Meng Jiang and Yang Xiao left.

When he left, he was angry and his face was ugly.

Summer, on the other hand, glanced at each other with Old Man Long, and immediately withdrew his gaze, revealing a meaningful smile at the same time.

Before, when Xia saw Old Man Long for the first time, he knew that he was not an ordinary person.

Imagine.

can teach Liu Qingqing fairly, play chess and drink tea, and talk about the present and the past...... How could he be an ordinary person.

Summer naturally saw Meng Jiang's dirty little actions, so he thought about pitting the other party.

He believed that Old Man Long had also seen it.

Although the two did not talk a word, let alone discuss, they completed a tacit cooperation with each other.

"Qing girl, you are a good man, very good. ”

Hear the words.

Liu Qingqing's face turned red, glanced at Xia, and then said, "Grandpa Long, is this inkstone really a fake?"

"Ahem. ”

Old Man Long laughed dryly, and then said, "Of course it's true, I just can't get used to that kid so I won't sell it to him." ”

Looking at his appearance, Liu Qingqing immediately showed disbelief.

But she didn't care about this, and immediately asked, "What about Xiao Meng?"

"It's not a coincidence. The old man said regretfully, "She went to her grandfather's house...... Uh, boy, what do you look at. ”

Liu Qingqing was stunned for a moment and turned his eyes to look.

I saw Summer walking around the shop with his hands behind his back, looking at the calligraphy and paintings while looking at the antiques on the counter.

At the same time, he shook his head, and a faint trace of disdain appeared on his face.

At this moment, when he heard the voice of the old man Long, he immediately looked over, "Old man, the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are all made by you?"

"That's right, it's all done by the old man. Old Man Long looked proud.

"Hehe, I said why is it so bad. ”

Hear the words.

Old Man Long was almost angry, and stared at Xia Xia with his beard cocked, "What did you say? The old man praised you just now, but I didn't expect that your kid turned out to be a gentleman who doesn't learn and don't know how to do it, what's the matter? Could it be that you are still a master of calligraphy and painting? The calligraphy and painting made by the old man insulted your eyes?"

"Grandpa Long, he didn't mean this in the summer......"

Liu Qingqing hurriedly stepped forward to relieve the siege.

She knew very well what kind of character Old Man Long was, he was even more eccentric than her grandfather.

It's just that before she finished speaking, Summer interrupted, "That's right, that's what I meant, old man, you wrote too badly." ”

"Boy...... You!" The old man's beard stood up, "Qing girl, look at it...... Look at this stinky boy. ”

Liu Qingqing was also quite speechless.

"Old man, why don't we make a bet. "Summer is a confident look," borrowing pen and ink, I will write a few words for you to taste. ”

"You, just you?"

Old Man Long obviously didn't believe it, and looked at Xia with slanted eyes, "You can still write?"

Summer shook his head with a smile and pointed to a calligraphy painting hanging on the wall, "That calligraphy and painting is not bad, I will write the inscription on it." ”

Speaking of this, he looked at him with a slightly provocative gaze, "Do you dare to gamble with me?" ”

The painting he was referring to was a picture of a battlefield.

A figure in blood-colored armor, standing with his face sideways, holding a spear, a longbow on his shoulder, and a sword and sword crossed behind his back.

At his feet lay a corpse, extending beyond the frame, giving people a heroic and tragic look.

In the lower right corner of the calligraphy and painting, there are three inscriptions.

Battle, Battle, Battle!

The reason why Summer deliberately provoked was because of what Liu Qingqing's grandfather said before leaving.

"I can't tell you about your doubts, because what I have realized is definitely different from yours, and that will only mislead you, but there is an old fellow who is very good at studying this aspect, and you go to him ......"

And the old guy of Liu Qingqing's grandfather is the old man in front of him.

It's just that this old man's temper and personality are very strange, if you ask him, the other party will definitely not tell you.

We have to think of another countermeasure.

Really.

As soon as his words fell, Old Man Long screamed, "Bet on it, I'm afraid of you, what are you going to bet on?"

"If I lose, the old man can make any request, as long as I can do it, and it doesn't violate morality, I can agree. ”

After a pause, he said, "If the old man loses, the same is true, of course, I won't ask the old man to do anything out of the ordinary." ”

"Okay, I'll bet with you. ”

Old Man Long didn't seem to think deeply at all, and directly agreed, and then quickly took out pen and ink and calligraphy.

"Write, old man, I want to see what you can write. ”

Xia smiled slightly, didn't care, and still pointed to the calligraphy and painting on the wall, "Can the old man take down that calligraphy and painting, there is a comparison." ”

"Hey. ”

Old Man Long sneered, didn't say a word, walked inside and took down the calligraphy and painting, and then unfolded it on the counter.

"This painting was made by the old man three years ago, and it is also the most satisfying calligraphy painting of the old man...... Uhhh

Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened.

Because.

Summer didn't listen to him at all, but picked up a brush and dipped it in ink.

Then pick up the pen.

Slightly stagnant.

Put pen to paper.

"You stinky boy who doesn't know how to respect the old and love the young......"

Old Man Long is very unhappy, very unhappy.

It's just that when Summer remarked a vertical on the calligraphy, the expression on his face was stunned.

Surprise followed.

And then.

It's shocking.

The last face was incredulous.

"Fight!"

One word.

Vigorous and powerful, the power through the back of the paper.

The iron painting silver hook, the pen is like a cloud of smoke.

Although it's just one word.

But every horizontal and vertical stroke, every stroke and every stroke of this character seems to have become a living thing, and it has an incredible momentum.

These strokes seem to turn into a sword that swoops towards you, and it is extremely sharp.

This moment.

The expression on Summer's face was more serious and dignified than ever.

His mind is also integrated into every stroke.

"Fight!"

The second word is complete.

But a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead in the summer, and the clothes on his body were unexpectedly blown up without wind.

"Fight!"

After the last word fell, it looked like a wild horse in Tuojiang came and went away, and it was like a dragon flying in the sky.

But if you look at the three words 'war' from a distance, they seem to be a whole, but they have different artistic conceptions from each other.

Like a sword rushing into the sky, the spear splits the sky, and it is like returning to the void, almost madness, containing infinite variables.

Even Liu Qingqing, a person who didn't know much about calligraphy, stared at it motionlessly and couldn't take his eyes off.

There were also customers watching around, all of whom were staring at each other with incredible expressions.

As for Old Man Long, he has already been fooled.

He pushed Summer away and stepped forward, his hands on the table, his eyes almost on the ink that had not dried.

It's not a word by word look.

It's about observing one stroke at a time.

"This ...... The ...... "He didn't look at the summer, but there was a strong incredulity in his voice.

"Your calligraphy is ...... Initiation?"