Old Zheng looked at Lin Yun with disdain.

Although Lin Yun held the pen in the right posture, but for Zheng Lao, what if the posture of holding the pen was right?

Although many people don't use brushes anymore, some people are just interested in it.

It's like a calligraphy class in a school.

What if you can hold a pen?

The key is to be able to write something.

Even if the posture of holding the pen is standard, if you can't write good things, it's still in vain.

It's that cruel indeed.

"Hehe, Lin Yun, you still dare to write in front of Zheng Lao?" Tang Xinzheng mocked on the side, "Do you know an idiom? ”

Tang Xinzheng said disdainfully, "What kind of thing are you......?"

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't go on, because he had already seen the first word Lin Yun wrote.

It's the class word of the class with the axe!

"What do you mean?"

Lin Yun smiled, dipped a little ink and said, "What do you mean? Of course, it is to write the four words "Banmen Axe", don't you know the meaning of these words?

"You! You call the class to get an axe, and you can't do it yourself!"

Tang Xinzheng saw that Lin Yun's face did not change, and he only felt that his punch had hit the cotton, and he panicked uncomfortably.

"Shut up!" Zheng Lao suddenly said angrily, "Don't say it again!"

He only felt bored in his heart, because when he saw Lin Yun write the first word, he was already shocked!

The word!

He will never be able to write for the rest of his life!

As the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, his calligraphy level is not the first in the world, but it is definitely among the top people.

And for the appreciation of calligraphy, he is definitely the best.

Because of his strong family wealth, he can collect all kinds of calligraphy works and slowly appreciate and copy, so his level of appreciation is far beyond his writing level.

The moment he saw Lin Yun's writing, he almost exclaimed.

It's the same shock when I first see the words of the sage.

Looking at this word, there is a feeling that this word should look like this, if this word is not written in this way, it is not beautiful.

Why?

Why can he write such words!?

Tang Xinzheng was extremely shocked in his heart.

How old was he? He looked like he was in his twenties.

But calligraphy, in fact, talent alone is absolutely not enough, even if it is amazing and talented, it takes decades of hard work to hone their own style and their own way.

Therefore, in calligraphy, there are no young calligraphers.

Because time is also calligraphy, there must be precipitation.

The words written by young people, no matter how good they are, will lack a sense of heaviness, which cannot be copied by copying.

And a person's words can also express too much of themselves, so words are like people.

looked at a word lightly, if it wasn't in front of Lin Yun, let Zheng Lao guess the words of the person who wrote it.

Zheng Lao will definitely guess that this is a weathered old man, but his spirit is still strong, because his words are still so powerful, and it conveys a sense of freedom and heroism.

People can't help but applaud!

It's just that...... How could such a good word appear in the hands of a young man?

Could it be that it is just a blindfold?

If it is said that it is a coincidence, writing such a peerless good word, although it is a little reluctant, but it is not inexplicable.

Otherwise, could it really have been written by this young man on purpose?

That's a little too scary.

Zheng Lao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued to watch Lin Yun put down his pen.

This time he looked very seriously, from Lin Yun's pen to Lin Yun's completion of writing a word, Zheng Lao did not miss a single detail.

He was completely shocked!

Knowing that this is definitely not Lin Yun's unintentional, but Lin Yun's control and understanding of calligraphy are far above himself!

Lin Yunlong flew and finished writing the next few words.

In one go, the four big characters of the class gate got the axe and wrote it on the white paper.

Tang Xinzheng stretched out his head to look, where did he know what calligraphy appreciation?

It's just that I know how to pat myself on the back.

"What kind of garbage is this? This kind of thing should be in the trash!"

After saying that, he was about to crumple up this pair of words and throw it in the trash.

"Stop!"

Zheng Lao screamed, "You let me go!"

"Huh?"

Tang Xinzheng was stunned, and his hand was still on this piece of paper.

Zheng Lao's eyes were cracked, this ink is still dry, what if you touch it so much!?

He went up directly and slapped Tang Xinzheng directly on the head.

"Old Zheng!?"

Tang Xinzheng felt extremely aggrieved, "Old Zheng, what's the matter? I'm on your side?"

"You still say!?"

Zheng Lao said angrily, "You almost destroyed one of the best calligraphy works of our time just now!"

"Huh!?"

Tang Xinzheng was stunned, and this turn came too suddenly.

He knows Zheng Lao's personality, although he is confident, but he is not arrogant, often said that his calligraphy road has just begun, only to find his own way, in order to become a real calligrapher.

If you are so strict with your own work, how can you relax when it comes to other people's work?

Then why is Elder Zheng so ...... Lin Yun's word So care?

And what happened next surprised him even more.

I saw that after Zheng Lao sorted out the paper, he turned back to Lin Yun and bowed deeply, "The class has an axe!

"What?" Tang Xinzheng's eyes almost popped out, he pinched his thigh fiercely, and after confirming that he was not dreaming, he fell into an absurd scene.

Mr. Zheng is actually called Mr. Lin Yun?

He knew the word sir, and in the old-fashioned Zheng Lao, he would never call it easily.

He has only seen that Zheng Lao has handed over to a few real calligraphers.

In Zheng Lao's place, the meaning of Mr. is equivalent to that of teacher.

Could it be that just because of these four words, Mr. Zheng willingly called Mr. Lin Yun?

Tang Xinzheng couldn't figure it out, he looked up at the four big characters again, but he couldn't see any difference between the four big characters when he killed him.

"Sir, it's me who has eyes and doesn't know Tarzan and offended Sir. Zheng Lao regretted his death in his heart.

He admired those calligraphers the most, so he visited the famous mountains and rivers in the early years to find those hermit sages, hoping that he could make further progress in calligraphy.

At his level, in fact, he no longer values any money and status, but he values the name behind him!

He just wants to rely on calligraphy to earn a name for himself!