Lu Xiao got into Shang Hongye's car, found a secluded place, and explained to her some details about meeting the leaders of the Qinglong Guild later.

Then he rushed to Lin's house.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon,

The agreement with the big boss of the Qinglong congregation is eight o'clock in the evening,

It's just in time.

……

Lin Qiunai is a university scholar with many books and peach and plums all over the world.

If it was a rich man or a big official, he would never pay attention to Lu Xiao if he invited him to his home for dinner.

However, he is still willing to make friends with this kind of Confucian who really does learning.

When I arrived at Lin's house,

Lin Qiu was extremely enthusiastic, invited Lu Xiao to take a seat, greeted him for a while, and talked to him about elegant things such as Go, music and rhythm, and Chinese studies.

Lu Xiao IX is a human being, and his accumulation is so deep, although he tries to be as low-key as possible, but when he talks to the fullest, it is inevitable that he will be quoted from the side, and he will occasionally show his grandeur.

Lin Luoran was making tea for the two of them on the side, and secretly looked at Lu Xiao.

"This guy is good at everything, but he's too tsundere. I wonder who will kill his arrogance. ”

There was some indignation in my heart.

She was on Lu Xiao, and she ate a lot of suffocation.

Lin Qiu chatted with Lu Xiao for a while,

I was extremely shocked.

It's unimaginable.

is not as good as a weak crown of teenagers, and the accumulation is so abundant.

Especially classical culture,

Poetry and books are all arts.

It's just too rare.

At first, he thought,

Lu Xiao is just a little talented,

But he is arrogant and arrogant.

It has to be beaten.

Temptation,

But this young man was never killed,

There is clearly a great talent who has passed through the heavens and latitudes!

If you can restrain some temperament,

Something can be accomplished in the future.

There was even the idea of accepting the disciples of the closed door.

Just thinking about it,

How to beat this young man,

The maid of the Lin family entered the living room and told Lin Qiu that a guest had visited.

Then a young man came in, with a long body and a handsome face.

A pleasant greeting,

Lu Xiao knew that this person's name was Meng Wuyi, and he was a registered disciple of Lin Qiushui.

"Teacher, I just wrote a picture here, and I'll show it to you. ”

Meng Wuyi said with a faint smile.

Unfolded a piece of writing in his hand.

Lin Qiu observed, and his eyes suddenly changed:

"This is Zhang Bogao's "Four Ancient Poems" copied from it.

This cursive script is wild and beautiful, like a dragon and a snake.

already has Zhang Bogao's seven-point charm.

No blame, in the past few years, your calligraphy has made too much progress, and you are already a generation of famous masters. ”

Zhang Xu and Zhang Bogao, one of the three uniques of the Tang Dynasty.

and Huaisu are called "grass saints".

"The teacher is falsely praised. ”

Meng Wuyi smiled to himself, very humble.

"Brother Wu is amazing. ”

Lin Luoran also praised.

She learned calligraphy from her grandfather since she was a child, so she naturally knows how well this handwriting is.

"Lu Xiao, Brother Wu is amazing. You can't learn his calligraphy for ten years. ”

Lin Luoran said.

This guy, such a tsundere.

It's always the only one in heaven and on earth.

She seized the opportunity, of course, she had to hit him.

You're good at Go,

What about calligraphy?

"Isn't it amazing?"

Lu Xiao couldn't help laughing.

He was a man of the ninth generation, and he was a scholar of elegance,

Let's just say this calligraphy,

Don't talk about the world,

It is to look at the past and the present,

It's also first-class.

He remembered that he once instructed a young man how to write a book.

Later, this kid learned something and wrote a character in Lanting, which has been passed down through the ages.

This character is called "Lanting Collection Preface".

This kid is called Wang Youjun, that is: Wang Xizhi.

"Hey, what kind of eyes do you have, isn't Brother Wu's calligraphy bad?"

Lin Luoran said dissatisfied.

"Sister Luo Ran, cursive writing requires a certain amount of cultural cultivation to know how to appreciate it. ”

"If you don't have any skills, you can't even read, how can you tell the difference between good and bad?"

Meng Wuyi sneered.

Looking at Lu Xiao's eyes, they were all disdainful.

"This ...... No blame, Lu Xiao is still young and doesn't know how to appreciate calligraphy, which is understandable......"

Lin Qiu made a round.

"Lu Xiao, no one blames you if you don't understand. But the words of Brother Wu are really well written. ”

Lin Luoran said.

Lu Xiao said lightly:

"This is the ...... It's very average. ”

"You...... Boy, how dare you insult me?"

Meng Wuyi was furious.

"Facts are just ......"

Lu Xiao shrugged.

Meng Wuyi gritted his teeth and said:

"Boy, you said I can't write well, are you writing well?"

"I only know a little about calligraphy......

"And what are you pretending?"

"Even if you understand it a little, it's better than you......"

"Damn, there's a kind of writing to come out and see?"

"Sort of. ”

Lu Xiao shook his head.

"Boy, pretend to be your uncle. If you write something, you have to write better than me, young master, I will be your grandson!"

Meng Wuyi was stimulated, and he was angry.

Lu Xiao said helplessly:

"Really looking for abuse?"

Meng Wuyi nodded.

Lu Xiao shrugged his shoulders and looked at Lin Qiu,

"Can you have pen and ink?"

Lin Qiu instructed the servants to prepare pen and ink.

He also felt ......

Lu Xiao is very excessive.

Just wait for this young man to come out with a foreign appearance.

Kill his sharpness.

When he realizes his inadequacy,

Speak again,

It couldn't be better to accept him as a closed disciple.

The Lin family is a scholarly family, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are all of the highest quality, but in an instant, they are placed on the living room table.

Looking at the rice paper on the table, Lu Xiao's momentum suddenly changed.

Looking at Lin Luoran:

"Little girl, help me sharpen the ink!"

"What little girl......"

Lin Luoran was speechless.

The strange thing is that Lu Xiao was obviously ordering her, but she couldn't be disgusted.

It seems that he himself is the kind of peerless man who is beautiful in the world, and he will be willing to do whatever he asks her to do.

Such a man, like a breeze, like a bright moon, illuminates an era, so vast that it is as silent as night.

It's like a lingering drizzle, and it doesn't stop.

No matter how proud a woman is, as long as she sees it, the whole person and the whole heart will be soaked for him.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and she began to polish Lu Xiao's ink.

Meng Wuyi's face was so black that he could squeeze out water.

The red sleeves add fragrance, and the ink is polished by hand.

is still a proud woman like Lin Luoran.

How many men's ambitions and dreams are that?

Lin Luoran is his little junior sister, and she is also the woman he has always wanted to pursue!

Lin Luoran's heart swayed, and he studied ink for Lu Xiao.

At this moment, Lu Xiao is radiant and heroic.

When any woman sees it, she will blush and her heart beat, and she will be confused.

Lu Xiao picked up the pen and began to write.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

It was as if he had not a pen in his hand, but a sword.

There is a sword fairy in white clothes to win the snow, and a sword comes from the east.

As soon as the sword pill spit out, it took the enemy's head thousands of miles away!

Flowing clouds and water, without condensation,

A song "Chivalrous Journey" is done in one go.

Close.

"This ...... This cursive ......"

Lin Qiu didn't take it seriously, thinking that Lu Xiao was writing nonsense.

But when I saw the first sentence, I was stunned and horrified.

"How...... How is that possible?"

Meng Wuyi also opened his mouth wide, completely closed.

Lu Xiao's calligraphy attainments completely crushed him,

It's another level of existence!

"No...... Wouldn't it?"

Lin Luoran was also taken aback.

This guy's words are actually so good?!

He...... Is it a youkai?

Anything will!

"The lonely clouds come out of Xiu and go straight to the sky...... Zhang Xu's peak madness, the wildness of poetry immortals, and Pei Min's sword qi seem to be in the entire Tang Dynasty. ”

"What a song "Chivalrous Travel", a good post of wild grass! The meaning of this post, looking at ancient and modern cursive, can also be compared with Zhang Bogao's "Four Posts of Ancient Poems"!"

"God post was born, God post was born!"

"Master Lu is above, please bow to the old decay!"

When Lin Qiu saw this divine post, he was completely convinced, and he actually bowed to his head and performed the disciple salute.

The old face is even hotter.

At first, he also had the idea of accepting Lu Xiao as a closed disciple.

Now it seems that

With this calligraphy alone,

Lu Xiao has the qualifications to be among the Chinese scholars.

It is shorter and longer than Wang Xizhi and Zhang Bogao.

How can he be compared to Lin Qiu and teach?

Turn

Lu Xiao accepted him as an apprentice!

"It's just a letter and a graffiti. ”

Lu Xiao smiled faintly, unimpressed.

Exactly the letter pen graffiti.

This character, among his many ink treasures,

That's just a medium level.

Lin Qiu was shocked:

"Mr. Lu doesn't have to be modest, you can count this as a letter pen graffiti, then there will be no calligraphy in this world. ”

"In my lifetime, I can see the highest level of calligraphy, 'the pen is like seeing God', and it can really be regarded as death without regrets. ”

"The old man was quite suspicious of Mr. Lu just now, and he was really ashamed. ”

Lin Qiu is a contemporary Confucian, who has been immersed in calligraphy for decades.

Seeing Lu Xiao's calligraphy at this moment, it is like seeing Li Bai when writing poetry, and seeing Guan Gong when he plays with a knife, it is absolutely from the heart, and he regards Lu Xiao as a god.

Meng Wuyi's face was pale, and his eyes were stunned.

In the field that he is best at, such as crushing and hanging like this, the taste in his heart can be imagined.

"I ......"

He looked at Lu Xiao and couldn't say a word.

"Don't be my grandson. ”

Lu Xiao looked at him and smiled faintly,

"To be reasonable, I can't have a grandson as ugly as you......"

"You ......"

Meng Wuyi pointed to Lu Xiao, and his body trembled.

Angry.

"Angry, so what?"

"Your handwriting is poorly written. Your people are ugly. ”

"No matter how angry you are, you have to hold back. ”

"Poof......

Meng Wuyi couldn't hold back any longer, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His face was pale, and he said to Lin Qiu:

"Old ...... Teacher, Student...... Leave. ”

Flee in a hurry.

Where is there still the slightest gentle and jade-like noble son's bearing.

"Hey......"

"The blameless Taoist heart has been broken, and in this life, I am afraid that I will not have the courage to hold a pen and write anymore. ”

"He was wrong, he didn't dare to provoke a celestial person like Mr. Lu. ”

Lin Qiu sighed.

"You ...... guy"

Lin Luoran glanced at Lu Xiao:

"Hey, you've won, you don't know how to forgive people. ”

She felt that what Lu Xiao said at the end was very excessive.

"Little girl, did you misunderstand something......

"I didn't say I was a good person......"

"Forgiveness and forgiveness? ”

"I, the little belly chicken intestines, will report and find out. ”

“……”

Lin Luoran was speechless.

"You Great Demon King!"

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