"Lao Ji, you're wrong, you're also old, how can you still do such a thing as judging people by their appearance. ”

Murong Du grimaced.

The fat old man lifted his belt.

"It's not me saying, you look at him yourself, where there is a little bit of a person who writes that kind of words.

It's not that I said, the person I imagined, although he can't look like a crown of jade, but he must be better dressed.

If you look at him, if you say he's a roadside scavenger, people believe him. ”

"Old Ji!"

Murong Du's brows furrowed.

The fat old man lifted the belt of his trousers, squinted at Wang Hao, snorted and didn't say anything more, let alone want to talk to Wang Hao.

"Young man, sit. ”

Murong Du said.

Wang Hao sat down.

Murong Du looked Wang Hao up and down, "I can take the liberty of asking." Where are you from?"

Wang Hao grinned when he heard this.

"Self-taught. ”

When the fat old man heard this, he clapped his hands, "Did you hear it, you are still self-taught, where to reason, you and I can be regarded as people who have practiced calligraphy for most of their lives, how many people are self-taught in calligraphy, you tell me?

You're still self-taught, why don't you go to heaven? ”

The fat old man rolled his eyes vigorously.

Wang Hao turned a deaf ear, just looked at Murong Du, and Murong Du smiled gently.

"Don't mind, young man, this old friend of mine is a little anxious.

Why don't you write us a few words on the spot and open my eyes as an old brother. ”

Murong Jing had already prepared the pen and paper and handed it to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao didn't talk nonsense, put away the pen and paper.

The fat old man snorted.

"As long as he still writes such beautiful calligraphy and paintings, if he can really write them, I will eat this table. ”

Wang Hao turned a deaf ear, and wrote two lines of words with a brush.

Put down the pen and handed it to Murong Du.

Murong Du took it, looked at the two lines on the paper, shook his head and sighed.

"Good words, really good words. The pen and ink are full of strokes, and a person's words represent a person, and it can be seen from the words alone that young people have profound skills, and there is a heroic righteousness in the depths of their hearts. ”

Wang Hao grinned, "The old gentleman has won the award."

It's just just writing casually. ”

The fat old man snatched the words from Murong Du's hand, frowned, and looked at Wang Hao again.

Wang Hao also looked at the fat old man calmly.

"Is what you said about eating the table still true?"

The fat old man had a tense face.

"What is this kind of word, we say it is brush words, do you know how to write brush words?

These two are completely different, it is easy to write with a hard pen, but it is difficult to write with a brush, when did we say this kind of word?"

Wang Hao shook his head and smiled, there is no need to argue with this kind of person.

Murong Du took advantage of this topic.

"Young man, how is your calligraphy?"

Wang Hao grinned, "So-so." ”

"Why don't you write a picture to open the eyes of my old friend? Let him know what is called the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and one generation is stronger than the next. ”

Wang Hao thought for a moment.

"That's fine. ”

Several people went to the study together.

There are celebrity calligraphy and paintings hanging everywhere in the study, in addition, there are also words written by Murong Du himself, which are elegant and free, and the layman knows that it is a good word at a glance.

Murong Du gestured to the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table.

"Write a word. ”

Wang Hao walked over.

Murong Jing also followed, standing quietly by the side and watching.

Wang Hao slowly dipped his pen in ink and held his breath.

After a few seconds of silence.

Wang Hao put pen to paper.

The dragon flies and the phoenix dances, the pen is strong, three points into the wood, and the force penetrates the back of the paper.

Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars to 90,000 miles!

Close.

Wang Hao grinned at Murong Du.

"So-so, you can make do with it. ”

I saw that Murong Du was short of breath, and hurriedly walked around and stood next to Wang Hao.

"It's ...... This is mad sword calligraphy......! How do you know this kind of calligraphy?"

Murong Du pointed to the words written by Wang Hao.

Wang Hao looked confused, "What kind of crazy sword calligraphy, I don't understand what you keep saying." ”

Murong Du exhaled and looked at the words written by Wang Hao.

"yes, really good. ”

Murong Du repeated the same sentence over and over again.

The fat old man also walked around and looked at Wang Hao's writing.

Take a cool breath.

glanced at Wang Hao again, and at this time, Wang Hao's expression had completely changed.

There's a feeling of impressing.

The fat old man rubbed his hands and carefully observed the words written by Wang Hao.

"Beautiful!

Beautiful calligraphy is divided into three realms.

The first is beautifully written.

The second is that the writing has connotation, and you can see a character of the author.

The third is the artistic conception of writing, which can only be understood, not spoken.

I didn't expect you to have touched this kind of threshold at a young age.

It's just a picture, but you can feel the sword aura coming from this word.

The kind of thing that shocks the heart can only be made by a master.

Good words, good words. ”

Murong Du grabbed the two ends of the rice paper with both hands, and couldn't put it down.

Murong Jing stood aside, she had never seen her father, who was usually extremely strict, like today, and her father had always been a dull and serious image who did not smile.

But after seeing Wang Hao today, Murong Du actually showed a smile, and Murong Jing could feel that that smile was emanating from the inside out.

However, Murong Jing was also surprised that Wang Hao's handwriting at a young age was so good-looking, and she also knew a little bit about it, and she clearly knew that if Wang Hao was a little famous, this casually written character could be sold for hundreds of thousands casually.

Of course, it is easy for Wang Hao to become famous.

Wang Hao was a little embarrassed to be praised on the side.

"So-so, casually written. ”

Murong Du turned sideways, "Can I be cheeky, please make a payment." ”

Wang Hao grinned, "How embarrassing this is." I'm a young junior in front of you. ”

"That's not right, there must be my teacher in the threesome, the teacher, the teacher who teaches the karma and solves the doubts, a person's ability has nothing to do with a person's age.

It's normal to be a teacher at a young age. ”

Wang Hao was a little embarrassed.

I thought about it, and then the lower right corner.

"Wen takes the star. ”

Murong Du was stunned for a moment, "Wen Zhuxing?"

Wang Hao grinned embarrassedly, "Pen name, pen name, I scold people better." ”

Murong Du laughed.

Pick up the words written by Wang Hao. Amazing.

"Can you give me this letter?"

After observing for a long time, Murong Du turned his head and looked at Wang Hao with a sincere expression.

Wang Hao grinned, "If you always want it, just give it to you." ”

The fat old man rubbed his hands together and laughed.

looked at Wang Hao a little embarrassed.

"Young man, I really didn't know the true face of Lushan just now, I really like the word you wrote, and I want to ask for a word, can you, hehe...... Can you write me a copy too? ”

"Yes!"

"Really?"

"Fake, of course. ”