Unrivaled King

"Tell you, the handwriting written by grandpa is very beautiful..." Seeing several people take out pens, inks, papers and inkstones, Mengmeng pulled Lin Hui over and said.

Hearing this, Lin Hui also became interested. After all, there are fewer and fewer people practicing brush calligraphy, and even fewer people can write well.

At this time, Mengmeng Nainai walked over with a smile, "The three of them are fine, they have to get together to write and write from time to time, don't worry about them."

Soon, several people prepared everything. While talking, Zhang Chusheng brought three wine glasses.

"It looks like I've never drank like this before." He said and filled up the three glasses of wine. "Old Sun, you should come first, otherwise you will have no room to play later." After taking a sip, Zhang Chusheng said jokingly.

Hearing this, Sun Minghao didn't seem to care at all, and said with a smile, "Your mouth is still so unforgiving, and I don't know how you managed to do business."

Sun Minghao was not polite either, and stood up directly after taking a sip of the wine. "It's really good wine! Bring more in the future."

Zhang Chusheng's face turned dark when he heard this, "You think this wine fell from the sky, but I was willing to take it out after hiding it for five years. Don't get it cheap and act like a good boy."

Seeing Zhang Chusheng's anxious appearance, both Wang Jiawen and Sun Minghao laughed.

Sun Minghao walked to the table next to him, picked up the brush, and after thinking for a while, his hand was already moving.At this time, Wang Jiawen and Zhang Chusheng, who were sitting next to them, were holding wine glasses and looking at Sun Minghao with a smile on their faces, enjoying themselves very much.

Writing and drinking are the common hobbies of the three of them.It is precisely because of this hobby that the three people who did not have much communication before became friends who forgot the years.Whenever they are free, the three of them will get together, drink and write.

Writing, appreciating, drinking and tasting wine are the happiest things for them.

A few minutes later, Sun Minghao put down the pen in his hand, and his work was completed.Dozens of graceful and elegant characters are sharp and smooth, smooth and natural.In the dozens of words, there is a faint atmosphere.

Sun Minghao wrote regular script, which was square and powerful, and looked extremely pleasing to the eye.As soon as he started to write the first character, Lin Hui knew that the other party was definitely not just playing casually. Without decades of skill, he couldn't write such a character at all.

At least, except for his father, he has never seen anyone write so well.

"I said, grandson, are you tired of writing like this every time?" Zhang Chusheng yelled as soon as he stopped writing next to him. "However, the writing can be regarded as so-so."

The three of them had known each other for decades, and Sun Minghao naturally knew Zhang Chusheng's habits, and said with a smile, "It's an honor to be told so-so by your old Zhang."

While talking, Sun Minghao sat down and tasted some wine, while Zhang Chusheng had already picked up the brush.The moment Zhang Chusheng picked up the pen, Zhang Chusheng seemed to be a different person, with an extremely focused expression on his face.

After a while, Zhang Chusheng made a move.However, compared to Sun Minghao, Zhang Chusheng was obviously much faster. In less than a minute, he had already picked up the pen.

Cursive!

Zhang Chusheng wrote in cursive, and every word revealed a kind of wildness, wildness, unrestrainedness, and the style of writing was flowing and flowing, very natural, and it seemed that he would feel relaxed and happy inadvertently.

Although Lin Hui is not good at writing cursive script, he can read it. This is definitely another calligrapher.His father usually likes cursive script the most, and it is even more cursive than Zhang Chusheng's, and some of them he doesn't even know.

Looking at Wang Jiawen, who was enjoying himself, Lin Hui couldn't help but look forward to it. Sun Minghao and Zhang Chusheng seem to be considered masters. What kind of fonts is Wang Jiawen good at? After all, it can be seen from the performance of the three of them. , Wang Jiawen's calligraphy attainments will definitely not be inferior to the two of them.

"Old Zhang, your writing is so wild and unrestrained..." Wang Jiawen laughed at this time.

"Don't do it, who told me to like this, I can write whatever I want, unlike Lao Sun, who has been an official for a long time, and his words have become so inflexible, and he is still the same now that he is retired."

The three of them laughed and talked and laughed while drinking.Not long after, Wang Jiawen stood up and it was his turn.

Running script!Not long after Wang Jiawen wrote, Lin Hui knew that what Wang Jiawen wrote was running script.

Not long after, the extremely elegant and natural two lines of characters appeared in front of several people.Seeing this word, Lin Hui couldn't help being a little surprised.Although the writing styles of the three people are different, Wang Jiawen's handwriting is obviously slightly better.

"Grandpa's writing is really good!" Seeing that Wang Jiawen finished writing, Mengmeng clapped her hands and said.

"Mengmeng, which one is better, Grandpa Zhang or Grandpa Sun?" Zhang Chusheng looked at Mengmeng and said, naturally he would not compare with Wang Jiawen, but he had never been convinced by Sun Minghao.

Mengmeng tilted her head, looked at the words on the table, and then said in a childish voice, "I don't know what Grandpa Zhang wrote, but Grandpa Sun's is more beautiful."

"Ha ha...!"

Hearing this, Zhang Chusheng's face was full of black lines. How could he have forgotten this? He wrote cursive script himself, so it's strange that Mengmeng knows it.On the other hand, Wang Jiawen and Sun Minghao laughed.

Soon, ten minutes passed.At this time, Wang Jiawen suddenly said to Lin Hui: "Xiao Lin, have you also practiced soft pen?" He had already noticed Lin Hui's eyes before, and now ordinary young people don't care much about soft pen calligraphy, after all, in real life There are not many used in it, but just now Lin Hui stood aside and looked at it, and he seemed very serious like that.

Lin Hui nodded and said, "I practiced for a while before."

Hearing what Lin Hui said, Wang Jiawen couldn't help showing a smile on his face, "You can try it too, since you are idle anyway."

Zhang Chusheng and Sun Minghao also looked at Lin Hui curiously. There are not many young people who can write with a brush nowadays.

Lin Hui was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Wang Jiawen to say that.

"If you want to write, just write. A man is shy. Even if you can't write well, we won't eat you." Seeing Lin Hui's appearance, several people thought that Lin Hui was too reserved to dare to do anything. Zhang Chusheng shouted directly.

Lin Hui smiled wryly, he had already talked about this point, if he didn't do anything, he really couldn't justify it.

"Okay, then I'll make a fool of myself, don't scold me if I can't write well." Lin Hui said jokingly, he and the three old people have been familiar for so long, and the three are very easy to get in touch with.

"Hurry up, why are you so long-winded." Zhang Chusheng said with staring eyes.

At this time, Mengmeng Nainai had just walked over and scolded with a smile, "Old Zhang, you can't say a few words with this mouth." She had a good impression of Lin Hui.

Seeing that Lin Hui was about to write, Wu Mengqi and Mengmeng came over curiously.Wu Mengqi was also a little surprised, Lin Hui can also write calligraphy?

While speaking, Lin Hui had already picked up the pen in his hand.Speaking of which, he hasn't written brush calligraphy for a long time, but he doesn't feel too unfamiliar, after all, he has been in touch with this thing for more than ten years.

Compared with the pens I have used before, this pen in my hand is obviously much better.

After thinking for a while, Lin Hui wrote.It's just that at the moment when he wrote, Lin Hui obviously felt a little different.

Experts knew if there was one as soon as they made a move. Lin Hui hadn't finished writing the first word, and the eyes of the three people sitting beside him all lit up.They have been in contact with calligraphy for most of their lives, and their vision is naturally very unique.

When Lin Hui finished writing the first word, the eyes of the three people became brighter, as if they had discovered some treasure, and they even forgot to drink the wine.

Lin Hui himself was also in a state of astonishment. He had practiced soft brush calligraphy for more than ten years. Although he had achieved a certain degree of skill, he was definitely not comparable to Wang Jiawen and the others.

But at this time, he suddenly discovered that his calligraphy level had improved a lot invisibly.

The kind of control over the dark power of the hand, yes, the control of the technique, has obviously improved a lot. Generally speaking, if you want to control this kind of subtle technique, you need a long time of accumulation to be able to control the strength with ease. Lin Hui before was definitely not able to achieve such precision, but now he feels that he has touched that level of realm.

You can feel a kind of faint strength between gestures, full of grandeur!

Soon, Lin Hui understood that he entered the realm of Qi training, coupled with uninterrupted hidden weapon practice, the control of strength in his hands has improved a lot.Although I don't know the specific reason, but it definitely has an inevitable relationship with those.