Zhao Xinyu lowered her head, opened the bag with her hands, and clenched Master Ly's identity medal tightly in the palm of her hand, as if she wanted to absorb energy.
Her white teeth clenched her lips.
Can't stop comforting myself.
Will not find out.
Definitely won't find out.
Master ly has disappeared like this for ten years, and there are only two works, so even if she copied it, she would not be discovered.
Besides, now that Master Ly's identity medal is in her hand, she is Master Ly's apprentice.
"No. 30."
The host suddenly spoke.
Zhao Xinyu's heart trembled, she stood up, tried her best to stabilize her emotions, met Zhou Rui's gaze, and nodded calmly.
She wrote very quickly and her movements were smooth. In less than a minute, four words appeared on the paper.
Heaven rewards hard work.
The audience was silent for a long time, and after about tens of seconds, the sound of gasping for breath sounded one after another.
It's still the four words posted on Zhao Xinyu's Weibo.
But looking at it up close, there is a little more unknown feeling in my heart.
The handwriting is free and easy, completely different from Zhao Xinyu Xiaojiabiyu's appearance.
Incorporating elements of perseverance, courage and enterprising.
?Look at its strength without losing it, show its posture without exaggerating, and write smoothly.
Wherever the eyes looked, it seemed that even the soul trembled.
The sound of running water can be heard in the ears, stirring in the apex of the heart.
Just four words, but it is far better than the works of the previous twenty-nine contestants.
?Because his personal disciple Zhao Xinyu participated in the competition, Zhou Yirui needed to avoid suspicion this time and did not serve as a judge, but his position was also very high.
The seat is behind Nie Donghai.
"Vice President, this is my apprentice's character, how about it?" Zhou Rui's voice was full of smiles, and he was obviously extremely satisfied.
Several teachers in the judges' seat were stunned for a long time before nodding appreciatively, "As expected of Teacher Zhou's apprentice, this cloud book is probably comparable to Master Ly!"
Except for the last contestant, they have already seen 30 players with excellent talent and strength, but even the player who scored eight points in the end and has extraordinary strength, and Zhao Xinyu, there seems to be a gap between him and Zhao Xinyu.
Whether it is the understanding of calligraphy or the use of brush and ink, Zhao Xinyu is well-deserved number one.
Nie Donghai stared at those four words without blinking.
It is true that those four words are excellent.
He didn't do much research on Yunshu. When he took over the position of vice president, Master ly had disappeared from the calligraphy circle for many years.
However, according to what he has seen and heard in the calligraphy circle over the years, Yunshu can reach this level. Except for Master ly who is on the altar, he has never seen a single person so far.
But this word
Nie Donghai pinched his eyebrows.
It always feels a little less personal.
"Zhao Xinyu." Nie Donghai pressed his elbow on the score sheet, with a gentle expression on his face, "How did you practice this word?"
Zhao Xinyu saw that the judges, including all the audience, put all their undisguised amazement on her calligraphy works without exception, and smiled.
Her chin was lifted slightly, and she looked in the direction of Li Yun, who had been lowering her head and seemed to be giving up on herself, with a flash of complacency in the depths of her eyes.
Hearing Nie Donghai's question, she slowly opened her lips, "Actually, I can't say I practiced it myself this time."
"Oh?" Nie Donghai raised his eyelids.
Zhou Yirui, who was behind him, frowned, and looked up in Zhao Xinyu's direction.
"Actually, my cloud book can be written like this, thanks to the guidance of Master ly." (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com