"Master's writing is not only the most beautiful word in the world, but also the best-looking word in the Three Realms!" Lin Jiayin crossed his hands on his hips and raised his chin proudly.

Back then, when he was in Emperor Fan's Palace, Lin Jiayin had seen Yang Fan write, Yang Fan's words and strokes turned back and forth, resounding, exquisite, and powerful in the fairy world, and they visited Emperor Fan's Palace to find Yang Fan's inscription.

Even, even the Jade Emperor once came to visit and asked Yang Fan to write the first inscription of the Heavenly Court Treasure Palace, and Yang Fan wrote four characters with a pen and gave them to the Jade Emperor, these four words are "Lingxiao Treasure Palace".

Thinking of this, Lin Jiayinqiao's face couldn't help but feel a little more proud.

However, the crowd sneered, shook their heads and sneered, Jin Dezhi was even more calm, trembling with anger, he spent his whole life in the pursuit of calligraphy, reached the peak, and was known as the contemporary Wang Xizhi, but today, he was humiliated by a primary school student, Jin Dezhi was naturally a fire in his heart.

Jin Dezhi turned his eyes and looked at Yang Fan, a high school student wearing a school uniform.

Jin Zhizhi's eyes were like a sword staring at Yang Fan, and his fists were clenched together, he was a famous Chinese calligrapher, but he was said to be inferior to a high school student.

"Okay! Then you ask your master to write a few words, I want to see how good your master's writing is!" Jin Dezhi gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, for so many years, no matter where he goes, he is highly sought after, like the moon in the hearts of all people, how can he be so aggrieved today, and is said by a primary school student to be inferior to a high school student?

Lin Jiayin puffed up her chest proudly, raised her head and said, "Okay! Today I will let my master show you with both hands." ”

After speaking, Lin Jiayin hurriedly hugged Yang Fan's arm, tilted his little head, opened his big eyes, and looked at Yang Fan pitifully, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Okay, well, Master will write you a few words. Yang Fan had no ability to resist Lin Jiayin's coquettishness, so he could only agree.

Yang Fan is the emperor of the fairy world, and he never easily inscribes for others, and he will not use calligraphy skills to show off in front of others, but today for Lin Jiayin, these words, Yang Fan has written.

Yang Fan shook his head and smiled, and walked to the long table in the center of the hall.

On the long table, a brand-new pen, ink, paper and inkstone had already been prepared for Yang Fan.

Yang Fan looked at everything on the table and couldn't help but fall into the memory.

At that time, in the underworld, there was a suave and suave man, the man arrived in the underworld, he found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, in the underworld, the pen and writing.

The man took up the pen for three days and three nights, writing down nearly 100,000 large characters of different shapes and fonts.

In the underworld, there was a kind-hearted ghost who brought a basket of steamed buns to the man, but the man was too addicted to calligraphy, and after picking up the steamed buns, he actually took them with ink......

This man is naturally Wang Xizhi.

Yang Fan once talked about calligraphy with Wang Xizhi in the underworld, and even, Wang Xizhi rewrote the preface of the Lanting Collection in front of Yang Fan.

And Yang Fan also wrote a few big characters on a whim, which made Wang Xizhi amazed again and again, and benefited immensely.

In the center of the hall, Yang Fan took a deep breath and came back to his senses from his memories.

Yang Fan looked at the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and had a long-lost feeling in his heart.

Yang Fan stretched out his hand to pick up the pen, and the whole person was like a rainbow.

The brush in Yang Fan's hand fell, and finally clicked on the rice paper on the table.

"Hehe, it's ridiculous, how good can he write even if he starts practicing calligraphy as a high school student since he was a child?"

"This high school student is a rich turtle, rich and uneducated, and smells of copper. ”

"This high school student is really past it, and he is still pretending, he really thinks that he is a book saint? can surpass Mr. Jin Dezhi? He is just a rich turtle. ”

……

The crowd said sourly, they did underestimate Yang Fan before, Yang Fan was rich, but that's all.

On the side, Zhang Yang and Lao Wei hugged their hands in front of their chests, sneered at the corners of their mouths, and looked at Yang Fan playfully, they really wanted to see how Yang Fan made a fool of himself.

Xiao Cui frowned and shook her head secretly.

Brush!

At the same time, Yang Fan's hand holding the pen finally moved.

The brush is like an arm in Yang Fan's hand, and the pen walks the dragon and snake, smooth and natural, like a stream, gushing endlessly.

Yang Fan's writing speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Fan had already lifted the brush and carefully put it aside.

"Hehe, don't pretend? I just picked up the pen and put the pen down?" On the side, Zhang Yang walked up with a sneer, however, as soon as Zhang Yang lowered his head, he saw the three big characters that Yang Fan had already written, "Fan Emperor Palace".

After Zhang Yang saw the three words "Fan Emperor Palace", the words that were about to spit out in his mouth were stuck in his throat and could no longer be spoken.

"This ...... These three words ......" Zhang Yang's eyes were round, staring at the three words "Fan Emperor Palace" on the rice paper, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his head.

The crowd was slightly stunned, looking at Zhang Yang suspiciously, they really didn't understand, what happened to Zhang Yang, what was there to be surprised by the words written by a high school student.

Some curious people gathered around, and some even put their feet on their feet, and with all their strength, they finally saw the three big characters written by Yang Fan on the table.

"This ...... Why are these three words so weird? It makes me feel like I want to get down on my knees. ”

"Wow! These three words are sharper than a sword, and I feel very pierced. ”

……

The expressions of the crowd were the same as Zhang Yang, and they were all stunned, and their eyes fell to the ground.

On the side, Jin Dezhi also had a calm face, his hands behind his back, and stepped forward curiously.

Jin Dezhi bent down, squinted his eyes, and carefully looked at the three words written by Yang Fan.

However, Jin Dezhi trembled as if he had been shocked, and said in horror: "This ...... These three words are like a dragon circling, like a hundred phoenixes coming to the court, in one go, a faction of its own, wonderful, wonderful!"

Jin Dezhi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and continued: "However, these three words are different and have different forms, as if they were written by three people, but they can find a trace of connection in the three words, ghost talent, god talent!"

Jin Dezhi has long forgotten that these three words were written by a high school student, and he has long forgotten the grievances and anger in his heart.

"This character is better than Wang Xizhi's writing!" Jin Dezhi has studied Wang Xizhi deeply, and Jin Dezhi has read almost all of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy works.

Yang Fan's words are vivid, as if they want to jump off the paper, majestic and dignified, magnificent, and people worship it, even Wang Xizhi can't reach such a point.

Jin Dezhi gently rubbed the corners of the rice paper, and finally gritted his teeth, knelt in front of Yang Fan with a plop, and said respectfully: "Junior Jin Dezhi, I am willing to worship the master as a teacher." ”

Thank you for the reward! Thank you! Here, special thanks to the helmsman of the reward, I will try to do more today, and add more for you.

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