What a great honor it is for foreigners to take the initiative to collect our calligraphy.

Really, what a glory!

This light is too big.

At this moment, I saw a man dressed as a leader in his fifties rushing in from outside the door.

This person is Yang Bo, the vice president of the Book Association.

As soon as he came in, President Yang Bo heard that the foreigner wanted to collect calligraphy, and he was also secretly injured to the inside, so he took the initiative to step forward and say to the foreigner.

"Dear Madam, these are the work of some of the best calligraphers in our country. Hanging here is just for exhibition and exchange. ”

"If you want to buy it, you have to wait until after the exhibition. ”

The foreigner lady smiled politely to show her understanding, and said softly, "Can I take a look at these great authors?"

"I'd rather see what they're doing on the ground. ”

"If I can, then I will have no regrets about my trip to Shenzhou. ”

After the foreigner lady's words came out, the people around her laughed.

This one...... It's just a minor issue.

It couldn't be smaller.

President Yang Bo nodded with a smile and a smile, and decided to go on the field himself, personally waving a book for the foreigner in front of him, and showing the foreigner that he had been immersed in for more than 50 years.

At this moment, the Seventh Ancestor, who was hiding in the crowd, suddenly shouted, "Wow. There's a live calligraphy show here!"

"Come and see!"

"Wow wow. It's still an alternative calligraphy. Oh my God! ”

The screams of the Seventh Ancestor immediately attracted the attention of more than two hundred people at the scene. The foreigner's eyes moved, and she walked over with a smile and anticipation.

Yang Bo, the presidents, directors and calligraphers of several associations laughed and hurried to follow.

When they got closer and took a closer look, Yang Bo and several people shook violently, and the corners of his mouth immediately twitched fiercely, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

I saw that in front of everyone, six palace maids of the Qing Dynasty pulled a piece of white rice paper with a long and dark engraved Meilan, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

The size of the rice paper is also quite amazing. It is a whole product of one zhang and six feet, five meters long and two meters wide, and has reached the size of ninety-two square feet.

Next to the two neatly dressed little palace maids are several long desks, which are full of ink and various types of brushes.

At this moment, a white-bearded old man wearing a red cardigan Tang suit strode out, his expression solemn and solemn.

The old man is quite energetic, the white hair on his head is meticulously combed, and the beard on his chin is dense and sparse, looking like a seven-point white stone old man.

The old man's appearance is neat and clean, and his two eyes are bright, which makes people feel respectable.

"President Wang Jun is about to perform, everyone is quiet. Don't disrupt President Wang's rhythm. ”

"Quiet, quiet!"

"Don't take pictures! Don't distract President Wang. ”

The staff next to him shouted at the top of his throat, and Master Wang stood upright in front of the desk and calmly adjusted his breathing. Not affected by the outside world at all, a superior demeanor.

Slowly, Master Wang opened his eyes, like a martyr about to step on the execution ground, and nodded heavily.

A beautiful Qing palace maid hurriedly carried a delicate tray to Master Wang and bent down.

Everyone looked at it, and their expressions immediately tightened, revealing deep admiration and admiration.

Master Wang solemnly and solemnly, gently pulled up the wide sleeves of the Tang suit, raised his hand to lift the red silk on the tray, and picked up a strange thing from the tray.

The strange thing had to be more than twenty centimeters long, the size of a corn cob. It's shaped like a ......

Large syringes

The moment this super big syringe appeared in front of everyone's eyes, many people's hearts were raised to their throats, and the scene was silent and the needles could be heard, and they didn't even dare to take a breath of the atmosphere.

When the Seventh Ancestor saw the contents of the plate through the crowd, he immediately gasped, revealing an impossible look, and his whole body instantly tensed, and he was terrified.

This thing looks like a syringe for a super large syringe used to inject elephants in zoos.

Ordinary poultry and beasts will never need such a large size.

It's just that there is no needle on this syringe, otherwise the Seventh Ancestor would think that this Master Wang is a great veterinarian who specializes in injecting elephants.

This master is the president of the Xia Ding Calligraphy Association, Wang Jun. Director of the Shenzhou Calligraphy Association, Xia Yuzhou's college classmate.

His words, on the live broadcast platform, are sold for a high price of 199.

At this time, President Wang Jun was calm and calm, holding a large syringe and inserting it into the imitation Ru kiln pen wash full of top-grade Hui ink.

Since the syringe is too large, it is certainly not possible to use other inkstones and ink bowls.

Twice, the large syringe has been filled with ** full ink ink.

President Wang Jun picked up the most expensive grape country paper towel from Blue Mercury and meticulously wiped the ink on the needle of the syringe. The whole process and action are steady.

He glanced at the audience with a straight face and understatement, bowed his head slightly, turned around resolutely, and took firm steps to stand on the left side of the Zhangliu rice paper.

President Wang Jun, who was holding a large syringe, took a deep breath, and suddenly the abyss was as heavy as a mountain.

The people at the scene held their breath and stared straight at Wang Jun.

A few seconds later, Wang Jun was like a top master, slowly raising the big syringe in his hand, his eyes were closed, and he was holding the syringe in his left hand and the push rod in his right hand......

Suddenly, Wang Jun took a step forward with his left foot, and suddenly pushed hard with his right hand.

There was a thud.

A stream of black ink sprayed straight at the engraved rice paper like an arrow of water, leaving a long and strange line.

Then, President Wang Jun took a step with his right foot, and took another step forward, his face was red and his neck was bruised, as if he had used the strength to breastfeed when he was a child.

Hey!

Another jet of ink squirted out.

Then Chairman Wang Jun bluffed his left hand, grabbed the putt and seemed to draw a Tai Chi-like circle in the air.

With the movement of the Tai Chi circle, the ink suddenly shot out and sprayed on the top-notch rice paper, leaving several strange-shaped circle strokes, like the five rings of fate, interlocking, magnificent to the extreme.

"Good !!"

"Good !!"

In an instant, the Tibetan friends and members of several calligraphy associations couldn't help but cheer in unison!

"Phew!"

Suddenly, a spring thunderous scream erupted from Chairman Wang Jun's mouth.

The whole person was like an arrow off the string, with a speed comparable to Liu Xiang's hurdle sprint, and finally stopped at the end of the five-meter-long rice paper.

At this moment, President Wang Jun was in a strange posture, like an athlete throwing a discus.

His hands clenched the syringe that injected the elephant, almost exhausted the strength of his life, his whole body was full of energy, the silk Tang suit was windless, and his body trembled non-stop.

I saw that on the five-meter-long top-grade rice paper, a long line of crooked and winding sways appeared vividly in everyone's eyes.

What a majestic line!

Like the cheerful turning of the earthworms in the mud, it is more like the free swimming of the loaches in the water, smart and graceful, and beautiful.

Beneath the earthworms and loaches, strings of ink drip down like candle tears, rendering the two-meter-wide rice paper like an ink landscape.

"Good!"

"Good !!"

"Good!"

The onlookers and Tibetan players were also infected by President Wang Jun's profound skills at this time, and they desperately applauded and cheered.

Chairman Wang Jun paused for seven or eight seconds on the other side of the rice paper before slowly finishing his work. His face turned around abruptly, and his chest rose and fell rapidly.

Looking back at his masterpiece of needle calligraphy, President Wang Jun burst into light, nodded with satisfaction, and showed a smile.

Suddenly, President Wang Jun took a deep breath again, and started a new round of amazing handwriting performances from right to left.

Another strange line was born under the elephant's needle.

After drawing the long stroke, Chairman Wang Jun had already walked back.

At this time, the ink had already run out, and President Wang Jun quickly probed the syringe into the pen wash and quickly pumped it, and spun in place in a circle.

Without a moment's turn, the syringe erupted a stream of ink arrows, just like the water bomb that punched out a cloud of old black explosives on the rice paper.

Clusters of explosive points exploded, and the top-grade rice paper couldn't withstand such power, and countless inks dripped down like threads, falling straight to the ground.

After several circles in a row, the old President Wang Jun was already at the end of his crossbow, standing in place and swaying from side to side, but he stabilized his body, and suddenly let out an earth-shattering tiger roar from his mouth.

Yes!!!

Flying one step, the syringe sucked up the pen and washed the ink, turned around leisurely, and fired at the rice paper with angry eyes!

Ahh

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