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Chapter 69 I Said What You Wrote Is Rubbish
Chinese calligraphy, but that's it? !

Everyone present was furious!

This islander is too rampant!
Who doesn't know that you islanders have plagiarized Chinese culture since ancient times.

Even in the current island language, there are still many Chinese characters, and if you make a little change, you can say that you created it yourself!

Such a shameless nation can still say that Chinese calligraphy is not as good as them, it really makes people laugh!

Someone even started shouting loudly below.

"Idiot! Little devil, what the hell are you talking about! Say it again if you have the guts!"

"Huaxia calligraphy is nothing more than that? You are just a toad all the time, what kind of little jeep are you pretending to be here!"

"What do you know! Looking at the sky from a well, do you really think that your island country is full of talents!?"

The entire venue was in chaos, and even the leaders on the stage were shocked.

what happened?

How could an international friend actually say such a thing?

If these words are spread in the future, won't they be laughed at by the Jinmen Historical and Cultural Exchange Society and become the laughing stock of the whole of China?
I'm afraid all Huaxia people will call themselves stupid as pigs!

What kind of historical and cultural exchange conference is going on? I'm so stupid!

Invite an international friend who actually despises the entire Chinese calligraphy culture in front of everyone. As the organizer of the cultural exchange meeting, they still have the face to face others!
Tian Zhenhai's face turned livid, and he didn't expect such a thing to happen!

Stepping forward quickly, he questioned Muraki Jiro, "Mr. Muraki, it's a bit exaggerated for you to say that. Chinese culture has a long history, but you guys can speculate on your own. Don't be arrogant."

"Yelang is arrogant because you Chinese people, who stick to this splendid civilization for 5000 years, can only write calligraphy like this. I feel ashamed for you. Even foreigners like us are more proficient in calligraphy than you. Don't you hurry up?" Are you ashamed??"

Muraki Jiro suddenly spoke fluent Mandarin, which shocked everyone.

In the seat, Su Zhao was also so angry that his face was livid and his eyes were spitting fire.

You are an islander, what are you talking about here!
Mr. Xie next to him also had a very bad face, and whispered: "What the hell is this Tian Zhenhai doing?? Such a thing happened, this time it is a big embarrassment!"

Tian Zhenhai laughed back angrily, "Hehe, you are better than us? What a joke! Do you know that Li Shibai insisted on writing calligraphy for two hours every day for more than ten years, and only then did he have a little achievement now, but what about you? What about you? That is to say, in his twenties, even if he practiced calligraphy since he was a child, he still can't reach Li Shibai's current level! Besides, you are here to learn about cultural exchange, isn't it a bit bad to point fingers like this?"

Hearing this, Muraki Jiro smiled.

"President Tian, ​​I think you made a mistake! I came here to study cultural exchange, but this is a respect for the strong. Now I feel that your strength is not as good as mine, so there is no need to learn from you. This is contempt for the weak , Oh, by the way, contempt, is a derogatory term in Chinese, I should use contempt."

"Since you don't believe it, let me show you what real calligraphy is."

As he said that, Muraki Jiro clapped his hands, and the accompanying assistant hurriedly presented a brush with both hands.

Taking the writing brush, Muraki Jiro looked at Tian Zhenhai with a smile, "Master President, would you mind giving me a table?"

Tian Zhenhai pondered for a while, stared at Muraki Jiro for a while, and then signaled the staff to move over a table.

After the table was set, Muraki Jiro's assistant hurriedly took out some rice paper and spread it on the table, and pressed it with paper, and placed an inkstone on the right side.

Finally, the assistant took out an ink stick from the bag.

Su Zhao, who just learned calligraphy skills, naturally also knows a lot about the Four Treasures of the Study.

Assistant Muraki Jiro took a piece of Hui ink. Although it is not a treasure, it is rare and valuable.

On the right is the Duanxi Inkstone, which is brown-red in color and has clear lines from a distance. The sound on the table is heavy, and it seems to be a treasure.

What surprised Su Zhao even more was Jiro Muraki's writing brush.

A real wolf pen!

Langhao brush, as the name suggests, is made of "wolf hair", which is made from the tail tip of the northern weasel, which is very rare.

In recent years, due to the protection of wild animals and the factors of global warming, wild weasels have become increasingly difficult to see, leading to higher prices of wolf pens.

In Muraki Jiro's hand is a real Langhao brush, the color is yellow with red, the roots are erect, the waist is thick, the root is slightly thinner, it is definitely a pure Langhao brush, and it is very valuable.

The assistant was grinding ink at the table, and Muraki Jiro stood in front of the table with his eyes closed.

A few minutes later, the assistant finished Mo Yan and said softly.

Muraki Jiro suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the brush, and began to write on the rice paper like a flying phoenix.

Flowing clouds and water, in one go!
Muraki Jiro put down the brush, seemed very satisfied, smiled slightly, turned his head to his assistant and said: "Pick up this calligraphy and show them."

The assistant nodded, stepped forward to remove the paperweight, picked up the writing with both hands, and faced the audience!

"what!"

The audience exclaimed.

The leaders on the stage also frowned and didn't say a word.

Old Xie was even more astonished, and exclaimed: "It's rare to have such accomplishments at such a young age."

On the rice paper, there are four big characters!

No. [-] in the world!

A rampant and domineering air rushed towards the face, sweeping the entire venue.

Su Zhao could see at a glance the difference between Li Shibai and Muraki Jiro.

Compared with Li Shibai, Muraki Jiro is at least one realm higher than the former.

The two cannot be compared in the same breath!

Li Shibai's calligraphy is strong, and it is obvious that he is copying the works of famous masters recently, and he has not completely shaken off that bondage.

And Muraki Jiro's calligraphy has just become its own style, and it looks a little immature, but it is also its own style.

From this point of view alone, Li Shibai's calligraphy is much lower than Muraki Jiro's.

The people present are engaged in historical and cultural research, often come into contact with ancient calligraphy and painting, and still have the most basic appreciation ability.

Everyone saw Muraki Jiro's brilliance at a glance, and they couldn't help lowering their heads and sighing.

Li Shibai was beaten so badly by others that he was most proud of his calligraphy, he almost found a corner and hanged himself.

People who are almost 50 years old, being belittled in public like this, no one would have the face to live on.

Tian Zhenhai, as the president of the Historical Writers Research Association, is naturally proficient in calligraphy and painting. Although he has a bad complexion, he can't open his eyes and talk nonsense, and shamelessly say that the other party's calligraphy is not good.

"How about it? President Tian, ​​my words can still catch your eyes."

Muraki Jiro asked with a smile, full of pride on his face.

Even Mr. Xie nodded secretly, and said in a low voice: "This Muraki Jiro has a good talent in calligraphy, and Li Shibai is not as good as others."

On the stage, none of the leaders spoke, and the scene was unusually quiet.

Seeing that many leaders and scholars were silent, the people in the audience immediately understood the reason and discussed it one after another.

Muraki Jiro was on the stage, glanced down, and said loudly: "Now you know why I said that, your calligraphy is not good, and there will be no one in China if this continues!"

Such blatant contempt made everyone feel uncomfortable and disgusted as if swallowing a fly.

"Hehe, Yelang is arrogant!"

I don't know where to make my voice, which seems very abrupt in the silent venue.

People followed the prestige and found that the person who spoke was sitting next to Mr. Xie.

It turned out to be that unremarkable young man.

Mr. Xie opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that it was already too late.

Su Zhao stood up!

Damn!

In Huaxia, things that can still make you alone, neither human nor ghost, are rampant and proud!

Muraki Jiro stared sideways at Su Zhao, "May I ask this gentleman, what advice can you give me on calligraphy?"

Su Zhao has such a temperament, if a domestic person said so, he would never interrupt.

My own person.

Where there is competition, there is development!
And what's the matter with you, an islander, who comes here and chatters?

Do you really look down on our Huaxia and think that there is no one in Huaxia?
Su Zhao, who has always been an angry youth, couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and blurted out what he just said.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he smiled and said word by word: "I said you are arrogant, and what you write is rubbish!"

(End of this chapter)