Beiyin Great Sage

His life belongs to the Ji family, and his cultivation and strength today are all thanks to the help of the Ji family, and he even has descendants to take care of.

So willing to be a slave.

Accompanied by Rong Yue this time, it is also to ensure that Jize is safe.

Shaking his head, Jize looked at one person in the field, smiled, and said slowly:

"Old Wang, come and comment on one or two."

"My lord, you're being polite." Mr. Wang is a great calligrapher in the city, and if it wasn't for the current lack of literary skills, he might have already been named Jingdu.

He was already old, he leaned forward tremblingly, looked at the four big characters in front of him, nodded and said:

"good."

Ji Ze raised his eyebrows and showed a satisfied smile.

But the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Young Master's brush strokes are smooth and flowing, and his strokes are like clouds and smoke. He has mastered all the tricks of brushwork, which is very rare among martial arts practitioners."

Wang Lao didn't know Jize's identity, but he knew that the other party must have a special background, so he opened his mouth to admire a few words, and the conversation changed slightly:

"However, there is a little craftsmanship, but at the young master's age, it is already extremely remarkable."

He spoke very politely, thinking that he was pertinent and saved the other party's face, but he didn't notice the coldness that flashed in Jize's eyes.

"Mr. Wang is over-rewarded."

Jize took a deep breath and said:

"The junior knows that he still has shortcomings, so I invite you here today to ask for advice."

"I don't know if the senior can leave a pair of calligraphy, so that the junior can learn a little bit, and also know where I am weak? Where is my deficiency?"

Rong Yue at the side was full of smiles, but disdain had already flashed in her eyes.

Rely on the old and sell the old!

court death!

"This……"

Mr. Wang was getting old, and he would tremble when holding chopsticks. He had stopped writing a few years ago, and he never heard anything wrong.

Immediately after pondering for a while, he waved back:

"Sun Tu, write a few words."

"Yes!"

A young man in the field looked excited, stepped forward, and clasped his fists at Jize:

"Young master, please give me your advice."

"Don't dare to do it." Jize stood with his hands behind his back, and nodded calmly:

"Your Excellency is an excellent apprentice of Wang Lao, and I will definitely get his true biography. I also want to see it. How about the calligraphy of Shicheng's younger generation?"

"Yes." Sun Tu responded, and stepped forward to grind ink.

"I'll do it." Rong Yue smiled softly:

"Sun Gongzi can just write."

Sun Tu has never seen such a beautiful woman, the other's glance and smile made his heart beat wildly, he hurriedly lowered his head, and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes."

"whee……"

Rong Yue pursed her lips and chuckled, as if she was quite interested in the young man's shyness, as if she hadn't noticed the displeasure in her young master's eyes.

Sun Tu regained his composure, holding a pen in his hand.

Holding the pen holder in his hand, his face suddenly became condensed, his mind was calm, and all distracting thoughts in his eyes disappeared, only the blank paper and pen and ink remained in front of him.

Unexpectedly, he has the posture of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.

Rong Yue raised her eyebrows, and saw that Sun Tu wrote the same four big characters like a spirit.

Wen Dao is tireless!

"it is good!"

The sound of admiration sounded and then stopped abruptly.

Rong Yue smiled and took a step back without commenting.

In fact, there is no need to make comments. Everyone present, except Xu Lao who does not know calligraphy, can tell the quality of the two calligraphy at a glance.

As Wang Lao said, Jize's handwriting has more craftsmanship.

And Sun Tu's handwriting, flamboyant and phoenix dancing, combining hardness and softness, and showing a sincerity of never regretting death, can be regarded as the masterpieces of famous masters.

Looking at Jize's handwriting alone, it is not bad, and it can also bluff people when framed.

But I'm afraid to compare.

Shop around and throw it away!

In front of Sun Tu's words, J Ze's four words instantly lost their luster and demeanor, and there was inconsistency everywhere in every stroke.

"Ah……"

Ji Ze sighed lightly and nodded again and again:

"Good word!"

"Worthy of being an excellent apprentice of Wang Lao, Brother Sun's handwriting is so good and wonderful, I'm afraid he is already better than blue?"

"Don't dare." Sun Tu shook his head again and again:

"Master Wang's spells are as vast as the sky, and the younger generation is far inferior. I'm afraid it will be less than one ten-thousandth of the master's in this lifetime of hard work."

Ji Ze's expression froze.

So, wouldn't it be worse if I wrote it myself?

"Brother Sun is too modest." With a forced smile on his face, he said:

"What you wrote is already good."

"Far from enough." Sun Tu didn't notice anything wrong, shook his head and said:

"It still takes effort."

"Why are you working so hard?" Ji Ze's face darkened, and his voice became much more indifferent:

"enough."

"After all, it's something to watch the house and eat." Sun Tu said with a smile:

"The villain earns money by writing for others and supports his family. Naturally, he wants to write better, so that he can live up to the cultivation of Master Wang and the trust of his master."

"pity!"

He sighed softly:

"I care too much about money, and my pen and ink are so ingenious, it's hard to be detached."

"Well……"

Ji Ze pondered, nodded and said:

"makes sense."

He stretched out his hand, put Sun Tu's hands in his palm and watched carefully, and sighed:

"The hand that waits for writing is really hard work."

Sun Tu was flattered and shook his head hastily, "It's not hard work, it should be..."

"what!"

Before he finished speaking, he screamed suddenly, and the great pain came from his hands, making his forehead sweat, and he staggered to his knees.

Ji Ze's face turned cold, and he exerted force with his hands, which directly crushed Sun Tu's hands.

The crackling sound made everyone in the field pale.

Wait until you let go.

I saw that the hands that used to hold the pen were completely distorted and deformed, like sticky flesh, weird and terrifying.

"Why do you have to work so hard?"

Jize breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"Rongyue, just give him some origin stones, and just live a good life. It hurts me to see such painstaking efforts to write and support a family."

"Yes."

Rong Yue smiled and nodded, as if she was used to seeing it, she threw out a few Origin Stones with a wave of her hand:

"Pull it out!"

"Yes!"

Shen Shengying, the guard who had been guarding outside all the time, separated the crowd, stuffed the origin stone into the screaming Sun Tu's arms, and pulled it out the door.

They obeyed the instructions and pulled it out as soon as they said it, and never had to lift it.

The screams became farther and farther away, and everyone in the room turned pale.

Elder Wang's body trembled, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"continue."

Ji Ze smiled:

"Aside from some talent in martial arts, Ji has always been interested in calligraphy in his life, and today he is..."

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a roaring sound from the street outside, like rolling thunder, which was endless and interrupted his voice and movements.

Chapter 015

One old and one young walking in the crowd.

The old farmer has sunken eye sockets and a slightly higher skull. He is a standard Fei Mu world race. He is dressed in sackcloth and wearing straw sandals, and his hands and body are covered with dirt that cannot be washed clean.

The child has a big head, a small body, round eyes, and is less than ten years old, showing a sense of wit.

Their tattered clothes and the smell of eating in the mud made them inconspicuous in the bustling market crowd.

But if you observe carefully, you will definitely find something wrong.

fast!

Their speed is too fast compared to others.

It's like a school of fish moving at the same speed in the water, mixed with two different species, they separate the water flow, swim in it, and leave their companions behind.

Flowing Cloud Steps!

The shape is like flowing water, and the meaning is like auspicious clouds.

The old and the young, what they displayed was an extremely delicate step.

It seems to be in a hurry, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with being mixed in the crowd, but the speed is amazing. After a few flashes, it runs for several feet, and walks into another street when others have not noticed that something is wrong.

period.

The old farmer tried several methods, but he couldn't get rid of the 'stalker', and he didn't even find out where he was.

Simply put it badly, and no longer cover it up.

Shortly after.

The two came to a manor.

Different from the place when we came here, this manor occupies a vast area, full of luxury everywhere, and the guards at the gate are even more sturdy and powerful.

"stop!"