Summer talks eloquently, with a voice that is neither slow nor fast, neither high nor low, which makes people easily understand, but it is impossible to argue.

Lu Lao nodded frequently, his eyes showing appreciation.

He could naturally understand everything Summer said, but the looks of the people around him made him a little disappointed.

In contrast, he looked at Summer even more.

Such an expression fell in Jin Aorong's eyes, making his eyelids flutter, the corners of his mouth twitching, and a bad feeling was born in his heart.

Now he wanted to slap himself twice, and his intestines were full of remorse.

Since Shi Zhengxiang has already confronted him, he can just sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, why do you have to do it.

Deter.

It must be stopped!

Thinking of this, he didn't wait for Xia to continue to speak, and immediately said, "Xia Shao, I understand and understand what you said, but just based on your family's words, how can you conclude that calligraphy and painting are fakes?"

"Yes. ”

Jin Aolong immediately agreed, pointing at Xia Xia and shouting angrily, "Summer day, don't pretend to be a ghost here, what you said seems to be true, this is a hundred battle map, have you seen it? Hmph, Lu Lao, you must not believe this guy, he must be talking nonsense, definitely." ”

For calligraphy and painting, Jin Aolong is a complete layman, he just relies on his brother to teach Xia a lesson.

It's just that he didn't know that these words made people have a taste of wanting to cover up.

This bastard!

Summer and Jin Aorong scolded at the same time.

The former is because the other party still calls himself a summer day, and the eyes of the people around him make the old face of summer hot for a while.

And Jin Aorong is his idiot brother, who makes trouble for himself.

But relatively speaking, he is quite steady.

After all, there is a certificate of authenticity, even if it is really a fake, it will not be recognized.

At this time, Lu Lao, who had been dull and silent, suddenly said with a smile, "Xiaoyou, you just said a little bit, what is the second point of evidence?" Xia smiled faintly, glanced at Jin Aorong, whose face was already gloomy, and said, "The second point is even more obvious, but anyone who has known Master Xiaoyaozi's calligraphy and painting knows it...... This mysterious master never inscribed poems, and the inscriptions he gave to his paintings were all ...... Uh, how to put it, just

It's about writing whatever you want. It could be a sentence, or it could be a few words. ”

Hearing this, Jin Aorong couldn't help but retort, "Xia Shao, the words are a bit arbitrary, how do you know that Master Xiaoyaozi does not inscribe poems?"

"Huh. ”

Summer nodded, "Okay, even if I'm a little arbitrary, but the last point will definitely not be wrong. ”

After a pause, he added, "I dare to guarantee that all of Xiaoyaozi's works will not be inscribed with other people's poems, and the painting you have is an eight-line poem, which is from the Tang Dynasty's Biansai poet Cen Shen's Luntai Song sent Doctor Feng to the west." If you don't believe me, you can ask Lu Lao if it's right. ”

The words fell, and the entire hall fell silent.

The atmosphere became extremely eerie.

Everyone looked at the summer, then transferred to Jin Aorong, and finally looked at Lu Lao.

"Haha, young people nowadays are not simple. Although Lu Lao did not admit it, he showed a happy smile, he did not preach, but said, "The way of calligraphy is the essence of my Chinese culture, which can not only cultivate sentiment but also make people feel peaceful, only we Oriental people have a taste for appreciation, the old man thought that young people are not now."

I like the inheritance of my ancestors, I didn't expect to meet such an enterprising young man, young man, please ask your surname!"

Even though Jin Aolong shouted two summer days in a row, and Jin Aorong even said that Xia Shao was young several times, Lu Lao still asked very solemnly.

What this means is very clear to everyone.

Jin Aorong's face suddenly became difficult to look at.

Originally, he didn't take summer in his eyes, just as an ant kneaded at will.

But at this moment, there was a strong hatred in my heart.

"Your surname is Xia, it's called Summer. Summer was very respectful to the old man, and after speaking, he added, "It's summer, not summer." ”

"Hahahaha. ”

Lu Lao immediately laughed heartily, extremely heroic.

With his identity, he would not deliberately despise and belittle anyone, but there was no need to look at people's eyes, and there was an echo throughout the hall.

After laughing, he looked at Xia with burning eyes, "Xia Xiaoyou, I can see that you don't know a little, tell me the truth, what level of your calligraphy has reached, if you have the opportunity, we will study and demonstrate with each other." ”

"Uh......"

Summer was embarrassed, so he groaned for a while and decided to tell the truth, "Barely reach the Dao." ”

"Well, yes, yes, you're ...... too"

Lu Lao nodded and smiled kindly, but in the next second, his eyes immediately widened, "You said shrimp?"

It seemed too surprised, causing his voice to change tone a little, and he walked over suddenly, grabbing Summer's arm, "You...... You, you didn't lie to me? You, your calligraphy has reached the beginning of the Tao?"

It's no wonder that he, for Lu Lao, who is obsessed with calligraphy, he has practiced hard for many years to reach the legendary god.

Entering the Tao is the only pursuit of Lu Lao today.

Even in today's era, he is the only one who can achieve calligraphy and is comparable to the famous masters of the ancients.

But after seeing calligraphy and entering the realm of Taoism, he doesn't care about the praise of others at all.

But now a young man in his twenties told him that his calligraphy had entered the Tao, which ...... It made him excited but hard to accept.

Summer could only smile bitterly, "I didn't lie to you, but I'm just barely entering the Tao." ”

He is telling the truth, because he is indeed cheating.

When he was a child, practicing calligraphy every day was also one of his homework, of course, all this was forced by the master, and he was powerless to resist.

The main thing is that the old man is the legendary ...... Xiaoyaozi!

In fact, the key to calligraphy is not the structure and emotion of the characters, but the ...... The application of the power of qi and blood.

Under the persecution of the old man, every time he practiced calligraphy in the summer, Lao Tzu had to ask him to use the power of qi and blood through the pen to the wolf's hair, and then integrate it into the black ink and font.

Of course, it is not possible to use the power of qi and blood to achieve calligraphy to reach the Tao.

The key is to integrate and expand the spiritual emotion.

This may seem a bit mysterious, but the spirit itself exists in itself, and many people can't control it.

Even in the summer, until the old man died, he did not meet the requirements.

Later, after obtaining the Supreme Ring and possessing mysterious energy, he barely entered the Tao of calligraphy.

Of course, he can't tell these experiences to outsiders, and he will never tell about the identity of the old man.

It's just that Lu Lao still can't believe it, and he is a little excited, "Xiaoyou, there are four treasures of the study here, can the old man have the honor to observe one or two?"

Next to him, Zhao Qiushui was dumbfounded.

Everyone around was stunned.

And Jin Aorong's face was extremely unnatural, and he barely managed to squeeze out a smile...... It's just that laughing is worse than crying.

Damn!

Lao Tzu worked hard to invite people, he wanted to show his identity and improve his status, but now the limelight has been stolen by this bastard.

But he wants to see what bullshit calligraphy has entered.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face, "Xia Shao, since Lu Lao said so, why don't you show it to everyone, and let us see what calligraphy is." ”

"Yes, Mr. Xia, let me open my eyes too. ”

Zhao Qiushui rarely agreed, she already loves calligraphy, and she is already itching.

"Okay. Summer was not pretentious, nodded happily, and walked to the desk.