Urban Witcher

Thirty years have passed, except for his gray hair, he doesn't look too old, and his skin is still rosy and shiny. Suddenly, a ridiculous idea arises in his heart: Does this old man take supplements like "Golden R" every day?

After exchanging pleasantries between the two parties, Wu Lexing greeted the two of them to sit down, brewed a pot of Kung Fu tea for them to taste, first greeted Zhou Jingru's father, and chatted casually. Zhou Jingru brought the topic to Ye Shaoyang, Ye Shaoyang also immediately expressed his desire to visit his collection.

"Ordinary products are not very interesting. Young man, since you are proficient in calligraphy, I recently got some incomplete posts. I just invite you to appreciate them."

Ye Shaoyang immediately said he didn't dare.

Wu Lexi nodded to his son, Wu Xujun immediately went upstairs, Shaoqing came down with a bamboo box, opened it and put it on the coffee table.

The box was opened, and Wu Yue personally took out a few yellowed copybooks from inside. At first glance, they looked like antiques, most of them were fragments, with some calligraphy written on them.

Wu willingly separated the copybooks and placed them on the tea table one by one, politely asking Ye Shaoyang to appreciate them.

Ye Shaoyang looked at each copybook, and saw that there were several types of fonts on the copybooks, so he had to hurry to put them on the shelves, and choked out a few calligraphy terms.

These superficial terms, to the ears of a senior fan like Wu Le, are simply laymen, but he just smiled and asked Ye Shaoyang to judge the author of these copybooks.

Ye Shaoyang didn't even look at it, and said, "I don't know."

When Zhou Jingru heard what he said, she couldn't help but feel a little worried. Even if it was a progressive strategy, she had to pretend to be a little more realistic, so as not to be questioned by others, and it would be difficult to smooth things over.

Sure enough, Wu Yue smiled lightly and said, "Can't Mr. Ye recognize such a distinctive handwriting?"

Ye Shaoyang said frankly: "I can't recognize anyone's handwriting. I like to practice calligraphy since I was a child, and there are copybooks everywhere around me. I throw them away after practice. I have never seen who the author is, and no one told me about it."

Wu Yue said with a smile: "What's the use of practicing calligraphy without seeking the root cause?"

Ye Shaoyang also laughed: "I'm practicing calligraphy, so what are you doing, you eat a chicken egg and it's delicious, so you must know the hen who lays the egg?"

Wu Lele was startled, then burst into a hearty laugh, and ordered Wu Xujun to put away all the copybooks, spread out the rice paper, and said to Ye Shaoyang, "Since Mr. Ye doesn't bother reading books, he's always good at writing. Take a look."

Ye Shaoyang was not in a hurry, so he asked Wu Yue to write a picture first, which was regarded as a guest's respect for the host.

"Okay. The old man throws bricks to attract jade." Wu Lexi declined for a while, picked up a medium-thick pen brush from the pen holder next to the table, dipped it in ink, and finished it on the paper in one go. He smiled at Ye Shaoyang, "I'm kidding." .

When Ye Shaoyang went up to look, there were two words written on the paper: Heavenly Way.

Written in regular script, it looks very upright and very skillful.

Ye Shaoyang praised a few words from the bottom of his heart, Wu Le smiled lightly, pointed to those two words and said: "They all say that the writing is like a person, Mr. Ye, have you ever seen anything from my two words?"

Ye Shaoyang was stunned, observed carefully, and said slowly: "The font is square and regular, and it is flat and steady, which shows that the old man is honest. His writing style is restrained, tight inside and loose outside, which shows that the old man is full of confidence and has a strong idea in his heart."

After a pause, Ye Shaoyang continued: "The most important thing is the word chosen by the old man, the way of heaven. These two characters are very heavy in themselves, which shows that the old man has a clear distinction between right and wrong, and has a faint ambition to do justice for the sky?"

Wu Le laughed loudly, "How can it be possible to act on behalf of the heavens? Follow the heavens, have ideals and help the world at the same time. What does Mr. Ye think?"

Ye Shaoyang felt that his words had a meaning of quoting outside the topic, so he asked a question: "How can I follow the way of heaven?"

"Clear right from wrong, suppress the strong and help the weak, the brave take the responsibility." Wu Le said, "This is only one aspect."

Looking at his determined eyes, Ye Shaoyang believed that what he said was true, and he also did so. This old man is not a bad person in essence.

Staring at Wu Lele's face, Ye Shaoyang continued to ask: "It's not easy to tell right from wrong. What is the standard? Did you set it? If so, how can you guarantee that you are right?"

Wu Le was taken aback for a moment, and said slowly: "Then what do you think is conforming to the way of heaven?"

Ye Shaoyang came to the table, grabbed a pen from the pen holder, and the pen followed the dragon snake, and added two characters after the word "Heavenly Way" written by Wu Lexie.

Wu Le, father and son, and Zhou Jingru immediately came together curiously to have a look.

Ye Shaoyang wrote in cursive, wild cursive, but because the characters had few strokes, they were easy to recognize. Even Zhou Jingru could read at a glance. What he wrote was two characters: human heart.

"The way of heaven is too perfect. It is not real enough to be perfect blindly. Therefore, I agree to start from the heart and compare the heart to people."

Wu Le is staring at the rice paper on the table. The words "Tian Dao" and "Human Heart", one in regular script, one in cursive script, one in square form, and one in freehand brushwork, have very different styles and temperaments. This comparison arouses Wu Le some thoughts.

"Good words!" Wu Lexi observed for a while, and then gave an evaluation of these two words. Without talking too much nonsense, these two words represent his attitude.

Ye Shaoyang took off the rice paper, took a brush in his hand, and wrote four more characters in one breath, stepped aside, and asked Wu Yue with a smile: "How about these four characters?"

Wu Lele stepped forward to take a look, and his eyelids immediately jumped up. Ye Shaoyang wrote: Ziyue Qingtian.

Wu Lexi restrained his emotions, observed for a while, and said blankly: "It's also a good word."

Ye Shaoyang curled the corners of his mouth. These four words came to him on a whim, and they were a very clear hint. However, Wu Lexi's performance of pretending to be stupid made him dissatisfied. He gritted his teeth and pointed at the two sides of "Ziyue". One word said: "Are these two words good?"

Wu Le said: "Okay."

"What did the old man think of when he saw these two words?" Finally he pierced the window paper.

Wu Lele looked down at those two words, remained silent, and his face was expressionless, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"I have thought of a lot." After a long time, Wu Lexi said slowly, raised his head, looked at Ye Shaoyang, with an air of authority without anger, "Master Ye, you have something to say, why don't you just say it?"

The word "Tianshi Ye" made Ye Shaoyang feel relieved. It turns out that he knew his identity a long time ago. It seems that his speculations are not wrong.

Zhou Jingru also stood up nervously, and stood behind Ye Shaoyang.

"The half of the notebook is in your hand?" Ye Shaoyang looked at him and said.

Wu Lele still had an expressionless expression, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

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