Wang Daochun snorted coldly and said: "No matter how poor your quality is, you are still better than a traitor. You are not welcome here!"
When Huang Yu heard this, his face suddenly darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Wang Daochun, don't grab the shit basin, I am not a traitor! To be precise, I am an internationalist, there are no borders in my heart, calligraphy There should be no national boundaries. It's because your vision is too narrow, not that I am too broad. In my heart, I am a perfect internationalist. I don't belong to China and I don't like China. I just happened to be born in China. .”
"Ugh..." A sound of retching suddenly sounded, interrupting Huang Yu's words.
Huang Yu frowned and looked around, seeing a young monk in the middle, holding the table and retching.
The old monk asked in a low voice: "Disciple, what's wrong? Aren't you always in good health? I haven't seen you vomiting since you were so old."
The young monk waved his hand and said, "Master, I'm afraid I'm going to die. It's the first time I've met such a shameless person. I'm so disgusted that I can't stand it anymore."
"Study is a teacher. When you see something disgusting, think of something beautiful." The old monk said.
Little monk: "No, if you want to be beautiful, the gap is too big, and it will be easier to vomit."
The old monk said: "Try thinking about shit."
"Hey... shit really works. It's just a little better than the one just now, not too big a difference." The little monk stopped vomiting.
Huang Yudao's face turned black as coal, and he said angrily: "Wang Daochun, do you accept such an unqualified person? Are you already so lonely?"
Wang Daochun shook his head and said, "I will accept anyone who is not a traitor. You can leave."
"You!" Huang Yu looked angry and held it in for a long time before saying, "You... are very good. People say that your calligraphy, Wang Daochun, is as unique as the Yangtze River. I would like to learn a lesson today."
Wang Daochun shook his head and said, "I'm not interested. I don't communicate with traitors."
"This is not communication, this is a challenge! I want to tell you with practical actions that your so-called calligraphy is nothing to mention!" Huang Yu said proudly.
At this moment, a woman on the side exclaimed: "Master, what are you doing? This is the master's pen, you can't use it... Hey... Stop it!"
Hearing this exclamation, Huang Yu and Wang Daochun both looked over subconsciously, and saw that the monk had picked up Wang Daochun's brush at some point, and regardless of the beautiful assistant's obstruction, he flicked his sleeves and started writing!
Wang Daochun frowned. Many calligraphers have some hobbies, such as cherishing their pens as much as their lives, or cherishing certain things so much that they don't like others to touch them. Wang Daochun's pen is his restricted area...
Huang Yu looked at it and laughed loudly: "A stinky beggar still wants to write and write? Is China already in such a state of decline?"
As a result, before he finished speaking, the monk waved his arm. The next moment, the pen seemed to come alive. The pen and ink were like a dragon, the paper was like the sea, the dragon returned to the sea, and there were thousands of things. A big character appeared on the paper, and everyone who saw it was stunned!
The most amazing thing is that Fangzheng's hands are flying and move like a dragon, but his body is as calm as an ancient bell or an old Buddha!
At that moment, everyone had the illusion that the person who wrote the book was not a person, but a Buddha! This Buddha is not writing, but drawing a dragon...
In just a few breaths, two lines of large characters appeared on the paper, and it was astonishingly - Castle Peak has the honor to bury loyal bones, and white iron innocents cast sycophants!
Two sentences, fourteen big characters, each stroke was like a sharp knife. Just one glance made Huang Yu's face turn red... What could he say, but what could he say? He laughed at someone for not being able to write, but the words he wrote looked like the trajectory of a dragon. The domineering nature between the lines made him have no courage to say anything against his conscience or to slander his poor handwriting.
What's more, there are so many colleagues here, who can't tell whether their handwriting is good or not? If he says anything now, it will be a slap in the face to himself.
But don’t you say it
These fourteen words were like fourteen knives, slashing at his body, each word was heartbreaking!
"Okay!" I don't know who was the first to shout out, followed by thunderous applause, and the scene was filled with cheers, one after another!
Wang Daochun originally had a somewhat unhappy face, but when he saw this word, he was so excited that he couldn't speak. It took him a long time to say two words: "Okay... okay..."
At this time, the little monk came to Huang Yu with a pen and said with a smile: "Don't you want to write? Just write, we will watch."
Huang Yu's face turned dark when he heard this.
Others laughed. There are many colleagues here. Everyone knows Huang Yu's ability. He does have his own uniqueness. But when people's hearts are broken, their words will be broken. Words are like people, people are traitors, and words are not upright. But I have to say that Huang Yu's calligraphy is indeed very good, surpassing many people present.
But in front of this old monk, everyone knew very well that Huang Yu's words were worthless!
Playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong? Is this seeking death, or are you not afraid of embarrassment
This word, let alone Huang Yu, no one here dared to write it!
Huang Yu didn't dare. It would be embarrassing not to take up the pen at this time. It would be even more embarrassing to take up the pen and write the words!
For the first time, Huang Yu sadly discovered that one day in his lifetime, he would not even have the courage to hold a pen!
In the end, Huang Yu stamped his foot and snorted coldly: "I'm not in good condition today, so I might as well not write!"
After saying that, Huang Yu led the people away in dejection...
"Haha..." Everyone laughed, Huang Yu walked faster, and finally ran away. He knew that after today, he would be a joke in the circle. If a self-proclaimed calligrapher dares not hold a pen, how can he have the nerve to say he is a calligrapher
"Thank you, Master, for your help." Wang Daochun came to his senses at this time, and quickly bowed to the other party, a ninety-degree salute, as respectful as a student facing his teacher.
But no one present felt that Wang Daochun's actions were excessive. Instead, they thought it was natural.
He who has learned without prior knowledge is the teacher. Fang Zheng's words have conquered everyone present in an instant.
Fang Zheng quickly got out of the way, not daring to accept this etiquette. His calligraphy was given by the system, but for real calligraphers like Wang Daochun, it was the result of hard work day and night, understanding, and decades of sharpening their swords!
If we say who can carry the banner of Chinese calligraphy and spread calligraphy culture in the future, Fang Zheng will definitely not be among them. It will depend on these masters who are truly willing to endure hardship and work hard.
Fang Zheng hurriedly returned the courtesy and said, "The donor is too polite. The poor monk only wrote a few words."
Wang Daochun shook his head and said: "Master doesn't know something. That Huang Yu is not here to join in the fun, but to cause trouble. Huang Yu and I have always been in the same level of calligraphy. If he stands up to compete with me today, if he If he wins, our exhibition will fail. If he loses, he can also question the unfairness of our referee... After a lot of fuss, our exhibition can be closed. But the master takes action and makes him realize the difficulty with just a few words. Retreating would be a great favor to us."
(End of chapter)