Rebirth of distinctive young master

Old Chen and many old men gathered around him.

The others naturally followed.

Some other people didn't pay attention to this area before, but now there is so much activity here, so naturally they have gathered around.

For a while, Yu Bing was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

With a smile, old Chen patted Yu Bing, who was playing with the brush.

"Boy, I'll see where you're going this time!"

Yu Bing glanced at him.

"Which eye did you see me running away?"

"Oh, smelly boy, you are so arrogant. Look around and see if there are people with big fists? Do you believe that I can beat you up? "

Yu Bing looked around and shook his head.

"I don't believe it."

"Let's not say that his big fists are not necessarily more useful than mine. Just say that you stand so close... I'll make people into paper."

"You, this is a dead duck with a stiff tongue!"

Old Chen said angrily.

Lao Jiang, the man with a big back, said, "well, Lao Chen, let's see how he makes us admit to rubbish!"

"That's it." Lao Zhang said angrily: "just see what he can write. He said our words are bullshit. Don't write worse than bullshit!"

"Then don't blame us for bullying the younger with the older."

Several people's words caused a commotion among the people behind them.

Although people dare not crowd around them, but the distance is not far, they can hear clearly.

Some people tell us about the events on the mountain. In less than two minutes, everyone knows.

There was an uproar in the small square.

"Just this kid scolding them? Damn it, I'll kill him

"He also said that Jiang Lao's words are bullshit? His grandmother, don't let me see him anywhere else

"I don't know the height of heaven and earth!"

"What's the matter? This little boy still writes calligraphy? Don't insult calligraphy. "

"Maybe I want to be famous, I want to be crazy, on purpose."

"This kind of person is the most hateful."

"The world is changing with each passing day. Today's young people, ah..."

Despise, glare, scold, reproach, curiosity, reproach, disdain, excitement... Life is full of different attitudes, but most of them are blaming Yu Bing. Some people are ready to teach Yu Bing a lesson.

If it wasn't for Chen Laojiang and others, it's estimated that Yu Bing would have been attacked by a real group.

However, even if no one started, old Chen, standing beside the soldiers, was cold and uncomfortable.

This is probably the feeling of the so-called thousands of people dying without illness.

But when you look at Yu Bing again, he is sharpening his ink, as if he knows nothing about the things around him.

Some people can't help secretly scolding Yu Bing for pretending.

They don't have the self-restraint of old Chen and others. They don't believe that Yu Bing can write any good words.

This idea is actually the idea of most people.

Yu Bing, who is less than 20 years old, can write any good characters. Even if he started to write from an early age, he is at most the grandson of several famous calligraphers.

Such people dare to scold the master? I don't know the heaven is high and the earth is thick. It's light to beat him.

Lao Chen is very satisfied with the performance of the people.

As for Yu Bing, he didn't really want to do anything, but he must have taught him a profound lesson.

He turned to look at Jiang Zhongwu, but found that Jiang Zhongwu's expression was wrong.

The anger on Jiang Zhongwu's face is much less, but more serious.

"What's the matter, Lao Jiang?" Old Chen doubts a way.

Jiang Zhongwu looked at Yu Bing but didn't look at him. He said, "Lao Chen, maybe we've lost our sight this time."

Old Chen turned his head and looked at Yu Bing.

Yu Bing is still grinding.

But when Lao Chen looks at Yu Bing, who is not in a hurry, serious and focused with a trace of charm, he suddenly has a very absurd idea in his mind.

"It's impossible, isn't it?"

He looked at Lao Zhang as if he were trying to prove it.

Zhang Xun is the oldest, the most stubborn and the most disciplined one among them. At this time, he also has a serious expression.

"The breath is steady, not anxious, not dry, and the mind is peaceful. If there is no wind in the deep pool, it is not moved by foreign things. Is this state of mind... Is it a fixed state?" Zhang Xun felt incredible.

"No, it's not settled." Wu Shen in the middle of the river said in a voice: "beyond the fixed state, this is the happy state!"

The others took a breath.

It's a state of mind for a calligrapher. The youngest one in the country is nearly 50 years old. How old is the boy in front of you?

Nineteen? Twenty?

Xiao Sun can't believe it. He's 30 years old. His calligraphy mood is just a state of mind. It's far from the fixed mood. Of course, his main occupation is not calligraphy.

However, he saw that Jiang Zhongwu's disciples also had a look of hell, and his heart immediately balanced a lot.

Yu Bing left his mouth without any trace.

What the hell is it? Just write a word and talk like Xiuxian. What a group of psychoses!

We just pretend that we can't hear those ugly words, so many people can't scold them one by one.

However, we should pay more attention to the use of ink in calligraphy, otherwise the white and black characters will be too layman.

Time is slowly flowing away in the grinding, and the voices of the onlookers are gradually disappearing.

No one scolded at all.

Yu Bing breathed and put down the ink bar in his hand.

After wiping his hand, Yu Bing picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and waved it down on rice paper.

For a moment, old Chen, old Jiang, old Zhang and others were wide eyed.

When the soldiers picked up the pen, they felt a momentum rising on the soldiers, such as mountains, such as mountains, such as to see the waves in front of them one meter into the sky more than ten meters.

At the moment when Yu Bing wrote Xuan paper, people who didn't know much about calligraphy were shocked.

They seem to see an ink dragon rising up into the sky.

Dragon pan and Phoenix Zhu, dragon Xiang and Phoenix Yue, dragon jump and tiger lie, dragon fly and phoenix dance.

Adjectives came out of their heads, but they didn't seem to be able to describe them completely.

They gradually became obsessed with it. Gradually attracted by every word Yu Bing wrote, there was nothing else in his heart.

After writing a pair of words, Yu Bing received the brush and waved it smartly. The brush flew to the penholder like wings. Yu Bing is satisfied with his hand.

But when he looked up, he was silly.

All the people in the square were staring at the words he wrote without turning their eyes, as if they had become statues one by one. If there were no breathing, the square would be as quiet as no one.

Yu Bing's back was in a cold sweat.

It seems that he may have made a big deal again.

If these people change their life path by themselves... Yu Bing feels that his brain is going to explode. He doesn't dare to think about it any more.

What should I do?

Run! Anyway, these people don't know him!

Yu Bing crept through the human walls one by one, scared in cold sweat one after another, for fear of waking up one person, and finally walked out of the crowd.

He didn't dare to turn back and run away.

After a long time, Jiang Zhongwu breathed and woke up.

"Good! Good word! A masterpiece of the world

He could not help roaring out what he had been holding back.

Others wake up when he yells at them.

"The masterpiece of the world!"

"It's really a good word! Never seen a good word

"Husband."

"Ah, what's the matter?"

"I just had a dream. I saw the dragon."

"Wife, I seem to have seen it too. When our son is born, it's called Xiao Long."

"This is calligraphy. It's so touching. Wuwuwuwu..."

"I feel like I don't dare to take a brush anymore."

"Yes, me too. Oh, my God, is that true? It's frightening

Lao Chen, Lao Jiang, Lao Zhang and others feel fever on their faces. Compared with the words of soldiers, their words are really bullshit. No, they are worse than bullshit.

Face slapping, face slapping.

However, if you can see this word today, it's worth beating your face.

How can this boy be trained to write like this when he is only in his teens? It's impossible for him to practice from the womb.

"Well, where's the boy?" Lao Chen didn't see Yu Bing's cry.

Jiang Zhongwu and others reacted to this. They found Yu Bing again and did not see anyone.

After a while of searching, they finally came to the conclusion that the boy ran away!

"Run away." The old Chen atmosphere way, he secretly congratulated, thanks to this boy ran away, otherwise when so many people apologize, this old face really can't let go.

"Let's see what he wrote."

In a word, Jiang Zhongwu and others whooped around to the edge of the book case, each with a solemn look and a pilgrimage like solemnity.

Old Chen: "quick... Quick use... Double truncation stick, huh? Huh? Huh? "Hey?"

Lao Chen's face was full of confusion.

Lao Liu: "use the double truncation stick quickly, hum, ha..."

Lao Li: "who is practicing Taiji

Jiang Zhongwu: "if I have the lightness skill to fly on the eaves and walk on the wall?"

Lao Zhang: "honest and unyielding, upright... Hum?"

Huh? It's not easy. It's easy! Hum, hum, hum

The whole crowd was in a complete mess. There was no wind at all.

Word is a good word, absolutely good word, but this content... Everyone raised the idea of beating Yu Bing severely.

With a turn of his eyes, Lao Chen quickly rolled up the "double truncation stick" in his arms.

"My little granddaughter is a policeman. Handwriting research is her major. I asked her to find someone!"

Then Lao Chen turned and left.

Jiang Zhongwu's reaction is that old Chen wants to be greedy for ink. He quickly catches up with him.

"Lao Chen, you are not authentic!"

Other old men responded and chased him one after another.

People were stunned to see a group of old men walking fast!