Xiao Huanxi: I Broke God's Forbidden Zone

Tao Cheng said lightly, while speaking, his fingers were still sliding in front of him.

"Rude? When have I been rude to you?" Zheng Guowei replied speechlessly.

To be honest, at this time, Zheng Guowei felt a little wronged in his heart.

It is obvious that you have been running on me, Uncle Zheng Guowei, since I appeared until now?

Say I'm being rude to you?

How funny!

Dare I?

Zheng Guowei's small grievance did not let Tao Cheng take it seriously at all.

It can be seen from Uncle Zheng's facial expression just now that when he smiled, the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a [-]-degree oblique downward visual angle.

The flesh on his cheeks has a stiffness of [-]%, all of which proves that his compliment to me just now was not sincere, but a false statement. "

"If that's the case, why can't I say it's a hypocritical approach? I prefer to be truthful than hypocritical praise."

"`∥ Could such a move be considered ritual? Hypocritical ritual is not ritual.'

Zheng Guowei and others:…

【Ding, received from... 】

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At the same time that the three system prompts sounded in Tao Cheng's mind, the three of them felt quite astonished.

Zheng Guowei gave an embarrassed wry smile, and quickly changed the subject. He rubbed his face, "Is this a micro-expression again?"

Zheng Guowei was a little stunned.

Tao Cheng just glanced at himself...

Even if you can see the tilt angle of your own vision from the micro-expression, how can you see the stiffness of your facial muscles?

Could it be that these sculpted eyes are still tight computing instruments?

Tao Cheng nodded calmly, "Uncle Zheng Guowei, congratulations for finally answering correctly once."

Zheng Guowei felt that sooner or later he would be mad at this kid.

What does it mean to finally get it right once? (Good King)

Could it be that a dignified international calligraphy master like me came to your house just to be suppressed by you?

"you……"

Zheng Guowei was about to speak at this time, but Tao Cheng put down his fingers that were constantly moving, and said lightly:

"All right."

"Okay? Did you practice... practice calligraphy?"

To be honest, when it comes to "practicing calligraphy", Zheng Guowei's expression is a little stunned.

Obviously, in his heart, he didn't even admit that Tao Cheng's actions had anything to do with "practicing calligraphy".

"Well, but I have to familiarize myself with the brush first, but don't worry, it won't take too long."

After all, using your fingers in the air is different from writing with a pen.

The length and weight of the pen barrel will affect the standardization of his writing.

Tao Cheng picked up the lake pen that had been placed on the table earlier.

Immediately afterwards, some data appeared in front of him. .

Chapter [-] A "big" character

"Lake Pen: Diameter 0.65cm, Outlet 2.5cm, Rod Length 18cm, Weight 50g, Wear Degree 0.5/10, Comprehensive Evaluation, This Lake Pen Is General, Probably Just For Use

Just a few times. "

After Tao Cheng weighed it in his hand, he slowly picked up the brush and stroked it in the air a few times before he nodded with satisfaction.

"How is it? Is it okay? If it is okay, then we have to appreciate it, our Tao Shen's masterpiece."

There was a smile on Zheng Guowei's face, no matter what, he didn't believe that Tao Cheng could learn the words on the copybook in such a short time, even if

At least one word is impossible.

He glanced at the test paper on the side, the dog crawling was very eye-catching.

To be honest, until now, Zheng Guowei still regards Tao Cheng's actions as a kind of childish trick.

Zheng Guowei gave a wry smile, and thought to himself, "Zheng Guowei, Zheng Guowei, you are also very promising, and you have been stubborn with a little kid, you are a country after all.

Master of international calligraphy, don't you even have to show your face? "

Although he thought so in his heart, Zheng Guowei still wanted to see the humiliating appearance of Tao Shen.

"The Duobao Pagoda Stele begins with 'The Datang Xijing Qianfu Temple Duobao Pagoda..." Tao Cheng 163 recited some of the contents of the inscription.

Tao Zhexuan and his wife were naturally a little confused. After all, they had never come into contact with this inscription, but Zheng Guowei often copied it.

mind.

He could be [-]% sure that what Tao Cheng was reciting now, not a single word fell.

"This kid's memory is really good, although this kid's character is a bit annoying, but... a genius, he always has a bit of a weird temper. It's really a bad idea to dig him into Qinghua.

wrong idea. "Zheng Guowei thought like this in his heart, of course, he did not show the slightest emotional change on the surface.

In fact, at this time, he didn't even dare to move his eyeballs, and tried his best to make his facial muscles look looser.

He was really frightened by Tao Cheng's "micro-expressions" that were magical.

"so……"

As Tao Cheng spoke, he picked up the calligraphy, dipped it in the ink, and slowly wrote the word "big".

Every stroke of Tao Cheng is very slow, as if he is slowly carving.

When I first saw the writing of this big character, Zheng Guowei's face was full of disdain, even ridicule.

After all, the word Tao Cheng was written too slowly. In his opinion, even if the word could be written well, the ink could be cracked due to this slow speed.

But soon his face became solemn.

He imagined that this situation did not happen, on the contrary, Tao Cheng's horizontal writing was exactly the same as that on the copybook.

Zheng Guowei is naturally impossible to know. Although Tao Cheng simply wrote a horizontal line, this horizontal line has undergone dozens of confidential calculations in Tao Cheng's brain. This kind of calculation

From the length and width of a horizontal line, as well as the length of the stroke, to the strength required to complete the length, width and stroke, as well as the fit of the ink on the rice paper.

Such calculations are tantamount to countless compact computers running at high speed at the same time.

Of course, being able to do this is also entirely due to his ability to control his muscles and the development of his brain now.

"This.... This is impossible." Zheng Guowei murmured in his heart, obviously surprised that Tao Cheng could write such a similar line.

Under his astonished gaze, Tao Cheng began to write again.

When the word "big" was completely presented in front of Zheng Guowei, Zheng Guowei was completely confused.

"Husband, how do you think the word "our son" is written?" Mother Tao couldn't help but asked curiously.

Tao Zhexuan scratched the back of his head, "I'm a dog crawling, you come and ask me? But I think our son's word is at least written well (cfei), I didn't expect that this stinky boy is now

How can you write such good words?I must have been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger before I saw this kid. "

Tao Zhexuan said these words, but he did not expect that his old friend gave her a fierce look.

"You fart, can this be called a good writing?" Zheng Guowei took a deep breath, "This is called very good, it is exactly the same as the copybook, and I don't have decades of knowledge here.

It is absolutely impossible to write like this. "

Zheng Guowei looked at Tao Cheng in shock, "You...are you sure you haven't practiced before? Is this the first time you've seen this copybook?"

Tao Cheng nodded impatiently, "Why are you lying to me? If it's the first time I'm going to replace it, otherwise, you think I'm full and want a copybook from you?"

But now it is obvious that Zheng Guowei is completely immersed in the shock and courage caused by the word "big", but he doesn't care about Tao Cheng's current words.

"It's unscientific. It's the first time to write. If you haven't practiced before, how can you write like this? It's almost exactly the same." Zheng Guowei seems to have discovered a world

Like the problem of sex, that brow was almost twisted into a pimple.

"If you really want to talk about practice, you can't actually say that you haven't practiced."

Tao Cheng suddenly said such a sentence at this time.

For Zheng Guowei, these words were like encountering a rope when he was drowning and rescued him from the water.

All the original problems have been completely sorted out.

He immediately slapped his thigh and said with a smile, "Right, I said it's impossible not to have contacted, if I'm not wrong, at least it's been in contact for more than ten years.

? ”

After saying this, Zheng Guowei turned around and glared at Tao Zhexuan fiercely, and said angrily, "Oh, you old Tao, how dare you lie to me that such ugly words were written by your son.

?A person who can copy the exact same words as Yan Zhenqing's copybook cannot write like this even with his eyes closed. "

Zheng Guowei is now completely living in his own world, living by "self-righteousness".

Tao Zhexuan was confused at this time.

He knows the situation of his own son best. How could his own son come into contact with this kind of copybook ten years ago, although his son's handwriting was better than that on the test paper.

Better, but not much.

How can the dog crawling become so beautiful inexplicably?

"Funny, there is definitely something tricky in here."