Hearing too well can sometimes become a trouble. Zhao Mu was able to hear the comments of the audience clearly at this time, which made Zhao Mu feel a lot more stressed.

Ignore other people's comments, calmly adjust my emotions while grinding ink, and consider the carrier of your calligraphy in your mind.

...

Okay, the ink has been ground, the large wolf hair is a little in the inkstone, and Zhao Mu has already figured out what he wants to write.

After proposing a brush, Zhao Mu began to write:

Don’t listen to the sound of the bamboo forest wearing leaves, why not walk slowly and ponder. Bamboo sticks and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat can last for the rest of your life.

The chilly spring breeze sobers up, and it’s slightly cold. The hills shine on the side but greet them. Looking back at the bleak place when they came, there is no wind, rain or sunshine when they returned.

A poem by Su Dongpo, "Ding Fengbo" slowly unfolds in Zhao Mu's writing, expressing a relaxed and relaxed state of mind that is not affected by the environment and is not filled with external objects. It is also Zhao Mu's personal requirement for himself. He respects his inner thoughts and does not need to pay too much attention to other people's eyes.

The audience in the audience looked a little surprised as Zhao Mu's writing.

At this time, Zhao Mu was holding a large brush in his hand. It was originally difficult to write, but a brush was written quickly under Zhao Mu's hands, which added a bit of difficulty in writing.

The layman watches the excitement, while the expert sees the tricks. Unlike some viewers who do not have much knowledge of calligraphy, the contestants and audiences who have a very good understanding of calligraphy and the five judges see different things.

When Zhao Mu was writing, the five judges began their own evaluation: "This young man looks quite confident."

"It doesn't matter whether he is confident or not, what matters is how good his level is." Mr. Wang said.

"Haha, too, let's talk with something."

Zhao Mu didn't write many words, just a few simple sentences, Zhao Mu and Zhian were very fast, and the time to grind ink didn't take long.

Zhao Mu's calligraphy was placed in front of the five judges, and all the five judges began to observe.

"Hey, this font has mystery." Old Ou said in surprise.

"There are more than seventy simple characters, but this young man includes calligraphy in regular script, running script, and cursive script, which can also be divided into running script and running script. This young man has ideas."

"The key is that these calligraphy have similar levels and no shortcomings, which is rare."

Indeed, when showing his calligraphy, Zhao Mu took a clever approach. Since he was not sure about his strength, Zhao Mu had to use some skills, and the five judges did not finish the skills used by Zhao Mu.

"This young man is not bad. Although he is not much better than others in calligraphy, he is very good at achieving this level in several types of calligraphy at the same time."

"It's a pity that if he could concentrate on learning a kind of calligraphy, it would definitely not be just his current achievements." Old Liu said regretfully.

"Have you noticed that this young man not only used three kinds of calligraphy, but also wrote different characters, each with different styles." Old Wang, who had not spoken just now, said with a serious expression.

"Yes, let's take a look." Old Old Yan and the other two looked down at Old Old Wang's words.

...

"Huh, sure enough, this young man is amazing. He is not very old, but he has such a broad level in calligraphy. Unfortunately, maybe it is because of this that he is not specialized enough in speaking." Mr. Zhang felt regretful.

"Who is this calligraphy learned from? I can't tell which style or genre it is." Old Wang pointed to one of the words and asked the others, and the other four people also came over to watch it carefully.

After a while, the four of them shook their heads, "I can't tell that the young man has learned too broadly. From the perspective of the five of us, we can't tell that we are learning from the style of ours. It's rare."

Then, the five people found many words that could not recognize the style, which surprised the five people even more.

"Young man, what's your name?"

Zhao Mu, who was waiting for the evaluation in his heart with some anxiety, heard the questions from the five judges and quickly reacted.

"Hello, several professors, my name is Zhao Mu."

"What grade are you from?"

“I’m a freshman now.”

"Oh, freshman year, who is your calligraphy master from?"

Zhao Mu was stunned, "I don't have a special teacher in calligraphy, I learned all of this myself."

"Do you have no special teacher?" Mr. Wang asked in surprise.

"Yes, no, the family's conditions are not good, and there is no special condition."

The five old professors looked at each other, and Mr. Wang suddenly asked Zhao Mu with a kind look: "Since you don't have a special teacher, then do you want me to be your calligraphy teacher?"

"This..." Zhao Mu was stunned. The inexplicable person wanted to be his own teacher made Zhao Mu a little confused about what was going on.

The other four were also stunned, and then said to Mr. Wang: "Old Wang, it's not good for you to do this."

Mr. Wang looked at Zhao Mu who was stunned and looked at the crowd around him, and smiled, "Well, that's right, this environment is indeed not suitable. Zhao Mu, if you have time, you can come to our office or my dormitory to find me. You can see my news on the faculty and staff bulletin board of the School of Humanities."

"Oh, OK." Zhao Mu was a little dizzy and didn't come back to his senses for a moment.

The other four were so angry that they were staring at each other. Is this not suitable? Is this guy just blatantly snatching people? Well, this Wang, who is surnamed Wang, is it too fast to start.

When the audience heard Mr. Wang's words, the audience was in an uproar. Professor Wang had a high reputation in school and was recognized as being very rigorous in calligraphy. Today, he actually took the initiative to accept someone as a disciple. This means not the disciple between the school teachers and students, but the teacher-student relationship that inherits the legacy. This means it is not an ordinary person.

Everyone looked at Zhao Mu with envious eyes, and deeply remembered Zhao Mu's name and this ordinary face.

"Old Wang, you are not kind." Old Old Man and his men complained to Old Mr. Wang.

"What do you know? Although this young man's calligraphy level is not very high, he got the word "Bo". It is rare that he figured it out by himself. Looking at his words, he feels that there are infinite possibilities. I can now feel that I have seen the step I have always wanted to take."

"It's true? That step?" The four old men of Ou asked in surprise.

"Yes, thank you for this young man's blessing. Many calligraphy I have never seen before have allowed me to see new possibilities on the road ahead. I am confident that I can take that step now."

...

With Zhao Mu's affairs, even though there were contestants who were stronger than Zhao Mu in calligraphy, Zhao Mu still received the most attention on the field. After all, the person who could take the initiative to make Mr. Wang want to accept him as his apprentice must have a special place, and Zhao Mu won the victory in an alternative way.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!