Bring the system to pretend

A sudden voice sounded in the backyard, making the two elders stunned.

After seeing clearly who the visitor was, both of them flashed their faces, as if they were very surprised.

"Little friend Ling?"

"Old Ai, Old Zhang, long time no see!" Ling Chen cupped his hands and said with a faint smile.

Zhang Lao laughed loudly, a little surprised: "Hahaha, why does Ling Xiaoyou have time to visit my Zhang family today?"

After the last farewell in Shima Park, he asked Zhang Huan to deliberately contact Ling Chen. After all, warriors who can pick leaves and hurt people are of extraordinary strength.

But he didn't expect that Ling Chen would unexpectedly visit the Zhang family today, which made him happy and surprised.

The joy is to be able to communicate with this kind of genius. If the other party achieves supreme dominance in the future, at least he can be contaminated with a little domineering. The surprise is that Ling Chen comes suddenly, will there be any bad things to happen?

Ling Chen was about to say something when he saw Zhang Huan behind him laughing, "Grandpa, I called Brother Chen."

It's still a bit embarrassing to say it, but the reason he called Ling Chen over was to come for a massage and to enjoy the abyss of sin, as for visiting, he didn't think about it at all.

A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in Mr. Zhang's eyes. His grandson is quite enlightened. He knew that Ling Chen was invited here, and he would communicate with him more. If he really needed Ling Chen's help, he wouldn't feel embarrassed at least.

Seeing this scene, Elder Ai couldn't help cursing his juniors for being brainless. With Ling Chen's medical skills, if he could make friends with him, he would have an extra life in the future. This kind of person is now being preempted by the juniors of the Zhang family. It's foolish to make friends.

"Old man Zhang, your grandson is really amazing. You can make friends with geniuses like Ling Xiaoyou. The younger generations in my family have never seen them invite Ling Xiaoyou to the house as a guest. They are really pissed off."

"Old man Ai, you are really trusting me. To tell you the truth, when I first met Ling Xiaoyou, my grandson almost got into a fight with Ling Xiaoyou. If Ling Xiaoyou hadn't kept his hand, my grandson is probably still in the hospital now." Mr. Zhang waved He waved his hands, but there was a trace of pride on his face.

When he said goodbye to Ling Chen, he specially sent someone to investigate Ling Chen. The more he investigated, the more shocked he was.

Ling Chen's medical skills, martial arts, mysterious skills and other abilities are all outstanding. Jinling City's medical leaders, gold medal feng shui masters, and powerful figures in the four major regions are all convinced by Ling Chen's ability.

The last time old man Ai was dying of illness, it was Ai Chenglong who knelt down and begged Ling Chen to invite him.

All of these reflected Ling Chen's extraordinaryness vividly and delicately.

It can be said that among the younger generation in Jinling City, it is impossible to find a junior who can compete with Ling Chen.

Only the younger generation of Yanjing's family can be compared with Ling Chen.

Now that his grandson can call Ling Chen brothers and sisters, he is naturally very proud.

"Your grandson is really good to make friends with Ling Xiaoyou." Ai Lao nodded, with a little jealousy in his eyes.

No, after going back, I have to let Xun'er's sister-in-law Liang and Ling Chen communicate more, otherwise the old man Zhang's grandson will take advantage of it.

"Hey hey!" Zhang Huan frowned, as if enjoying Ai Lao's boast.

The calligraphers behind the two elders were all shocked. This Ling Chen was only in his early 20s, dressed in ordinary clothes, with a trace of childishness on his face, why did Elder Ai and Elder Zhang boast so much?

And from what the two said, it seems that being able to make friends with Ling Chen is still a very proud thing?
"Mr. Ai and Mr. Zhang, please stop praising me. I'm just an ordinary student." Ling Chen waved his hand, very humble and low-key.

Damn, if you have time to praise me, why not think about things that you can't figure out no matter how hard you think about them, such as how handsome I am.

Both elders laughed, they naturally knew that what Ling Chen said was just self-effacing.

After a pause, Mr. Zhang seemed to think of something, and asked with a smile: "Little friend Ling, just now you said to comment on the calligraphy of me and old man Ai. Could it be that you still know calligraphy?"

"I understand a little bit. Today I saw the two elders writing wonderful words, so I couldn't help but comment." Ling Chen smiled modestly, but his heart ached.

I just spent [-] pretense points (the remaining [-]) to exchange for a traditional cultural skill pack, so it's no wonder I don't understand it.

"Oh? If that's the case, let Xiaoyou Ling take a look at the clumsy work of our two elders." Seeing the light shining in Ling Chen's eyes, Ai Lao stretched out his hand and signaled Ling Chen to come over and watch the calligraphy.

Regarding this, Ling Chen didn't hesitate, and went directly to the two calligraphy.

Several calligraphy masters looked at each other, feeling a little disapproving in their hearts, at Ling Chen's age, what kind of bird can he comment on?
However, since the two elders were here, it was difficult for them to speak out what was in their hearts, so they could only watch quietly, to see how Ling Chen would lose face when the time came.

After watching for about 1 minute, Ling Chen thought deeply for a moment, and said to Mr. Zhang: "The basic shape of Chinese characters is square, but through the expansion and contraction of stippling and the twisting of the axis, it can also form various moving shapes, so as to combine Into a beautiful calligraphy work.

Mr. Zhang's running script has reached the point of calligraphic interest and form. It is flat and stable, with clear direction and back, orderly primary and secondary, and stable center of gravity. What's more rare is that the structure of stippling has reached the golden ratio.

However, this running script lacks a certain balance and rhythm, and the degree of simplicity is slightly low. After all, running script pays attention to shortness, moderate length, density and even stops. "

After finishing speaking, Ling Chen turned his eyes to Elder Ai again, and talked eloquently: "For cursive script, my focus is on the lines first, and Mr. Ai's cursive script perfectly outlines the lines, and there is also ink mixed in it. It is a flower hidden in the grass.

In addition, Ai Lao's cursive script is rich in brushwork and full of internal strength. The structure of the characters is messy but even and steady.

The only regret is that this cursive script lacks a certain combination of order. Cursive script is an artistic calligraphy. Its various colors can no longer be chaotic, but should be very orderly. Otherwise, it will not be able to reflect its unevenness at all. , The beauty of reality and fiction. "

Hearing Ling Chen's comments, several calligraphers were shocked. They really didn't expect Ling Chen to have such a high understanding of calligraphy. You know, some of Ling Chen's comments were not even thought of by them.

Ai Lao and Zhang Lao looked at each other, and the admiration in Ling Chen's eyes became more intense.

Although they have practiced calligraphy for a long time and have written many excellent works, for people like them, the most important thing is not to praise, but to criticize. Only by criticizing can they know that they are good.
This Ling Chen said good or bad, he didn't lose their face, and let them know his clumsiness, he was really a genius.

After listening to Ling Chen's comment, Zhang Huan who was next to him said in amazement: "Brother Chen, you are also amazing. The comments are so inscrutable. Judging from this, your calligraphy should be very good, right?"

"It's so-so, it's not as elegant as a palace." Ling Chen waved his hand humbly.

"Little friend Ling, why don't you write it too?" Elder Ai and Mr. Zhang became interested. Since Ling Chen's comments are so good, the calligraphy should not be too bad.

"This...my writing skills are clumsy, and I dare not make a fool of myself in front of the elders, so forget it."

The two elders persuaded: "It's okay, this is not a competition!"

"Okay..." Ling Chen reluctantly agreed on the surface, but he was overjoyed in his heart, ahem, finally it's time for me to pretend.

Shrugging, Ling Chen walked in front of a blank piece of calligraphy paper, his qi sank in his dantian, his eyes were sharp, his whole temperament suddenly changed at this moment, a scholarly aura of a dragon jumping over the sky, a tiger crouching and a phoenix spewed from him Slowly spread out.

After a three-second pause, a piece of calligraphy that has been passed down through the ages appeared in Ling Chen's mind. He didn't hesitate, only to see his right hand jerk, and the brush was spinning rapidly in his hand, unpredictable.

The moment Ling Chen wrote, the figures of the two elders and the calligraphers behind them trembled, as if they saw something extremely unbelievable.

"This, this...is this soul energy?"