Li Zhengtang was stunned by Zhou Qi's words, but he didn't think so.

Although he had just had a lot of affection for this young man, he was almost gone. I think he said this simply to win his favor. After all, in the field of calligraphy, he still trusts Song Zhisheng more, although his personality is a little disgraceful, but at least what he writes is good.

Otherwise, just by virtue of qualifications, there is no way to be the president of the calligraphy association in northern Jiangsu for such a long time.

Besides, Song Zhisheng's family background is also okay, his son opened his own company to do business, and he has made a lot of money in the past two years.

"Zhou Qi, I think President Song won't bring me anything fake, I still believe in his eyesight. ”

After hesitating, Li Zhengtang still frowned and looked at Zhou Qi, "Calligraphy is very similar to cultural relics. It's not really a law that can be judged, and the things of that era have the texture of that era. For example, Zhu Zhishan's brushstrokes, there is his will in this, and I can feel it. ”

In fact, it is not easy for Li Zhengtang to feel this.

After all, he has loved calligraphy for decades, and his writing is not bad, although he is not as good as the master, but he still has the ability to appreciate it.

Song Zhisheng also nodded again and again, looking at Zhou Qi with a sneer, feeling that he had already won the battle.

"Uncle, you're right, there is indeed spirit in this painting, but it is not Zhu Zhishan's. ”

Zhou Qi was not in a hurry, and smiled faintly, "It's not wrong that every era has its texture, but this character is different, and in this world, there is still the so-called 'old'." These words may have been written by Zhu Zhishan before, or there may be genuine handwriting, but it is definitely not this word, if you don't believe it, you look at this word. ”

When Li Zhengtang and Song Zhisheng heard this, they looked in the direction of Zhou Qi's finger, which was a "painting" word.

Immediately, Li Zhengtang understood what Zhou Qi meant, although he still didn't trust Zhou Qi very much, he couldn't help but be suspicious. Song Zhisheng's face also changed slightly, but he hid it well. He only cared about bringing it to Li Zhengtang and thinking about his son, but he didn't care about these details.

The so-called often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet. No matter how powerful a person is, it is possible to fall on the Tao.

As we all know, Zhu Zhishan is not only a calligrapher, a writer, a poet, but also a painter.

The word "painting" is the thing that best reflects this kind of heritage. Although this word is very well written and thoughtful, it does not have the light and breezy painting of Zhu Zhishan, and the painting is the same as the fist intention, which is something in the bones. It's like Xia Buxin, the words he writes casually condense his fist intent, and Chen Feng almost can't stand it just by looking at it.

"Xiao Zhou, you can judge just such a word, it's a bit of a lie, right?"

Song Zhisheng's face is now very ugly, "Zhu Zhishan is good at painting, but painting is painting, words are words, and they are completely two systems." Besides, what qualifications and qualifications do you have to judge in front of me? Let me tell you, I have been writing for a longer time than you, and your eyesight will be better than mine?"

Hearing this, Li Zhengtang also nodded, in the field of calligraphy, Song Zhisheng is indeed an expert.

He wanted to persuade Zhou Qi not to say it anymore, but he and Zhou Qi also met on the first day, and some things were not easy to say directly.

Just when he hesitated, Zhou Qi laughed, "Since everyone is professional, things have become simpler." In this case, let's use your professional point of view to see how I write the handwriting? If the words I write surpass the so-called 'Zhuzhishan' in front of me, does that indirectly prove that this is fake?"

Li Zhengtang and Song Zhisheng were stunned again, they didn't expect Zhou Qi to come up with such a "death" behavior.

This is completely tantamount to playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong and a big axe in front of Lu Ban, which is simply a truth.

Li Zhengtang frowned, and hurriedly said, "Xiao Zhou, according to me, this matter will be settled." I know you may have your own ideas, but President Song is indeed a little more professional in calligraphy. Okay, okay, let's stop talking about it, let's ......"

Before he finished speaking, Song Zhisheng waved his hand and looked at Zhou Qi and sneered.

He pointed to the four treasures of the study and said, "Yes, Xiao Zhou, then you can write." I'm also very much like teaching and learning. ”

Anyone can hear the sarcasm in these words, Li Zhengtang looked helpless, knowing that this matter might not be able to be resolved. Now, he also felt that he should get to know Zhou Qi again. If he has been so showy and so forceful, he may not really be able to give his daughter a good future.

Zhou Qi didn't shirk it, nodded, rolled up his sleeves and walked over.

He didn't really want to be in the limelight, but he simply didn't look down on people like Song Zhisheng. If his character is very noble and his son is also very good, Zhou Qi is willing to be an adult and match Li Zhiyun's happiness. But this person is too bad, and he deceives people with fake things, which makes him unbearable.

Even if it is to let Li Zhengtang misunderstand, then it must be made that Song Zhisheng will retreat and no longer bother Li Zhiyun.

When things reach this situation, it is irretrievable, and it can only develop like this.

Zhou Qi laid out the rice paper, picked up the brush, and closed his eyes slightly. As for writing, he actually studied something. Although I don't say how well it is written, I have a lot of practical work. When he was in the Spirit God Realm, he learned how to practice with writing. So when this world broke through the strength, this method was used.

I have been writing for so many years, at least not a layman. Coupled with his fist intent, although it is not as good as Xia Buxin, it will not be too bad.

Sweeping away the distractions in his heart, Zhou Qi suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was generating electricity in a virtual room.

The majesty of a dignified master is naturally not something that ordinary people can resist. Zhou Qi was not full of energy, otherwise the two old men would probably have had a heart attack at the same time. Therefore, Zhou Qi's willpower was condensed in the words, and his emotions were brewed, and he immediately wrote like a god.

This spiritual energy also made Li Zhengtang's eyes shine, he has also seen those masters write calligraphy, and the artistic conception is somewhat similar.

Heaven and earth are all over the place, and the rivers and mountains are picturesque. These words are basically written by Zhou Qi in one go, without stopping. The brushstrokes penetrate the back of the paper and enter the wood for three points. Among them, Zhou Qi's fist intent is condensed, but there is no killing intent in it. It is a heartfelt praise for the world, a yearning for the world, and a fascination for all good things.

As soon as these words came out, Li Zhengtang couldn't help but applaud excitedly, very excited.

He looked at Zhou Qi at this time, as if he was looking at a real calligraphy master, a generation of famous masters.

Although Zhou Qi is not very old, the impression he just left on him is really not like a young man, but a master who has been immersed in the law for many years. The moment these words jumped on the paper, it was as if they heard a rumbling sound rolling in. It seems that the picturesque picture of the country is also slowly unfolding in front of him, rushing to his face.

Song Zhisheng's face is now ugly, very ugly, and his forehead is already covered with cold sweat.

He admitted that he had lost his eyes, and he didn't expect such an unknown young man to write so well.

Although to a certain extent, it is not comparable to those true masters, but there is no doubt that this hand alone is enough to surpass those who copy this painting. He even had a terrible conjecture in his heart, that is, even if it was really Zhu Zhishan's true work, he might not be able to surpass Zhou Qi.

"How, President Song, could you please comment. ”

Zhou Qi put down the brush, smiled and looked at Song Zhisheng, the clouds were light and light.

Song Zhisheng didn't speak for a long time, his face trembled slightly, and he stared at the word. He frantically mobilized his brain cells to see the problem in the painting. I want to exhaust all my knowledge and pick the bones in the egg. But as time passed, he couldn't tell what was good or bad about this painting.

Li Zhengtang's entire energy was concentrated on this character at this time, and he had no time to take care of Song Zhisheng's embarrassment.

A full quarter of an hour passed, and Song Zhisheng clenched his fists with anger on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said: "It's really angry with me! I didn't expect that someone would dare to lie to me and use fake paintings to deceive me! I'm sorry Lao Li, I'll go to that unscrupulous art dealer now, I'm going to seek justice!"

After speaking, Song Zhisheng hurriedly put away the painting, and he didn't have time to say hello to Zhang Xianglan and Li Zhiyun, so he ran away without looking back.