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Chapter 24 - Revealing Literary Talent, Creating a Unique Font!

Chapter 24: Revealing Literary Talent, Creating a Unique Font!

Ye Ning descended the stairs.

Liu Sanyuan finished his drink and followed behind.

This scene was observed by Xiao Qianqian from the attic, a glimmer of anticipation flickering in her eyes.

“What kind of poetry and prose can he produce?” remarked the maid Lü Zhu with a light chuckle.

“Although Lord Ye is talented, his past performances in poetry and prose have been average. It may not be easy for him to compete with the top scholar,” commented Xiao Qianqian, assessing the situation.

“Then let’s wait and see,” she added.

Indeed, Xiao Qianqian had a different perspective on Ye Ning.

This perspective stemmed from Ji Mingyue.

It was the first time she had heard Ji Mingyue appreciate someone to such an extent, to the point of being willing to take significant risks to confront the Immortal Sect.

It was quite extraordinary.

“Ye Ning, don’t disappoint His Majesty,” Xiao Qianqian’s gaze was piercing.

Ye Ning had already arrived in the main hall.

“Lord Ye.”

“Brother Ye…”

Greetings from scholars filled both sides of the hall.

Most people’s attitudes towards Ye Ning were warm and admiring.

After all, Ye Ning’s reputation was well-deserved. His deeds had shaken many people.

As scholars, they had to show respect to Ye Ning.

Not for anything else, just based on the demeanor Ye Ning displayed was sufficient.

Even Cai Xianggao, who harbored some hostility, also bowed and addressed him as “Lord Ye.”

He respected Ye Ning as well.

But it didn’t stop him from wanting to compete with Ye Ning.

These were two separate matters.

“Lord Ye, may I invite you to write?” Cai Xianggao asked tentatively.

Ye Ning nodded.

A table had already been prepared, and a maid with a pleasing appearance was grinding ink.

Ye Ning picked up the brush slowly.

He was not unfamiliar with using a brush to write. In his past life, he was a calligraphy enthusiast.

Moreover, in this world, he was originally a scholar who often practiced calligraphy at home.

The moment he picked up the brush, there was an immediate sense of familiarity, as if he could wield it effortlessly.

He began to write slowly, and the moment the first stroke landed, literary prowess surged forth.

“Excellent characters!” exclaimed the onlookers involuntarily.

“These characters look novel. Could it be that Lord Ye has created them?” exclaimed an elderly scholar, widening his eyes.

He, too, was a calligraphy enthusiast who loved copying the works of famous calligraphers. However, the characters written by Ye Ning were completely different from those of past masters.

His strokes were nimble and powerful, slender yet forceful, exuding an air of elegance with a hint of nobility.

If the old-timers who frequented online forums in his past life saw this, they would immediately recognize that Ye Ning was writing in the unique “Slim Gold Script” created by Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty.

This style of calligraphy had been passed down in China for a thousand years and had a wide following.

But for the natives of this world, it was beyond shocking.

To create a unique font was unimaginably difficult.

Throughout history, there were only a few great calligraphers who had achieved this.

Their scripts were either elegant, bold, or whimsical, each possessing a unique style.

And the calligraphy written by Ye Ning was just like those of the past calligraphers, mature and beautiful.

No wonder the moment he started writing, literary prowess surged forth, with both white and orange auras lingering around him, making him appear almost like a celestial being.

“The talent of Lord Ye is truly terrifying. To create a unique font is beyond imagination!”

“What’s most commendable is that he had never shown even a hint of this before. He must have diligently studied and only revealed it when he succeeded completely.”

“Enduring solitude leads to great achievements!”

“Regardless of how Lord Ye’s poetry and prose turn out, just based on this excellent font, he will certainly leave a monumental mark on the literary scene of Great Zhou!”

“I can’t wait to copy this font myself!”

The people present were all experienced scholars.

A unique font was so precious that it scratched their itch directly, immediately turning them into Ye Ning’s most loyal followers.

“Make way, I’ll grind ink for Brother Ye!” Liu Sanyuan was also deeply impressed. He dismissed the maid and personally prepared the ink for Ye Ning.

This had nothing to do with status, identity, or plans.

He just wanted to express his respect for a great calligrapher in his own way.

That’s right!

Ye Ning was indeed a great calligrapher!

With this unique font, even if the contemporary master of calligraphy met him, he would have to show him respect and be polite.

“Brother Ye is still young now. When he gets older and his calligraphy skills improve, he might even become the new master of calligraphy of our generation!” A dreadful thought echoed in Liu Sanyuan’s mind.

“Creating a unique font?” Xiao Qianqian was not a clueless woman. She keenly realized how astonishing Ye Ning’s actions were.

No wonder His Majesty had such high hopes for him.

Even she, for the first time, had an unprecedented interest in Ye Ning.

To what extent could a person shine to become like Ye Ning?

“Creating a unique font…” Cai Xianggao was first shocked, then his face turned bitter.

Ye Ning was truly monstrous…

To achieve something that other literati couldn’t accomplish in their lifetime at such a young age.

“Compared to Ye Ning, I am indeed inferior… But at the moment, we are not competing in calligraphy. We are competing in poetry and prose. In this regard, I may not necessarily lose!” Cai Xianggao comforted himself.

He looked at the verses written by Ye Ning.

He had just written the first sentence.

He only glanced at it, and he was stunned.

This…

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