"This is a good word!"

Kang Dongling also nodded and said in admiration.

With his eyes immersed in calligraphy for many years, he can see at a glance that this character is old and spicy.

Every stroke contains an indescribable charm.

That charm, combined with this poem, makes people's emotions released to a great extent.

After reading a poem, it seems that the depression in the heart of the whole person is completely lined up in an instant.

Baisheng is a little stupid, how can this word be so good?

Even if he wants to talk nonsense, he can't.

This word is really good.

It can directly mobilize people's emotions, and this alone deserves the title of master.

Baisheng clenched his fists tightly, and looked at Chen Yang with angry eyes.

This guy, how could it be, how could it be that he wrote it?

Others were equally impressed.

They looked at Chen Yang again, and the look in their eyes was extremely complicated.

"This painting is very well written, even if it is better than me. ”

Shen Hai said suddenly.

No one agreed.

But in everyone's hearts, they all think the same way.

Shen Hai looked at Chen Yang: "You wrote this word?"

Chen Yang said lightly: "This is the worst piece written by Poor Dao, after all, Poor Dao doesn't know much about calligraphy." ”

Everyone: "......"

This force has already broken through the sky.

Don't know calligraphy?

If you don't know calligraphy, you can write such words?

Are you kidding us?

The corners of Shen Hai's mouth also twitched, and he immediately snorted: "Is this really what you wrote?" ”

He shook his head and said, "What is calligraphy? Calligraphy is experience, feeling, and depicting these experiences through the words of the pen." Even I only had three or two words in my life to reach this height. Even Brother Kang, too. ”

"How old are you? Twenty?"

"Hehe, a twenty-year-old young man who dares to take other people's achievements for his own use. This kind of behavior of yours really makes me angry!"

The more Shen Hai spoke, the more excited he became, and he decided that it was impossible for Chen Yang to write such words.

This character is definitely not something that Chen Yang can write.

"Shame on the world of calligraphy!"

Shen Hai slapped the table hard, and the ink in the inkstone almost spilled.

Chen Yang still had that calm and breezy expression, and said, "Poor Dao is twenty years old this year. ”

"Who says that a twenty-year-old can't write such words?"

"If you can't write it yourself, you think that others can't write it either?"

"The garbage you write yourself, you ask the poor Dao to write the same garbage as you, so that your heart is balanced?"

"Master of calligraphy, these four words, dare to shout, do you dare to take them?"

When you meet this kind of person, there is no need to be polite.

Before, he also felt that this person had a personality and edges and corners, even if the handwriting was not good, at least he had a good temperament.

Desperate, the sword goes sideways, and in a few decades, it can also stand on its own.

But he didn't even have the slightest evidence, so he preconceived that he couldn't write such words.

It's not about character, it's about character.

Lawyer Zheng wrinkled his eyebrows and said, "Master Shen, you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. This painting was indeed written by the abbot of Xuanyang, and I can testify to it. ”

Shen Hai asked, "You saw what he wrote with your own eyes?"

Lawyer Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I ......"

"Since you didn't see it with your own eyes, what do you use as a witness?"

Shen Hai directly interrupted and said, "Not to mention his age, he can't write such atmospheric words at all." Let's just talk about his character, don't want to write this kind of word in this life. ”

"I, Shen Hai, am in the calligraphy circle, and I have more than 20 years of qualifications, even if I write a piece of shit, my qualifications are here. What do you call me when you see me? Talk to me, what tone do you say? What are you when you open and close your mouth? What are you? You don't even deserve garbage, you are a puddle of mud on the ground, looking at an eyesore, stepping on disgusting people. ”

Everyone was stunned, this Master Shen Hai, this mouth is really bad.

"Ahem. ”

Kang Dongling coughed and said, "Xiao Shen, pay attention to your words." Your name is Xuanyang, aren't you? After all, you're still a young man. ”

"There are some things that I have to talk to you about as someone who has come over. First of all, this painting is indeed very good, worthy of the title of master. But if you want to say that you wrote it, you don't have to. ”

"We have all been dealing with calligraphy for many years, and we can see people with seven or eight points. ”

"The person who can write this kind of writing may be very young, but it will definitely not be you. ”

"If you want to show off through this kind of trick, you don't have to. ”

Chen Yang said: "So, do you think that Poor Dao can't write such words?"

Kang Dongling frowned and said, "Do you want to continue to make trouble?"

"Okay, you said you wrote it, then you wrote one on the spot. Not to mention that even if it can reach a tenth of the height, I recognize that this character was indeed written by you. I bow and apologize to you. ”

"If you can't write it, don't participate in any form of calligraphy and painting exhibitions in the future. In the world of calligraphy, you are not welcome to be a sensationalist person in order to be famous. ”

Kang Dongling's words were very serious.

In the calligraphy industry of Jiangnan Province, he can be regarded as a Taishan Beidou-level figure.

As long as he said a word, it could be very easy for the entire calligraphy world to exclude Chen Yang.

As long as Chen Yang dares to respond, basically, in the future calligraphy world, there will be no place for Chen Yang.

Kang Dongling looked directly at Chen Yang: "Do you dare to write?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Chen Yang smiled faintly and said, "But, why did Poor Dao write?"

"Just because you have a few words of radical emotion, you have to write the poor road?"

Kang Dongling smiled, shook his head, and didn't speak again.

He had already decided that this Taoist priest did not have any real skills at all.

Not to mention writing, I'm afraid I can't even hold a brush.

However, as soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, he suddenly walked to the table.

"Little Taoist, what are you doing?"

"Shouldn't you be angry and want to destroy the words of the two masters?"

"Stop him!"

The crowd shouted.

Kang Dongling raised his hand: "Let him go." ”

Chen Yang stood in front of the table, swept through everyone, and finally landed on Kang Dongling and Shen Hai: "There is no need to write the poor road, and there is no need for you to recognize what to believe. ”

Someone ridiculed: "There's no need to write, so why do you still write?"

Chen Yang smiled: "Why? ”

"Because, poor hands itch. ”

After speaking, the palm of his hand was lightly patted on the table, and the three words bounced off the table, and Chen Yang waved his sleeves, and the three words were collected by him in the air, thrown aside at will, and landed steadily on the round table.

This hand amazed many people.

"What's the use of bells and whistles?"

He picked up the pen. ”

"Is this little Taoist priest blind? Xuan paper is not prepared, how can he write?"

Lawyer Zheng shouted, "Dao Chief, you wait a minute, I'll go get the rice paper." ”

"Paper? ”

Chen Yang shook his head slightly, held the pen in his right hand, and lay quietly in the inkstone.

His eyes were slightly closed at the moment.

At the moment, he was brewing emotions.

Shen Hai snorted: "So it's mysterious. ”

Kang Dongling also shook his head: "Today's young people are too impetuous. ”

The voice will fall.

Chen Yang's eyes opened suddenly.

Wen Qianjiang and Liu Hanxian in the crowd sighed lightly.

Their senses were keen, and at the first moment, they felt extremely strong emotions from Chen Yang's body.

At this moment, Chen Yang had already raised his wrist, and the sheep's brushstrokes fell directly on the white oak table.

With a flick of the wrist, the first word was outlined.

And when this word appeared, everyone held their breath.