City: 100 Million Found in the Wall at the Beginning

　　Want to find a place back?

　　Why give you face?

　　"No," Shen Zhuo said with a smile: "If you ask me to write, I will write it? Who are you?"

　　The old man in Tang suit is very good at nourishing his qi. Shen Zhuo is so rude, he still doesn't get angry, he smiled and said, "Hehe, the old man's name is Liu Changqing, I don't know if you have heard my name, young man."

　　"I haven't heard of it." Shen Zhuo shook his head without hesitation.

　　"He is the president of the Zhonghai Calligraphy Association." Chu Rao explained in a low voice with a blushing face.

　　Chu Rao almost regretted it to death. Just now, she claimed that Shen Zhuo liked calligraphy, but now it's good, it's like digging a big hole for Shen Zhuo.

Chapter 41 Is What You Write Also Called Words? (1)

　　"President," in order not to let these people continue to embarrass Shen Zhuo, Chu Rao had to bite the bullet and lie: "It's like this, Shen Zhuo just likes calligraphy, as for calligraphy, he hasn't practiced much, so he doesn't need to write. ?"

　　When Chu Rao spoke, the sarcasm resumed,

　　"Chu Rao, why are you still obsessed, this kid is a liar!"

　　"He can calligraphy? Haha, I'm afraid I don't even know how to hold a brush!"

　　"Hey, today we are competing with such a stunned young man. If it spreads out, our Calligraphy Association will lose all face!"

　　"It's so embarrassing that we dare to say that our handwriting is crooked and lose face, and I have to teach this arrogant boy a lesson and let him know what calligraphy is!"

　　……

　　"Haha," Liu Changqing smiled when the surrounding noise subsided, "Young man, man, you have to be brave and let a girl stand in front of you, isn't it right, just write a few words, we don't Eating people, you should have the guts, right?"

　　"President..." Chu Rao's face flushed with urgency, and just as she was about to continue to persuade Liu Changqing not to embarrass Shen Zhuo, Shen Zhuo patted her on the shoulder just after she said the words.

　　"Old Chu, you've done your best, and you've said it for the sake of it. They still have to show their faces and force me to fight. You say I have any way to do it, forget it, make it difficult!"

　　"Hehe, shameless!"

　　"Young people today, you can't do anything but brag!"

　　"The dead duck is on the shelves, and the mouth is hard!"

　　"I want to see what he can write!"

　　"Shen Zhuo, don't be impulsive," Chu Rao grabbed Shen Zhuo's arm, glanced at Liu Changqing and the others, and said in a low voice, "They are all real calligraphy masters, you can't compare to them, you Don't worry, leave it to me..."

　　"It's okay, just a bunch of frogs at the bottom of the well." Freeing Chu Rao's hand, Shen Zhuo walked towards the long table.

　　"You... ah!" Chu Rao stomped and followed closely.

　　Shen Zhuo walked to the long table and saw a running script with wet ink on it, "Who wrote this?"

　　Dong Tiancheng looked smug: "I wrote it, Master Shen, can it still catch your eye?"

　　Shen Zhuo shook his head: "Trash!" Pick it up and throw it aside.

　　"Boy, how dare you..." Dong Tiancheng saw that Shen Zhuo had called his proud work a rubbish, and almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. In his rage, he pointed at Shen Zhuo and was speechless for a while.

　　"Too crazy!"

　　"Vice President Dong's calligraphy is a masterpiece even in the whole country. He actually said it was garbage. Does he know what calligraphy is?"

　　"Don't say anything, let's see what words he can write!"

　　"Dare to come up, isn't this class door getting an axe, it's just a shame!"

　　……

　　Facing everyone's ridicule, Shen Zhuo didn't get angry at all, he smiled and said, "It's just trash, so let's not let people say, you so-called calligraphers have such a little air, you can't tolerate a little criticism?"

　　"It's too narrow-minded, no wonder it can draw four dissimilarities than a gourd and a scoop." Speaking of which, Shen Zhuo looked up at Dong Tiancheng, whose face was ashen, "Today, I'll teach you how to write running script..."

　　After finishing speaking, Shen Zhuo took a piece of rice paper from the table, picked up the brush resting on the inkstone and dipped it in ink. He was about to write, then stopped, and smiled at Dong Tiancheng: "It happened that I just made a song in the past two days. Poetry, just give it to you!"

　　"You..." "Don't talk!" Being humiliated by Shen Zhuo again and again, Dong Tiancheng was about to get angry, but Liu Changqing stopped him in a hurry, telling him not to say anything.

　　At this time, Liu Changqing's eyes looking at Shen Zhuo had long since lost the previous disdain, and were full of astonishment. How could this kid make gestures?

　　How can it be?

　　As soon as Shen Zhuo held the brush, he felt as if something had been moved in the back of his mind, twisting it horizontally and vertically...

　　In just an instant, the gestures and brush intentions that only a master-level calligrapher could comprehend were clearly presented in Shen Zhuo's mind.

　　Shen Zhuo raised the pen, although he still looked like a condescending man on the surface, but the majestic gesture showed from the tip of the pen.

　　Damn, what's going on?

　　Except for Chu Rao, the people present were all people who had been immersed in calligraphy for decades. Even if they had never eaten pork, they had seen a pig run. As soon as Shen Zhuo's gesture came out, in an instant, there was something that made them look up. illusion.

　　This hallucination only appeared for a very short time, and then returned to normal.

　　Just when everyone was horrified by the strong gesture emanating from the tip of Shen Zhuo's pen, Shen Zhuo suddenly wrote,

　　The pen walks the dragon and snake, the intention is to be the first, and the front is free!

　　A seven-character poem is completed in one go, and the momentum is like a broken bamboo, spreading a thousand miles!

　　Anyone who has made great achievements in calligraphy will swallow mountains and rivers wherever the brush strokes go, and stay silent wherever the brush strokes are not!

　　Shen Xian has undoubtedly achieved this, and he actually wrote the cursive style in a cursive manner.

　　Among these people, Liu Changqing has the deepest knowledge of calligraphy, so when Shen Zhuo just picked up the pen, his mouth opened wide, and he didn't close it until Shen Zhuo finished writing.

　　quiet,

　　Deathly silence!

　　Everyone looked at Shen Zhuo as if they were looking at a monster!

　　.

Chapter 42 This, how is this possible! (2)

　　This line of writing is so good that it can already be comparable to Dong Tiancheng. How old is he, no wonder he is so arrogant!

　　At this time, Dong Tiancheng stared at a few poems written by Shen Zhuo, his face was blue and white, and he almost vomited blood!

　　This damn little bastard is so vicious!

　　This poem written by Shen Zhuo is called Yongzhen.

　　A thousand hammers and a needle,

　　Upside down and upside down.

　　Eyes grow on the leather strands,

　　It only recognizes clothes, not people!

　　"Pfft..." Chu Rao couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands, her face flushed red, this Shen Zhuo was too bad.

　　At this time, other people also turned their attention from themselves to this poem, and their expressions changed greatly.

　　"This kid is so crazy!"

　　"Writing well, it's no use without education!"

　　"I think there is still a big gap between his words and Vice President Dong!"

　　"If you don't keep morals in your mouth, that's what you will achieve in this life!"

　　"Words are nothing more than that!"

　　These people have limited knowledge of calligraphy, so naturally they cannot recognize that Shen Zhuo's calligraphy has reached the realm of returning to the basics.

　　"Sure enough, it's a frog at the bottom of a well!" Shen Zhuo pouted, turned and walked out, saying as he walked, "Old Chu, if you can't go, wait for the rain if you don't go!"

　　Chu Rao, who was staring at Shen Zhuo's words in a daze, was stunned, "What kind of rain?"

　　"You'll know in a while!" After speaking, Shen Zhuola opened the door and left the inner hall.

　　"Teachers, that, I'm sorry, I'll go first!" Chu Rao bowed at Liu Changqing and the others, turned and chased after Shen Zhuo.

　　"It's still raining in the hall? This is a lunatic!" someone muttered.

　　"Who said no, nonsense? It's not!"

　　"No, President, why are you still staring at his words? I feel that at best, it can only be considered a good writing. There is still a lot of gap between Vice President Dong's!"

　　"Yeah, just this word, he is crazy, and those who don't know it think he is a master of calligraphy!"

　　"He is indeed a master!" Liu Changqing said in a trembling voice, his eyes still not taking an inch from the word on the table.

　　"what?"

　　"Master? Just him?"

　　"how is this possible!"

　　"It's rare to hear the president make a joke!"

　　"I'm not joking!" Liu Changqing interrupted the crowd loudly, looking up at Dong Tiancheng and the others with a frenzied expression: "I know you don't believe it, come and see!"

　　After finishing speaking, I took a pair of scissors, cut off a corner of the rice paper that Shen Zhuo was writing on, and then took a watering can and sprayed the rice paper into a moist state.

　　After waiting for a while, I carefully ground a burr from the corner of the newly cut rice paper, gently lifted it with my fingernails, and slowly uncovered it.

　　This kind of rice paper, if done properly, can open seven layers.

　　Liu Changqing opened the first layer with great care, then gently put it aside, pointed to the second layer of rice paper and said, "Look!"

　　I saw that the ink on the second layer of rice paper was as clear as new, and it was no different from the first layer!

　　"This..." The expressions of Dong Tiancheng and the others finally became solemn. Although they could also do this, the ink marks were much lighter than the first layer.

　　Immediately after the third layer, the ink is still full,

　　Dong Tiancheng and others began to look unnatural,

　　The third layer of ink is still as new. This is a level that can only be achieved by calligraphy masters. Only Liu Changqing can do it at the scene.

　　Could it be that this kid has reached the master level?

　　How can this be?