at this level.

Several calligraphers were talking together, and Director Wu, who was in charge of the overall situation, came over.

"Old Zhang, has this Zhong Yue made some trouble again? Hurry up and return the red tablecloth, what kind of style is it?"

"Director Wu, don't be busy talking about the tablecloths first. Look at this Lingfei Sutra?"

Wu Zhonghe pushed his glasses, looked down, frowned and said, "Who wrote this work? Good words..." He immediately realized that these people were around Zhong Yue, who else could there be? He had a state of mind that he could not open his mouth after drinking glue, and looked at Zhong Yue with some displeasure, "Did you write it?"

"Director Wu, isn't it bad for me to write it?"

He Ru was stuck in Wuzhong and couldn't say anything else. Such a good small calligraphy work, you can't talk lies with your eyes open, let alone you have already said it before, so you sighed, "Okay! Well written!"

Zhong Yue looked at Wu Zhonghe with a smile, "Director Wu, what are you talking nonsense? I'm not enough for your little finger. By the way, has the felt shipped? Was it imported from abroad and air transported? The competition is over. If it weren't for the red tablecloth that the teachers borrowed me, I wouldn't be as good as today."

"There are many people who write good small calligraphy. You are so arrogant, where can you get the courage?"

Mr. Zhang said seriously: "There are indeed many people who write well, but Director Wu, you are taking a good look at the details of this work. Mr. Shou is very clumsy. Now, among the great masters of the country, there are only ten people who can achieve such a height."

Zhang Cunli's comment made those who were originally skeptical even more questioned.

A Spirit Flying Sutra is really so magical?

Wu Zhonghe smiled and said, "Old Zhang, although you are the mainstay of the Calligraphy Association, this is just your own opinion. The great masters of the country are still from one heaven and another."

Zhang Cunli narrowed his eyes and said, "Director Wu, you are the director of the calligraphy department of the Academy of Fine Arts, so I have given you some face. What I said is just the degree of grasping the Lingfei Jing. Since you don't have face, I will be blunt! In today's competition, it is your idea to change the questions temporarily, and delaying the lack of felt is also yours. What do you want to do? Do we really think that we are blind, or are we not able to hold you, the director of the university, and you can watch you do whatever you want?"

A group of people laughed in sneering, which made Wuzhong feel like a Buddha ascend to heaven, and the two Buddhas were born, "Old Zhang, you have to tell evidence when you speak."

"Haha, I have no power or power, I just have one hand and one backbone to take off. Today I am embarrassing! Director Wu, you have to have a bottom line in life. We turned a blind eye to what you did before. We have to decide what this work is, but you don't know what you said!"

Wu Zhonghe's face became gloomy...
Chapter completed!