Shocked the audience

"Haha, Haoran is too arrogant to say that." Mu Cong chuckled.

Obviously, he didn't believe it and was even a little disdainful.

Calligraphy was easy to learn but hard to master. Especially in modern society, people were used to writing with a ballpoint pen. How could they be used to writing with a brush?

Not only Mu Cong, but even Qin Yunhan, Mu Zhaozhao and the other guests looked at Wang Haoran with suspicion.

The only person who trusted Wang Haoran was Wang Xiang.

He had no reason to trust him. He just thought that his son was awesome.

"Do you have the four treasures of the study?" Wang Haoran saw Mu Cong's expression and didn't refute. He just asked.

"I have these things with me everywhere I go."

Mu Cong immediately asked someone to bring a brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

He cleaned up a table in the banquet hall and covered it with paper.

The guests gathered around and focused their attention on Wang Haoran.

The brush and paper were ready, but the ink was not ground yet.

Wang Haoran walked to Mu Zhaozhao and smiled brightly.

"Can you help me grind the ink with your slender hands?"

Grinding ink was also a skill.

Mu Cong must be good at it, but it was a little beneath him to do it.

Mu Zhaozhao had been studying calligraphy since she was a child, so she must be very experienced. She was the most suitable.

"Of … of course." Mu Zhaozhao was very friendly to Wang Haoran, so she agreed to this request.

Not long after, the ink was ground.

Wang Haoran dipped the brush in the ink and started to write on the paper.

The brush moved like dragons and snakes, and one by one, the words appeared on the paper.

Looking at it carefully, one could see the words:

In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year is Kuichou. At the beginning of spring, we meet at the Orchid Pavilion of Kuaiji Mountain to mend the calligraphy.

All the sages had gathered, the young and old had gathered.

.....

Not long after, a 324-word essay was completed.

Wang Haoran did not stop there. Instead, he switched to a new piece of paper and started writing.

The previous article was written in semi-cursive script, but the calligraphy style of the new article was written in cursive script.

A few minutes later, another article was finished.

He replaced it with a new piece of paper.

This time, it was another style of calligraphy.

The attention of the surrounding people was all attracted by the calligraphy, and time passed quietly.

About half an hour later, Wang Haoran wrote the last word of the last article.

The ink fell and the brush stopped.

Looking at the ground again, there were already more than ten pieces of paper spread out.

Every piece of paper had exquisite calligraphy, each with a different style.

Wang Haoran had the Grandmaster Level Copying Skill, so copying these famous calligraphies was a piece of cake.

Mu Cong's eyes swept across the calligraphy on the ground. He was shocked beyond words and exclaimed,

"Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Orchid Pavilion, Ouyang Xun's Thirty-six Laws, Yan Zhenqing's Magu Immortal Altar, Huai Su's Autobiography, Liu Gongquan's Madam Su's Epitaph, Su Shi's Dark Clouds in the Sky …"

Mu Cong couldn't be more familiar with these calligraphy articles. They were all masterpieces by famous masters.

When he first learned calligraphy, he also started by imitating the calligraphy masters of ancient times. In the end, he learned from them and created his own unique style.

And the calligraphy articles written by Wang Haoran were very similar to the original author's.

If Wang Haoran's calligraphy was compared to the original author's, Mu Cong might not be able to tell them apart just by comparing the handwriting.

How could a person imitate the calligraphy of a famous master to such an extent?

This was simply too inconceivable!

Other than Mu Cong, the other guests around were also shocked.

Some of them knew calligraphy, so they could naturally see the knack of Wang Haoran's calligraphy.

Everyone was stingy with their praise and praised Wang Haoran.

Wang Xiang felt very proud and couldn't help but shout,

"That's my son, my son!"

Wang Haoran didn't care about the cheers around him. He only said to Mu Cong,

"The number one semi-cursive calligraphy master, Wang Xizhi, the master of cursive calligraphy, Master Huai Su, the four regular calligraphy masters, Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Zhao Mengfu,

The four Song families, Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, and Cai Xiang, I copied each of these famous calligraphies. In Grandpa Mu's opinion, is my standard okay? "

"Haoran, I didn't expect you to be so accomplished in calligraphy. This old man is blind. I underestimated you," Mu Cong said in amazement.

In fact, Wang Haoran had only seen the works of these famous calligraphies. He had never copied them.

Speaking of which, it was his first time copying, so there were still some minor flaws.

If he had practiced, he would definitely be able to pass off as the real thing.

However, even if there were flaws, it didn't affect Mu Cong's astonishment.

"It's mainly because the beauty grinds the ink. This allowed me to perform better than usual. I might not be so good at calligraphy normally," Wang Haoran didn't forget to throw a seductive look at Mu Zhaozhao as he spoke.

Everyone heard this and instinctively looked at Mu Zhaozhao.

Mu Zhaozhao felt a little embarrassed being stared at by so many people. A hint of red appeared on her face.

[Ding! The female lead, Mu Zhaozhao's favorability towards the host has increased by 10. Current favorability is 30 (Very Friendly)]

[Ding! The host has influenced the plot. Received 200 villain points!]

"Even if it's a level lower, it's still very impressive. I don't think I can copy better than you," Mu Cong praised and looked at the calligraphy works again.

Among them, one of the works made him feel a little startled.

"Haoran, that last work, I wonder which famous calligrapher you copied?" Mu Cong couldn't help but ask.

"Grandpa Mu, can't you tell that I'm copying you?" Wang Haoran smiled.

Mu Cong was very familiar with his calligraphy style. In fact, he had already noticed it, but he wanted to hear it from Wang Haoran himself.

"Haoran, you're thinking too highly of me by putting my work together with the works of these famous calligraphers," Mu Cong said in shame.

"That's not right. Grandpa Mu, you're a great calligrapher with countless excellent works. Many years later, your name will be passed down through the ages and you'll be on the same level as the Song Four Families," Wang Haoran said seriously.

When Mu Cong heard this, he felt every cell in his body relax.

As a famous calligrapher, he hoped that his works would be passed down through the ages and be praised by future generations.

He loved hearing Wang Haoran's words!

If he wasn't afraid of losing his composure, he really wanted to hug Wang Haoran and kiss him a few times.

After a long while, Mu Cong's excitement calmed down a little. He suddenly asked Wang Haoran tentatively, "You're so good at copying calligraphy.

"You're so good at copying the calligraphy of famous masters. You must be very interested in calligraphy and have put in a lot of effort. I wonder if you'd like to improve on this path?"

Wang Haoran could tell that Mu Cong wanted to take him in as a disciple, but he didn't have this idea at all, so he declined.

"Calligraphy is just one of my hobbies. I don't plan to spend too much effort on it and include it in my future plans."