Rebirth of the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 39 'Country'

Facing the words of the crowd, Ye Feng was very embarrassed. He had never seen Ye Cheng practice calligraphy. How could he write good calligraphy?

Not to mention that in front of Wang Guoao, a calligraphy master, it is estimated that the handwriting is full of flaws. When Wang Guoao criticizes it, Ye Cheng will definitely lose face.

In Ye Feng's heart, he still cared about Ye Cheng, so he cast a questioning look at him, "What do you think?"

If Ye Cheng is smart, he should understand the meaning of this gaze, as long as he says some polite words, for example, the younger generation dare not show shame in front of the senior, the younger generation's words cannot be seen by the senior, and so on, Ye Feng will help, and the matter will be settled uncovered.

How could Ye Cheng not understand what grandpa meant, but he was reincarnated and reborn as Emperor Ye Tiandi, just writing a few words, it wouldn't bother him.

"Okay, what do you want to write?" Ye Chengyu was surprised.

Everyone in the living room was taken aback, they didn't expect Ye Cheng to agree so decisively.

Moreover, judging by Ye Cheng's tone, it was self-confidence from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Cheng is still underage, and he is not confident enough to say such words in front of the calligrapher Wang Guoao.

'Hmph, if you don't know how to live or die, if you show off your skills in front of calligraphy masters, even if you have practiced calligraphy, you will be criticized as a fart. "Ye Ying sneered in her heart.

"Okay, young man, let me see your confidence. Today is National Day, so you can write the word 'country'!" Wang Guoao said with a flicker of eyes.

The word '国' can already tell a person's calligraphy level, no matter whether it is horizontal, vertical, hooked or pressed, one can tell at a glance whether he is really powerful or mediocre.

Accompanied by several elders, Ye Cheng came to the Eight Immortals table in the living room, which was complete with pens, inks, papers and inkstones, while Erbo's family didn't even have the interest to look at it, and Ye Cheng was a little bit more, they couldn't be more clear about it.

When did they see Ye Cheng practice calligraphy at home?They don't believe that such a person can write good words, and they hope that Ye Cheng will make a fool of himself.

"Let's start." Wang Guoao said.

Ye Cheng picked up a writing brush casually, raised his hand and completed it in one go. In an instant, a huge Chinese character appeared on the paper without even brewing, as if he was writing normally, which is surprising.

Ordinary calligraphers will brew for a while before writing, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours, and even some harsh people will fast and bathe before writing, in order to reach the most perfect state of energy and spirit.

"This is……"

Ye Feng and the others were taken aback for a moment, staring fixedly at the word 'country' on the paper.

Ye Feng said: "In China, Confucianism and Taoism are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Some people write calmly, some are unruly, and some are elegant and transcendent. Your writing..."

"Haha, Grandpa, I just said how could this kid know how to write calligraphy and calligraphy, and he's showing his fox's tail!" Ye Ying couldn't help laughing when she heard Ye Feng's words.

In his opinion, Ye Feng is already criticizing Ye Cheng's words.

"If you can't write, don't be ashamed. Don't you know how much you have? Don't show off in front of your elders in the future." Ye Zhiyuan also said.

"Can't you two wait for me to finish? Shame!" Ye Feng's face sank.

Ye Zhigao and Ye Ying were choked up when they heard the words, like a fox being caught by the tail, they dared not speak any more.

Wang Guoao's eyes couldn't be separated from the word 'country' on the table of the Eight Immortals, and he was full of praise:

"Domineering!"

"noble!"

"Proud!"

"confidence!"

"There is an aura of dominance!"

"what?"

Ye Zhiyuan and his son opened their mouths wide in surprise, unable to react for a while.

To be praised by Wang Guoao like this, could it be that Ye Chengzhen wrote a perfect word 'country'.

As the reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor, Ye Cheng couldn't get rid of the aura in his bones. The plaque on the Heavenly Court Hall was written by Ye Cheng himself.

The words on the plaque are worshiped by all races, and they have been psychic, and now it is difficult to write a small word "country" for Ye Cheng.

"Hahaha! Good calligraphy, good calligraphy. I, Wang Guoao, have studied calligraphy all my life. I really never expected to see such calligraphy on a young man!"

"Lao Ye, you have such a grandson, borrowing what Lao Li said just now, you are so envious of me!" Wang Guoao praised without hesitation, and the way he looked at Ye Cheng changed completely.

"Master Ye!"

Li Hongsheng was also very excited when he saw the word 'country'.

Ye Feng's face was full of red. Ye Cheng's word 'country' gave him too many surprises. He never thought that his grandson could have such calligraphy skills.

"Haha, there are some things you can't envy!" Ye Feng laughed loudly, looking at Ye Cheng's eyes, he became more and more satisfied.

Wang Guoao said: "If I see this word, give it to me. My name happens to have the word '国' in it, which suits me just right!"

"Take it if you like it!" Ye Feng waved his hand.

Wang Guoao carefully rolled up the rice paper, wrapped it in silk like a treasure, and put it in the bag.

Ye Zhiyuan and Ye Ying were dumbfounded, Ye Lin hadn't spoken a word, and now she was staring at Ye Cheng in surprise, as if she didn't know the person in front of her at all.

Wang Guoao clearly marked the price for each word, worth 1 RMB. Even Wang Guoao thinks that Ye Cheng's handwriting is good, so how good is it?It's a pity that the word 'country' has been put away by Wang Guoao, and they have no chance to see it.

"Old Ye, today I made the decision to accept your grandson for the Huaxia Calligraphy Association. With his calligraphy skills, even if he goes in to be an honorary vice president, it is more than enough!" Wang Guo laughed proudly.

Ye Feng was very moved. He himself was just a group leader in the Calligraphy Association, so his grandson could go in and be the honorary vice president?

If he hadn't witnessed Ye Cheng's words with his own eyes, Ye Feng would have thought that Wang Guoao was deliberately flattering him, but after seeing Ye Cheng's words, he also believed that Ye Cheng had this strength.

"It depends on what he wants." Ye Feng glanced at Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng is not interested in joining any calligraphy association, his purpose is not here, he casually made an excuse and said: "Grandpa, I will take the college entrance examination next year, so I don't want to be distracted by other things."

"Well, you're right." Ye Feng nodded slightly when he heard that.

Wang Guo smiled and said: "It's okay, after you finish the college entrance examination, you should have time to go to university. If you want to join the Calligraphy Association, come to me anytime, and I promise to be your referrer!"

At this time, Wang Xuelan walked into the living room wearing an apron, and said with a smile, "What's so happy about it? The food is ready, it's time to eat."

"I'm talking about your good son!" Ye Feng was in a good mood.

Tang Xuelan looked at the people present suspiciously, not understanding what happened in her heart, so she could only turn her questioning gaze to Ye Cheng, but Ye Cheng didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, which made Tang Xuelan even more depressed.

'What's the matter, you must ask Cheng'er carefully later! ' Tang Xuelan thought secretly.

(End of this chapter)