The Great Master of Picking Up Girls

Bathed in the expectant eyes of everyone, Zhang Dongyin said: "Six days and nine days snow flutters, just like a jade girl going to Qiongyao. One day the sky will be fine, and those who use brooms will use brooms, and those who use shovels will use shovels."

"Pfft..."

Everyone, including the two maids, burst out laughing. This is simply a doggerel in a doggerel, just to make people laugh, right?

Zhang Dong has been watching Xiao Qiao and Xiao Lanhuazhi laughing tremblingly all the time, really fascinated. After everyone's laughter subsided, he said seriously: "This poem is about a man named Zhang Dayou in my dream." I admire the work of the master, what do you think?"

Zhou Yu suppressed a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Good poem, did that tall man named Li Bai in your dream recite any other poems?"

He is worthy of being a person who is wise and close to demons. Seeing that Zhang Dong was pretending to be crazy, he asked for a poem of the same level as Jiang Jinjiu.

The rest of the people also looked at Zhang Dong, expecting again.

"Although I have dreamed of the poet Li Bai many times, and heard him recite many poems in my dreams, unfortunately I don't remember them when I wake up." Zhang Dong drank a glass of wine, put down his glass and said, "Next time if I dream of , Definitely write it down with pen and paper.”

Although he didn't know whether what Zhang Dong said was true or not, Zhou Yu was alerted by Zhang Dong's words, jumped up suddenly, ran to the desk, wrote down the song "Will Enter the Wine" just now, and dried the ink. , held it in front of Zhang Dong, and said respectfully: "Please take a look, is there any typo?"

Xiao Qiao, Xiaolan, and Zhang Dong cast their gazes over at the same time.

Zhou Yu was indeed a great talent, his handwriting was colorful and beautiful, and there was not a single mistake in the whole poem, which shows how amazing his memory and comprehension are, and he never forgets it.

"Peerless excellent poem, excellent calligraphy." Xiao Qiao couldn't help but recited it silently again, admiringly.

"Great poems, peerless calligraphy. I think even Cai Zhonglang's calligraphy is not as good as Zhou Yuzi's." Xiaolan looked at Zhou Yu and said adoringly.

There was a bright smile on Zhou Yu's face. The compliments from the two beauties really benefited him. Just as he was about to say a few words of modesty, Zhang Dong couldn't help but bent down and laughed. He really didn't mean it. It's not bad, but it's naturally far inferior to Cai Yong's Feibai calligraphy, and even worse than Zhang Dong's calligraphy.

Everyone stared at Zhang Dong angrily, not knowing what he was laughing at.

"I'm laughing to death, I'm laughing to death." Zhang Dong managed to stop laughing, pulled the piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball, threw it on the ground, stepped on it a few times, and said, "Mr. Zhou, in my dream Among them, a calligrapher wrote down this poem, the characters are so flamboyant and gorgeous, they complement this heroic poem perfectly, but your characters are too handsome, too weak, too immature, really blasphemy I wrote this poem."

Three words of Tai in a row, Zhou Yu was so angry that his breath was short of breath, his face was red like fire, his teeth were clucking, and he was about to vomit blood and die.

Zhang Dong was taken aback. In history, although Zhou Yu died of illness, he was angered by Zhuge Liang many times, which is also one of the reasons. It can be seen that his health is not very good, and his energy is a bit narrow. Don't provoke him. It was too deep, so he stretched out his hand and patted Zhou Yu's shoulder, saying, "Gongjin, don't be too arrogant, be open-minded..."

Xiao Qiao and Xiao Lan were dumbfounded, and the two maids were also dumbfounded.

Zhou Yu was full of anger, grabbed Zhang Dong's arm, and said, "Young Master Zhang, don't hide your secrets. Come here, show your hand, write a few words, and let me worship you."

Zhang Dong shook his head again and again, and said, "Young Master Zhou, aren't you embarrassing me? How dare I present myself in front of you?"

Zhou Yu was furious, and thought to himself that you dare to humiliate me like this, why don't you dare to show your shame?Where is Keny?He raised his voice and said: "I know you are a real strange person, and at least you are also a master of calligraphy. Just point me in the right direction and let me learn and realize my shortcomings."

"I'm a groom, and my handwriting is very sloppy. I really dare not make a fool of myself." Zhang Dong declined again.

Xiao Qiao was also angry at Zhang Dong's evaluation of Zhou Yu's calligraphy just now, and interjected, "Zhang Dong, no matter how sloppy your handwriting is, you should write a few words and let me see."

"Hurry up and write, I'm waiting to pay my respects." Zhou Yu tugged on Zhang Dong's sleeve and pulled him to the desk, insisting that he write a few words. If he didn't come out, he would really hold back the suffocation in his heart. internal injury.

Zhang Dong looked at Zhou Yu sympathetically, then moved his gaze to Xiao Qiao's face, sighed and said, "Second Miss, I have no problem with writing, but I am worried that Mr. Zhou will vomit blood after writing, I really don't want to see This happened."

Xiao Qiao and Xiaolan were stunned, as were Zhou Yu and the two maids, they couldn't understand what Zhang Dong was talking about.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Qiao couldn't help asking.

"Although my handwriting is so-so, it is still much better than Mr. Zhou's. But Mr. Zhou's hand is small and his body is weak. Seeing that my handwriting is better than his, he may vomit blood with shame." Zhang Dong Seriously, "So, I suggest not to write it, or wait until I get home, and I will write it for you."

Zhou Yu's face was livid with anger, his chest heaved up and down, his eyes almost burst into flames, and now he felt like vomiting blood, even he himself felt incredible, how could he lose his composure today, could this groom really be his nemesis ?

"Nonsense." Xiao Qiao glanced at Zhou Yu worriedly, and scolded coquettishly.

"It's okay. If he can write calligraphy that surpasses ancient and modern calligraphy, I will only be happy. It is no problem to worship him as a teacher. How could he vomit blood because of shame?" Zhou Yu is worthy of being a man of wisdom, and quickly recovered He calmed down, looked at Xiao Qiao, and said comfortingly.

"Mr. Zhou, you are right to think this way. It has been said since ancient times that a mountain is higher than a mountain, and there are capable people behind a capable man. Although I am only a groom, I like to dream. I dreamed of many outstanding people, including many great calligraphers. The words I wrote by imitating their handwriting are naturally better than yours, of course, I dare not be Mr. Zhou's teacher, nor do I have the strength."

"A mountain is higher than a mountain. Behind a capable man is a capable man?" Xiao Qiao and Xiao Lan only felt that these two sentences were really wonderful, as if they contained the truth of heaven and earth, and seemed to contain infinite wisdom.

Zhou Yu was full of anger, he did not arrogantly think that he was a peerless figure, but he would not belittle himself so much that he could not even compare to a groom, and said coldly: "Zhang Gaoren, stop preaching, facts are better than facts." eloquent."

"Okay, just write, just write, don't rush me." After Zhang Dong finished speaking repeatedly, he took out a wine gourd from his arms, and drank a few sips of fine wine brought from modern times. When it comes out, it's really refreshing.

Zhou Yu was secretly surprised.

Xiao Qiao and Xiao Lan kept sniffling, their faces full of surprise.

They are all rich families, but they have never seen such a wonderful wine that emits such a strange aroma. Where did he, a groom, get it?

Under their suspicious gazes, Zhang Dong drunkenly picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and swiped the brush. What he wrote was a unique cursive script created by integrating the strengths of many historical calligraphers, which is better than Zhang Xu's cursive script. It is also elegant, more beautiful than the rainbow after the rain, and more attractive than the fragrant peach blossoms. What is amazing is that there is a strong heroic atmosphere between the lines, which penetrates the back of the paper, but is agile to the extreme. The poem about drinking wine is inherently heroic, so the two complement each other and are unparalleled in the world.

Seeing the ingenious fonts coming out of Zhang Dong's pen, everyone was shocked on the spot, as if their whole souls were trapped in these fonts, in a magnificent calligraphy artistic conception, and they couldn't wake up no matter what.

Zhou Yu himself is a calligrapher and has the sharpest eyesight. Therefore, these fonts have the greatest impact on him. He is short of breath, his mouth is opened into an O shape, and his face is shocked except for shock, mixed with a deep sense of shame. God, what is this? Beautiful and elegant calligraphy, even a fairy can't write such beautiful characters, right?I am not afraid of ignorance, but I am afraid of comparing goods. Compared with my writing, it is a pile of shit, a pile of stinky shit, and I am not convinced?

"Wow……"

He only felt angry and ashamed, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body was on the verge of falling.

"My lord, what's the matter with you?" The two maids hurriedly supported Zhou Yu and asked with concern.

"Young Master Zhou actually vomited blood?" Xiao Qiao and Xiao Lan woke up from the start, looking at Zhou Yu who was on the verge of falling, they turned pale with shock.

"It's okay."

Zhou Yu rubbed his chest, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, waved his hand and said.

The four felt at ease, and then they wandered around looking for Zhang Dong with Zhou Yu, only to find that he had already returned to the original pavilion, lying on the white stone steps, snoring like thunder. A pair of calligraphy is really not worth mentioning.

"A strange man, a real strange man, a genius, a real genius, why is he willing to be a groom? It's such a calligraphy, and it's worth a fortune if you sell it." Everyone shouted in their hearts.

Zhou Yu looked at Zhang Dong with shocked and doubtful eyes for an unknown amount of time, and then he came to his senses and said to Xiao Qiao: "This man is a peerless talent, don't neglect him, you'd better ask him about his past, What kind of sad thing, do you want to humiliate yourself like this?"

Before Xiao Qiao could answer, Zhang Dong fell asleep again, and said in a drawn out voice, "Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked flower branches for wine money. Jiuxing just sat in front of the flowers. , Drunken, you have to sleep with flowers. Day after day before flowers, day after day after flowers, year after year after drunkenness. I don’t want to bow before the chariots and horses, but I hope to die of old age in the wine. If you compare the rich and the poor with the poor, one flat land and one sky. If you compare the poor with chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have leisure. The world laughs at me for being too windy, and I laugh at the world for not being able to see through it. Remember the tomb of heroes in the five tombs. Hoe the fields without flowers."

Everyone was shocked on the spot again, their eyes were full of fanaticism, God, what a beautiful and sad poem this is, what a talent this is, what is any genius in this world compared to him?