Chapter 2974

On the third floor, I don't know when, Gong Feixia was standing on the fence, holding a goblet and looking down.

The scene of more than 2000 people can't help but calm down at the moment. At least most of them are calligraphy lovers, and they can tell the good from the bad.

Even if there are some people who want to hold the stage of beautiful artists, most of them are still rational. It's not that they don't want to hold it, but that they know that licking dogs doesn't come to a good end.

No matter how much you lick it, people will not look at you more. It will only pollute your identity. Why do you belittle your dignity? Anyway, we are artists. We are all equal.

When most people realize the significance of this poem, the solemnity it shows will also infect others. Even those who join in the fun and can't see the way, they will calm down, so as not to appear too ignorant.

A woman who was with her pulled the man beside her and asked in a low voice, "what's the matter? Why do we all have such an expression?"

"Listen to master Yan." The man is also a contestant, with his own set of equipment, which is worth a lot of money. It can be seen that he is also a home owner.

Feng Chan, Dai Kaiwen, Wang Peng, almost all the important people, all look at Lin Feng, waiting for his answer.

"It was written by an elder." Lin Feng answered calmly, and his words immediately spread.

"I said that this poem can't be written by him. It can't be displayed by other people's works!"

Some people on the scene immediately sneered, and this segment was immediately captured by the camera into the screen, and then broadcast in the live studio.

Also let the live room in a jubilant, all kinds of sarcasm with endless.

"What's your name?" Master Yan did not care about his words, but continued to ask.

"Tang Yin."

"Tang Yin..."

At the scene, I don't know how many people repeat the name with master Yan, trying to remember something, but no one has memory.

Master Yan is also an expert in this field. Although he can remember all kinds of ancient poems and books, he can't write such excellent works without memory.

He took a deep breath and asked, "I don't know where the author is now. What is the title of the poem?"

"The author has gone, and the title of the book is the master of Taohua nunnery!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was relieved. What's more, we are all mortals.

Suddenly throw out such a hand, Wang burst out, how do you let everyone mix, the camera cuts back to Feng Chan's side.

However, her face was still dignified, and she took the initiative to ask, "Mr. Lin, this poem of yours uses a total of 140 typefaces?"

Lin Feng nodded.

Some people have not yet understood, the scene has been a cold voice.

The live broadcast room immediately burst the pot, even if no matter how much brainless powder, no longer willing to admit, but their own goddess asked herself.

This is enough to prove that the way inside is not so simple.

One hundred and forty typefaces. How long will it take to practice them all in one poem.

Some people have already thought that if the poem is not only 140 words, it is not that he can use more fonts, how can a person be so excellent.

Did he start training when he was a baby?

Well, even if you practice as a child, you may not be able to master so many kinds of fonts.

"I said, these words look very good, but the style is very different, the original are different fonts, no wonder!"

"Fierce, fierce. It took him less than a minute to finish the poem with a brush. He also used 140 kinds of typefaces, none of them with duplicate style."

"I laugh at others... No! Is this the portrayal of this poor young man? Does he have any amazing secret? "

I don't know how many people recite that sentence. Others laugh at me for being too crazy. I laugh... Others can't see it through. Let's see Lin Feng again.

Thinking of his various rumors, Zhuang Shushi looks at Lin Feng and thinks whether he lied or not. This poem is his voice.

He created it himself. It must be so. It's just to avoid suspicion that he would say that.

Not only she, but also I don't know how many people present combined with his life experience for the first time.

I'm kidding. If there is such a good poem, how can it not spread.

There will be such a coincidence, he got, and so fit his circumstances.

It's probably a sour poem that the young and the old feel about their own fortune.

Well, whether others believe it or not, those who have got it believe it.

If it's just a single poem, or a hundred and forty typefaces, it doesn't matter.

But the combination of the two shows that he is not an ordinary person and is joking.

If you type with a computer, you may not be able to type such a poem correctly in a minute, let alone in different fonts.

This requires what kind of talent, what kind of thinking and hand speed, can be done by combining them.

Feng Chan is moved. She has realized the seriousness of the problem. As a professional, she naturally has the sharpness she should have. Today, there are calligraphy fans in one province on the scene, and they are directly facing more than one million fans through live broadcast. Some people will definitely realize that this is extraordinary, so she can't admit it or not. If she wants to make a fool of it, she will only leave a laughing stock. She doesn't want her personal design to collapse. No matter how beautiful and professional you are, from ancient times to the present, as long as you have defects first, the personal design will certainly collapse. Everything will be denied. As a public figure, she has a clear understanding of minefields. Feng Chan asked, just smile, no longer sound. As a competitor, she has just given points to each other. However, if she doesn't ask, master Yan will certainly ask, and other judges will also ask. It's better to open your mouth and show your knowledge in front of fans“ One minute, one poem, one hundred and forty typefaces, today is a long experience Master Yan looked at Lin Feng with admiration and exclaimed, "it's really daunting. Can Mr. Lin explain to me what fonts are all around here? I'm sorry, but I don't recognize most of them."“ Long Shu, Luan Feng, Yun Shu, Jia Lan, Shou Jin... "Lin Feng reported more than 100 font names at one go. Even if the scene is mostly calligraphy lovers, but also confused, even if master Yan, but also just some speculation“ What are these typefaces? Why have I never heard of them? " Some people can't help asking questions to the people around them“ I'm ashamed that I only recognize five of them. "“ I know seven of them. It's estimated that there are differences in expressions. In fact, many typefaces have similarities. "“ No, these fonts, I guess, must be from classical books. Without a certain in-depth study, I would never know so much. "“ He used to be the young master of the cha family. He should have implanted chips! "“ That's for sure. "“ It's not surprising that there are chips. "