Speaking of which, Tao Xiaoyun is really unlucky today, when he meets such a barren man as Zheng Yun, he used to be a painter.

He was fifty-eight years old and was still painting until he was forty-five, when by chance he put down the brush and picked up the brush.

Practicing calligraphy usually begins at a young age, because at this time, he can learn as much as he wants.

If adults practice calligraphy, almost all of them are unwilling to calm down and take the post seriously, and they are not willing to work the regular script.

The opinions of the ancient great calligraphers on practicing calligraphy are unified, that is, we must first lay the foundation from regular script, then practice calligraphy, and finally cursive, and even practice the foundation of regular script for twenty or thirty years.

This Tao Xiaoyun has hardly practiced regular script, and he writes in line and cursive every day.

Anyone who does not have a foundation in regular script is weak and powerless in the line and cursive script, and the connoisseur can see it at a glance.

However, the current calligraphy world is chaotic, Tao Xiaoyun is very good at catering to the taste of calligraphy judges, and uses a funny calligraphy style to enter the calligraphy association and become a famous calligrapher.

Today, he is touted every day, and he has regarded himself as a rare calligrapher in ancient and modern times.

His experience of painting is really unknown in the calligraphy circle, but when Zheng Yun said it, the feeling in his heart can be imagined, and the state of annoyance and anger is more and more exposed.

Wang Boyuan suddenly shouted at Zheng Yun: "Zheng Yun, you are too rude!"

After he finished speaking, he immediately smiled at Tao Xiaoyun and said, "Teacher Tao, don't listen to him, it's just an ignorant child!"

Mr. Tao, I like your words very much, I want to ask for a piece of ink, I don't know how much your runge is?"

As soon as Tao Xiaoyun heard the words, his expression softened a lot, and he said: "If you want words, Runge will talk to my students, and I will just write." ”

"Yes, you can write now?"

"Okay. ”

Zheng Yun saw that the old king's head was smelly, and said: "Old Wang, are you crazy? Is it good to have the money to drink wine and eat meat, what are you buying his hand paper for?

His words were too damaging, and he simply devalued Tao Xiaoyun worthless.

Tao Xiaoyun finally couldn't bear it anymore, and slammed the big brush on the paper, and the ink splashed everywhere.

Zheng Yun smiled: "Don't be angry, it seems that you are not convinced...... Let's do this, you write a few regular characters, I'll find a child to write a few, you compare, do you dare?"

He also deliberately spoke loudly so that everyone could hear him.

Those people didn't have the heart to write at this time, so they came over one after another.

Originally, with an identity like Tao Xiaoyun, how could he agree to compete with a child?

However, Zheng Yun's mouth was damaged enough, and he said: "Old Tao, let me tell you, it's worthless for you to write that thing, it's just selling waste paper, and people have to reduce the weight of the ink on the paper before they can accept it!"

"You!" Tao Xiaoyun was furious and shouted: "Okay, what if you want to lose?"

"Lost...... Apologize to you on the spot, restore your reputation, and buy you a few dozen more words!"

Tens of thousands of yuan a word, dozens of dollars is a million, that's a lot of income, Tao Xiaoyun was provoked, and at the same time, he was also tempted by money, and he lost his mind for a while, so he agreed.

At this time, his student suddenly smiled at Zheng Yun and said, "Who are you fooling, you are a courier, can you afford to buy so many works of my teacher?"

Zheng Yun smiled, pointed at Wang Boyuan, and said, "Lao Wang turned out to be the chairman of the Teis Group, you ask him if I can afford it!"

Wang Boyuan has long stopped managing the company, and people have long forgotten about him, and there are really few people who know him on the spot, but they still know him, and they come forward to greet him.

Wang Boyuan was also very interested in the competition proposed by Zheng Yun at this time, but in his capacity, he disdained to engage in this kind of child's play, and was noncommittal, and in the end, Mrs. Wang said that Zheng Yun was financially wealthy and could afford it.

Jiang Yuefeng, Amy and others felt even more incredible when they heard Mrs. Wang say this.

They had always thought that Zheng Yun was a courier, but at this time, they thought to themselves, let a child compete with a calligraphy master, it is bound to lose.

If a courier has a million, let's not say for the time being, even if he does, how can he be willing to spend a million to buy a bunch of words?

When Tao Xiaoyun's disciple heard Mrs. Wang Boyuan's assurance, he no longer doubted it, and then asked who he was comparing it with.

When Zheng Yun walked around before, he saw a seven or eight-year-old girl who wrote very neatly, and it seemed that she had been practicing calligraphy for about a year.

And he also learned her name from the girl's payment, and immediately shouted loudly: "Yang Qianqian!

Not long after, Yang Qianqian's mother led her daughter over.

Zheng Yun first asked Yang Qianqian how long she had been practicing calligraphy, and her mother said that it had been eight months in total.

Zheng Yun said that he wanted to compete, but Yang Qianqian's mother hesitated for a few seconds and agreed.

Zheng Yun then said to Tao Xiaoyun's student Zhengse: "You just said that ordinary people can practice to the level of Tian Ying's character after a few months of practice?"

"Yes, I said that. ”

"Tian Ying practiced calligraphy at the age of five, sixteen hours a day, and is seventy years old this year, so old, he has to practice words for ten hours a day.

If you say that an average person can attain more than 60 years of skill after a few months of practice, is he mentally handicapped or disabled? Tell me, why don't I believe in this evil?"

"He ......" Tao Xiaoyun's student was speechless.

Zheng Yun smiled and said, "I'll educate you well today!"

Today's referees don't need those masters who write ugly books, I want to find a group of elementary school students to be referees, are you okay?"

Tao Xiaoyun hurriedly shouted, "What kind of calligraphy do they know?"

"Elementary school students think that beautiful characters are not called calligraphy? In this way, I will let you, 100 points full marks, let's find 20 primary school students, if one person gives you 60 points, count me as losing!"

Being provoked by Zheng Yun like this, Tao Xiaoyun was almost dizzy, and wanted to refute, but he had nothing to say.

Zheng Yun began to greet loudly and asked if there was a teacher from this school, and it turned out that there was really a teacher on the scene.

Zheng Yun asked him to send a notice in the group, asking him to call students to come to the school immediately to participate in the calligraphy judges.

The teacher had also seen that Zheng Yun and Wang Boyuan and other big names had an extraordinary relationship, no matter what he had in mind, he happily agreed.

After more than half an hour, the parents sent their children one after another, and more than 50 people came.

Zheng Yun explained clearly, and then said to Tao Xiaoyun: "I haven't asked you yet, what if you want to lose?"

Tao Xiaoyun was really at a loss at this time, and he couldn't speak.

Zheng Yun said with a smile: "If you lose, you will go back to paint in the future, see that you are not too old and can still do it!"

Tao Xiaoyun was really going crazy, and his lips trembled with anger.

The competition officially began, and Zheng Yun asked both of them to write the same five-character poem in neat block letters, with a total of 20 words.

The little judges were all standing in the distance, waiting with great interest to give a grade to others, they had never done such an interesting thing, and they were all full of joy.