Best little divine farmer

"Well, better than one."

"More than one."

The crowd of onlookers roared one after another, not that they were optimistic about Tang Yifan, but that they could see the fun.

"Well, if you want to lose face, you can lose yourself to your home. What if you lose?" The man snorted coldly.

"You said Tang Yifan said lightly.

"OK, hang a sign around your neck, which says," I'm paranoid. "You can't walk for half an hour."

"Xiao Li..." the old man called out.

"Well, if you lose, it's the same. It says," I'm a dog with a low opinion. "It's the same for half an hour." Tang Yifan said calmly. I didn't take it seriously at all.

The boy before the old man met was so arrogant that he didn't stop his apprentice any more. He thought it would be better to teach the arrogant young man a lesson.

Here is the exhibition site, and there is also ink beside it, so that calligraphy lovers can write on the spot.

You don't have to tell me. A good person immediately sent the pen and ink.

"Bring the table here." Someone yelled.

"No Tang Yifan stopped and took over the pen and paper.

"Come on, brother." Tang Yitian said with a confident smile.

"Come on, brother Yifan." Qixi rain with a nervous look, refuelling.

She didn't read Tang Yifan's handwriting, so naturally she didn't know his level. However, the calligraphy on display in front of her felt very beautiful from the point of view of a layman. She didn't know if her brother could beat this person's handwriting. Qi Xiyu secretly prayed that his brother would win, and she didn't want his brother to lose.

"Nothing." Tang Yifan gave them a confident smile.

Then throw up the white paper, the whole piece of white paper seems to have something fixed, standing straight, white paper to a certain height, slowly falling.

Tang Yifan took the brush which had been stained with ink and waved it to the falling white paper.

"Shua Shua" the sound of brush and white paper rubbing.

I saw Tang Yifan quick hand, elegant figure, the hands of the brush as if dancing in the snow.

At the moment when the end of the white paper was about to land, Tang Yifan collected the pen and grabbed the white paper in his hand.

All in one go!

"Good."

"Regardless of calligraphy, I give full marks for the posture."

There was a brief moment of consternation among the onlookers, and then they all called for help.

Just now, people were still confused. This man didn't want to write on his desk. I didn't expect that other people had their own way of writing. It was too bad!

"How elegant and handsome." There were also female compatriots in the crowd. Naturally, all the eyes of the flower maniac turned to Tang Yifan.

"Brother Yifan is very powerful." Qi Xiyu's eyes are full of little stars.

"That's right. My brother is very powerful." Tang Yitian felt that this praise made her happy more than praise.

"Hum, there are so many flowery people who have the ability to take out the words for everyone to see." Li Yong was shocked by Tang Yifan's tactics, but he would not praise his opponent.

The white haired old man's eyes are full of eagerness, and his heart is even more shocked. He can't see the originality of this technique with his eyesight.

The artistic beauty of calligraphy comes from the beauty of typeface, and the beauty of typeface comes from the beauty of posture in calligraphy. Just imagine, a person with crooked writing posture, do you expect him to write good calligraphy? This is definitely not possible.

He doesn't have to look at it. The calligraphy is not easy. Of course, compared with himself, he still believes that he is better than others. After all, the man in front of him is too young. Calligraphy also needs time to accumulate and precipitate.

"Yes, a horse or a mule."

"Take it out and show it to us."

"Hee hee, even if the writing is not good-looking, I support you." A group of girls said with a crazy face.

"I don't think it's too bad to write in such a posture." A knowledgeable voice said.

However, he did not say that Tang Yifan's calligraphy would surpass Chang Qingshan's. after all, Chang's position is there. As a young man, Tang Yifan is hard to believe that his calligraphy will surpass Chang Qingshan's.

"Well, I hope you are fair and just." Tang Yifan didn't worry that these people would take sides with the young man. After all, they all know a little about calligraphy, so they can see the pros and cons.

As Tang Yifan said, he unfolded the white paper, on which he saw six big words: "I'm a dog's eye and I'm a man's eye.".

When the young man saw the words on the white paper, he almost vomited blood. He broke out and said, "it's like shit, and he has a face to take out. Hang up the sign quickly."

To his surprise, his voice fell to the ground without any response from the people around him, even without a trace of noise. All they saw were staring at the calligraphy, and their faces were full of shock.

Why? The young man was puzzled and looked at the calligraphy in a hurry.

The young man looked at it carefully. It didn't matter. His pupils contracted suddenly. He stared at the calligraphy and exclaimed, "how can it be?"

The crowd was pulled back to reality by the young man's exclamation and looked at the young man jokingly.

"I'm convinced of that." Someone said.

"Although Chang Lao's handwriting has reached the level of perfection, I have to say that this young man's handwriting has reached the level of entering the mirror. I'm afraid Chang Lao is still one grade away from him." Said an old man in his sixties.

The rest of the people mostly hold this view. Even those who don't know much about calligraphy also praise Tang Yifan's handwriting. The female onlookers did not hesitate to vote for Tang Yifan.

"You nonsense..." young man red face, stem neck, mouth hard way.

"Ah, this guy, he doesn't admit it."

"That is, if you can't afford to lose, don't be shameful."

"Ha ha, let's start to default."

The crowd of onlookers supported Tang Yifan. Naturally, Tang Yitian and Qi Xiyu were not idle. They all supported their brother Yifan.

"You... You don't know how to appreciate it. My teacher is a great master in the field of Chinese calligraphy. How can a small farmer compare with him?" Li Yong blushed and insisted.

"I'm not as good as him."

Just as the two sides were arguing, a clear voice sounded. Although the voice was not loud, the people still looked at the inconspicuous old man in the crowd. They all had some doubts in their eyes. I don't know why he said so.

"Teacher."

The young man exclaimed in shock. Although he also saw that the calligraphy was unusual, his teacher admitted that his handwriting was inferior to others, which shattered his last hope.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Chang Qingshan. This is my student Li Yong. I'd like to make you laugh. Although Chang doesn't want to admit it, I have to say that the brother just analyzed it very well. My calligraphy is still a little bit worse than him. We are convinced to lose." Chang Qingshan arch hand, a face frankly said.

There was not too much anger.

"Wow, that's Chang Lao."

"I didn't expect to see Chang himself. I'm so happy."

Soon a group of people gathered around Chang Qingshan. No matter what, Chang Qingshan has been famous for a long time. Most of them are admirers here. Many people are his fans. Although his calligraphy is inferior to others, it does not affect his position in everyone's mind.

Seeing this scene, Tang Yifan shook his head with a bitter smile. This is the gap. If you have strength, you need fame, otherwise you will lose in a mess.

He believes that if Chang Qingshan stands up at the beginning to show his identity, it is likely that the result of this victory will be rewritten, which is the celebrity effect.

Tang Yifan takes his younger sister Tang Yitian and Qi Xiyu to leave together. He admires Chang's character and naturally won't pursue the meaning of his students.