The God of War goes down the mountain, the fiancee of the ex-married beauty CEO

Ye Tian turned around, glanced at the pen in Su Yue's hand, shook his head, and said, "The pen here is not suitable for me."

As soon as these words came out, not only Su Yue, but also other people who were practicing calligraphy looked over.

"Why?" Su Yue asked puzzled.

Ye Tian smiled lightly, but didn't speak.

"It seems that the little brother has a lot of research on calligraphy. If you don't mind, how about you and I discuss it?" At this time, Mr. Zhang also stepped in and said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhang, what do you mean?" Su Yue felt that she seemed a little strange today, always easy to get angry, completely different from her previous intellectuality and rationality.

Mr. Zhang smiled and said: "The pens in your hands are for beginners. Generally, those who have some attainments in calligraphy will not use this kind of pen. This little brother is obviously not a beginner, so he said that the pen is not good. It suits him."

"Oh, so that's the case." Su Yue nodded, but she ignored this point, and thought that Ye Tian deliberately refused, which made her feel a little inexplicably irritated.

Thinking of this, she looked at Ye Tian and said, "Ye Tian, ​​I'm sorry, I don't know this..."

Ye Tian shook his head lightly, but looked at Mr. Zhang, and said, "Is there a good Langhao brush here, old man?"

"Of course there is." Mr. Zhang laughed, knowing that Ye Tian agreed, he immediately turned around and went to pick up his pen.

Not to mention, after not writing for a long time, Ye Tian's hands were really itchy, so he agreed to come down when he heard Mr. Zhang said to have a discussion.

But this time, it surprised some people who were practicing calligraphy.

"Who is this kid? He has the honor to compete with Mr. Zhang?"

"Yeah, I've been practicing calligraphy here for several years, and I haven't seen Mr. Zhang discussing with me."

"What do you know? Mr. Zhang is a celebrity in the calligraphy world today, and you can also learn from him if you want to learn from him?"

"But this kid dares to promise Mr. Zhang, hey, wait to make a fool of yourself."

……

Many of these people knew that Zhang Lao's calligraphy was very good, and they all started talking about it.

Soon, Zhang Lao came in with two good Langhao pens, handed one of them to Ye Tian, ​​and said with a smile: "Little brother, please!"

Ye Tian took the pen and said lightly: "Respecting the old and loving the young are the traditional virtues. If you can compete with the old man, how can I go first?"

As soon as these words came out, many people immediately stared at Ye Tian with dissatisfaction.

"This kid is still pretending to be a big-tailed eagle. Who does he think he is?"

"I've seen crazy people, but I've never seen such crazy people, and let Mr. Zhang make the first move. Do you really treat yourself like a dish?"

"Sure enough, he is young and frivolous. Mr. Zhang has been immersed in calligraphy for decades. How can he be compared to a brat like him?"

Ye Tian naturally heard the surrounding voices, but he didn't pay attention to it. The inertial thinking of Chinese people is so strong that they will always appear in the finale.

But they forget that putting the elders first is the real virtue.

Mr. Zhang nodded, looked at Ye Tian with more satisfaction, and said, "Okay, the old man will come first."

After finishing speaking, he was not polite, and walked to the desk in front of Su Yue, Su Yue immediately gave up her seat, just as she had just finished grinding the ink.

Mr. Zhang closed his eyes and waited for a while, as if he was adjusting himself. His old eyes suddenly opened, he was full of energy, and his brush strokes were flying. Just by falling the first stroke, it can be seen that he has a lot of skill in calligraphy.

The people around cheered excitedly one by one.

Soon, a line of flamboyant characters appeared on the rice paper.

Fei Liu went straight down to 3000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days.

"Mr. Zhang is worthy of being Mr. Zhang. This kind of thick and thick writing is beyond anyone's reach."

"It's not like I don't know. I was shocked when I compared. I only know now that we are far from the realm of Mr. Zhang."

"Calligraphy like this should be the only masterpiece of a master today."

The people around cheered, and they were very excited when they saw Mr. Zhang's words, as if seeing a peerless beauty.

"Do you know the gap?" Su Yue also spoke at the right time. After finishing speaking, she looked at Ye Tian proudly and told you to pretend. Now I see how you pretend.

Ye Tian looked at the line of words and suddenly sighed softly.

"Why do you sigh softly, little brother?" Mr. Zhang was waiting for Ye Tian to speak, when he heard the sigh, he spoke immediately.

Ye Tian glanced at Mr. Zhang, and said, "Although Mr. Zhang opened the Jingshu Pavilion and looked at the works of ancient and modern calligraphers, he never understood the essence."

"Although the characters are good, they have no shape, no spirit, just like a dragon without eyes. What a pity, what a pity!"

"Huangkou kid, how dare you say that about Mr. Zhang?"

"Hey, I have a bad temper, Mr. Zhang's calligraphy is so good, but this kid criticized him as worthless?"

"Are you making an international joke? Is Mr. Zhang's words something that juniors like you can try to judge in vain?"

The people around suddenly shouted loudly, all of them looked very angry.

"Ye Tian, ​​don't talk nonsense if you don't know." Even Su Yue couldn't help but say.

Zhang Lao was even more stunned on the spot. The first thing he felt when he heard Ye Tian's words was that he couldn't accept it. He regretted it a little now. Why did he think of discussing with him?Did I really get it wrong?This kid is pretending from the inside out?

But he calmed down after all, he was old and had no experience, and said: "Since the little brother said so, he must be confident, please enlighten me."

"Then show your shame." After Ye Tian finished speaking, he picked up the high-quality Langhao pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, pondered for a while, and began to write.

The moment he wrote, Mr. Zhang felt his brows twitch. In his eyes, Ye Tian seemed to have entered a supreme realm at this moment. It seemed that every stroke carried earth-shattering power.

With flying dragons and phoenixes dancing, each word appeared, as if it brought him into a battlefield of gold and iron horses, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Drunk with the lamp on and watching the sword, dreaming back to the company battalion blowing horns, eight hundred li points under the command to burn, fifty strings turning outside the fortress, autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

Lu Feikuai of the horse, his bow like a thunderbolt, ended the king's affairs in the world, and won the fame before and after his life. It happened for nothing.

When the pen falls, following the handwriting on the rice paper, it is actually a kind of artistic conception of gold and iron horses, but looking down at the world and swallowing mountains and rivers with anger.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded and shocked.

Su Yue couldn't help opening her small mouth wide, covering it lightly with her jade hand, her beautiful eyes were full of surprise and disbelief.

"Good words, good words, good artistic conception..." After a long time, Zhang Lao suddenly opened his mouth, and he burst into tears.

"I never thought I could see such a masterpiece in my lifetime. I have no regrets in this life."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at his own handwriting, and suddenly felt that he had lost his original complacency and felt ashamed.

The little brother is right, my words lack charm and artistic conception.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang made a sudden move, took his own words and tore them into pieces.