Yan Qi used to be a strategic think tank, and he was indispensable for studying history. Many historical relics were recorded in Xiaozhuan, so of course he was very familiar with them.
Seeing Zhang He and Zhang Wencai looking over with sarcastic expressions, Yan Qi deliberately frowned and looked embarrassed. She grabbed the brush clumsily and said pitifully: "What can we do? Xiaozhuan knows it." Me, I can’t read Xiaozhuan, it’s unfair, it’s so unfair.”
Zhang He and Zhang Wencai saw that Yan Qi couldn't even hold a pen, so of course he couldn't write any small seal characters.
Zhang Wencai hummed proudly: "Xiaozhuan is something only scholars can master. You idiots like you only know how to cultivate the fields and don't know a few big characters. How can you recognize such a high-end font?"
Everyone was so angry that their noses were crooked. However, looking at the ten small seals in front of them, they were helpless. Wasn't this forcing a blind man to be a guide? Even though you can't see it, you still act like a guide.
Snapped!
Some people couldn't stand it anymore, so they dropped their pens on the ground and left with hatred.
Some are holding pens, wanting to write but unable to do so, with sad faces on their faces.
Yan Qize grabbed the pen awkwardly, not even looking at the paper, looking left and right, humming a tune, and wrote something randomly.
Zhang Wencai looked at Yan Qi with disdain: "You can't even hold a pen, but you still write Xiaozhuan? Who are you showing off to? Are you afraid of laughing out loud?"
Yan Qi looked up at the sky, as if he hadn't heard Zhang Wencai's words.
"You..." Zhang Wencai was very angry and had to write.
Zhang He came over to see what Yan Qi had written.
Yan Qi hurriedly covered it with his hands.
Zhang He sneered: "Since I can't write anything, why not quit the competition? Why embarrass myself here?"
Yan Qi sarcastically said: "Zhang Wencai is your cousin, and he is also your unofficial number one. Now only Zhang Wencai and I are left to compete. I am a companion. If I quit now, only Zhang Wencai will be left." If you compete alone, wouldn't it make Butler Zhang's face look bad? So, for the sake of Butler Zhang's face, I will endure it. "
"What do you mean by default? I treat everyone equally, how could I break the rules? Boy, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will disqualify you from taking the exam."
Zhang He didn't expect that Yan Qi was so tough that he would bluntly say in front of so many people that Zhang Wen was his default number one.
Anyone with some scruples would not say such a thing.
However, Yan Qi just didn't take the usual path and simply gave Zhang He a hard time.
Within a few minutes, Zhang Wencai had already written Xiaozhuan.
He handed the paper to Zhang He, then clasped his hands behind his back, raised his head, stood beside Zhang He proudly, and said to Yan Qi: "That devil who drew the talisman, why are you lingering? If you delay any longer, you will lose. Does it make sense?"
Yan Qi handed in the paper.
The results were about to be announced, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the papers.
Zhang He said: "There are eleven contestants in total. Nine of them failed to submit their papers and are considered as abstainers. Only Zhang Wencai and Yan Qi have submitted their papers. Next, I will start to check the papers and please supervise them."
Zhang He first opened Zhang Wencai's paper, took out the Xiaozhuan dictionary, and checked each one.
All ten Xiaozhuan characters are correct and there are no mistakes.
Zhang He announced loudly: "Zhang Wencai wrote all the small seal scripts correctly, full marks."
"Hmph, it's just a trivial matter. Let alone ten small seals, I can write a thousand. Hey, I'm really not interested in competing with these ordinary people. It's just crushing."
Zhang Wencai was in the limelight and raised his head even higher, looking arrogant.
Yan Qi looked at the small seal written by Zhang Wencai and shook his head: "If nothing else, the calligraphy is a bit ugly. Is this really a calligraphy? It looks like a cockroach crawled out."
Zhang Wencai's face turned red and he yelled loudly: "That's nonsense. What kind of cockroach crawled out? Yan Qi, please stop spitting on me."
Wang Zhibai and Sun Sheng also came over. Looking at Zhang Wencai's handwriting, they couldn't help but laugh and murmured softly.
"This word, well, when I first started studying, my writing was better than this word."
"I can't say it's ugly. Why do you have to say it so bluntly? To put it this way, it's distinctive and unique, haha. It's just that this kind of characteristic is really not eye-catching."
Many scholars present looked at Zhang Wencai's handwriting and scoffed.
Zhang Wencai's face turned red and he hurriedly covered the paper to prevent others from seeing it. He tilted his head and looked at Yan Qi, his eyes were red and he wanted to spit fire.
If it weren't for this guy's guidance, who would pay attention to my words.
Zhang Wencai roared angrily: "Yan Qi, you can't even write, so what right do you have to question my ugly handwriting? Well, I want to see what kind of talismans you draw."
After saying that, he grabbed it and opened Yan Qi's paper.
Under the ten small seal characters, there are five small regular scripts written.
The small regular script is dignified and neat, with stroke after stroke, roughly square, rounded and measured, and very stylish.
At this moment, Zhang Wencai was stunned. He had prepared a mouth full of sarcasm and wanted to spray Yan Qi harshly, but now it was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.
This is simply beyond imagination.
Zhang He was also shocked by the beautiful small regular script in front of him. He stared at the small regular script and could no longer close his eyes.
This is not beautiful, it is simply a school of its own, with the style of a master.
Wang Zhibai and others were also envious of such beautiful words and their eyes were straight.
"I have never seen this type of font. It is so beautiful."
"I have been studying for more than ten years, but I still can't write such neat regular script."
"Compared with Zhang Wencai's, Yan Qi's calligraphy is in the sky and the other is in the earth."
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Yan Qi didn't think anything of it either.
He felt that this calligraphy was only at the elementary school level, and he had to thank Pang Zhonghua for the good regular script writing.
Pang Zhonghua's copybook is worth owning.
Yan Qi secretly thought to himself that it was just an ordinary regular script that was worshiped like this, and it was written carelessly.
If I could concentrate on writing and write my best running script and cursive script, wouldn't I become a master?
Hehe, I didn’t expect that I also have a lot of black technology.
These are secrets that must be revealed only at critical moments.
Zhang Wencai looked at Yan Qi's beautiful regular script and was dumbfounded. He was so angry that he vomited blood. Especially when he heard everyone constantly comparing his handwriting with Yan Qi's, he felt even more intolerable.
This face was slapped loudly.
Zhang Wencai cried out: "What's the use of good-looking calligraphy? You also need to know Xiaozhuan. I don't believe it. You can really recognize five Xiaozhuan."
Yan Qidao: "Then let Butler Zhang take a look."
Several old people from the jury came over to check the papers, and Qu Feng also participated.
Zhang He wanted to do something, but Qu Feng kept an eye on him, so he had to give up. He prayed in his heart that Yan Qi was a silver pewter gun head, and it would be better if he could make a mistake.
If you want to pass the exam, you must recognize the five small seal characters.
Yan Qi wrote five words in total. If he made one mistake, he would be eliminated.
Zhang He and Zhang Wencai frowned and checked Yan Qi's five small regular scripts one by one.
Zhang Wencai checked it over and was very disappointed: "It's done, all five are correct."
Qu Feng was very happy and shouted: "I now announce that Yan Qi passed the first competition. Yan Qi, congratulations on entering the next round."
It can make Zhang He and Zhang Wencai feel frustrated and dance with excitement.
