This unexpected realization made Zheng Ye happy.

But it also made him even more confused, saying that if the sky is loved, the sky will be old, and the laws of heaven are nothing more than that, why is there a breakthrough today because of the mutual understanding of the two old men?

Unable to understand for a while, Zheng Ye sat aside and looked at the two old men quietly.

"Okay, I'll take the words, and I'll give you a pair of pen and ink!" Wu Daoan laughed.

After Hong Zhengbang handed over the brush, he grinded for Wu Daoan very tacitly.

Wu Lao was very happy today, holding the wolf in his hand and scolding Fang Xuan!

"After the green silk intersects, the flow of water for a hundred years.

The laughter is as old as ever, and Xiao Shu's temples have been spotted. ”

"Okay! The pen is vigorous and vigorous, and the little uncle lives up to the courage of the year!

"Haha, you're a Hong Zhengbang, and you're laughing at me, aren't you?

……

The two elders have a tacit understanding and have been nostalgic for each other for a long time.

"Oops!" After half a sound, Wu Lao suddenly reacted and actually snubbed Zheng Ye.

"Engong, I'm really sorry, the little old man just ......"

Zheng Ye waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you guys play yours." ”

"That'...... Is Engong interested in calligraphy?" As soon as the words came out, Wu Lao himself felt a little embarrassed by the words he spoke.

How old is Zheng, how can he know calligraphy? This is all a hobby for the elderly!

Hong Zhengbang also smiled, and he really couldn't figure out why Uncle Xiao would be so flattering to Zheng.

Calligraphy? He's the size of my little granddaughter, and he doesn't even know how to hold a brush, right?

However, to the surprise of the second elder, Zheng Ye actually hesitated, then stood up, walked directly to the desk, and took the brush from Wu Lao's hand!

"Little friend...... You also know calligraphy?" Hong Zhengbang said in surprise.

Zheng didn't answer, just held a pen in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

Wu Lao suddenly regretted a little and asked casually.

He and Hong Zhengbang are the leading masters in the Beiliang calligraphy industry, and are respected as calligraphy immortals and calligraphy saints by the Beiliang calligraphy industry. Not to mention that Zheng Ye is so young, even those old men of the Beiliang City Calligraphy Association almost dare not make an axe in front of the two of them.

The main thing is that the gap is too big!

And the word is good, good is good, bad is bad, at a glance.

Zheng Ye is writing it now, isn't it self-inflicted?

A moment later, Zheng also put pen to paper.

Wu Lao hurriedly glanced at Hong Lao, and the meaning was already very obvious.

Hong Zhengbang understood and nodded slightly,

Since Uncle Xiao is like this, then, no matter how ugly the words Zheng Ye will write, he must also praise them!

Zheng Ye stood straight, with one hand behind his back, his eyes still did not open, but his right hand quickly put down the pen, and the pen walked in one go.

Almost just for a moment,

There are eight more words on the rice paper!

"Hum~"

When Zheng Ye put away his pen, Wu Daoan, who was standing next to him grinding for Zheng Ye, was shocked!

stared at those eight big characters so stupidly that I forgot to breathe.

Standing on the other side of the desk, Hong Zhengbang, who had not yet seen the handwriting, saw Zheng Ye put away the pen, so he hurriedly applauded: "Okay, good, let's not talk about anything else, the momentum of Xiaoyou's writing is already very good, if you practice more, when you reach our age, you will definitely be able to reach our level!"

After Mr. Hong finished praising him, seeing that Mr. Wu hadn't spoken yet, he couldn't help but be stunned, didn't the look of Uncle Xiao just now make me praise? Impossible, our tacit understanding can't be wrong!

Glancing at Wu Daoan again, Hong Zhengbang almost laughed.

"Uncle Xiao turned out to be a drama master! This expression is also in place, as if he really saw some peerless treasure, hehe, hey, Uncle Xiao!" Hong Zhengbang forced a smile and walked towards the desk, glancing at it nonchalantly.

"Hum~"

The moment he saw the eight big characters, Hong Zhengbang also froze!

The expression is more exaggerated than Wu Daoan,

The bloodshot eyes were wide open, and a mouthful of saliva was stuck in the throat, and I couldn't swallow it for a while.

After a long time!

"Ahem, cough~" Wu Lao's face was flushed with spitting, and Hong Zhengbang coughed straight from the mouthful of saliva.

"This ......" The two elders looked at each other again, both shocked!

"Women are weak, but mothers are strong!"

"Good words, good words, no, it's just a stroke of genius!"

"It's really an iron painting silver hook, and the power penetrates the back of the paper! Engong, I really didn't expect that your calligraphy has actually reached the realm of transformation! Little old man worships!" Wu Daoan was shocked in his heart, and he now had some doubts that Zheng Ye was not a master of rejuvenation.

Otherwise, how could this brush be so well written?

"Zheng Xiaoyou, little Lao'er is ashamed, I won't tell you, just now Xiao Lao'er was ready to see your joke, this ...... I really don't know Taishan!" Hong Zhengbang's face was full of shame.

"Haha, it seems that the names of our two old sons Beiliang Book Saint and Book Immortal can't be kept!" The two elders were excited, they didn't expect to be able to see such a miracle in their lifetime, it was comparable to the book saint Wang Xizhi!

Zheng Ye suddenly sighed, put his hands behind his back, and raised his head high.

"Women are weak, mothers are strong!" These eight words are the words that have reverberated in his heart day and night in the past five years.

That scene five years ago made him really feel the meaning of this sentence!

Until then, he couldn't feel these eight words at all,

Before that, he couldn't have imagined that his gentle, dignified and virtuous mother, who was powerless, could burst out with such great strength and become so strong and tough!

"Eun Gong?"

"Zheng Xiaoyou?"

The two elders looked at Zheng Ye's sentimental appearance, and then contacted the eight big characters on the rice paper, and guessed the story behind Zheng Ye!

"It's okay!" Zheng Ye waved his hand, restrained his emotions, and sat down on his own.

"Uncle Xiaoshi, in the future, I will have Zheng Xiaoyou to accompany you to learn calligraphy, and I will also make a wish. Uncle Junior, Zheng Xiaoyou, it's not too early, I won't leave the two of you!" Hong Zhengbang's face suddenly changed, and he resolutely gave the order to expel the guest.

A few days ago, as soon as the oath was posted, Hong Zhengbang personally went to the Ye family in the provincial capital with a huge amount of money to rescue Ye Wulin.

After all, in the entire martial arts world of Yunhai Province, Ye Wulin is the first person with a name and surname, and he has strong internal strength, as long as he goes out, the Tan family's internal strength master will also have to kneel!

However, he waited for two days, but he didn't even see Ye Wulin's face, and the contemporary head of the family only said that Ye Wulin was in retreat, and he would definitely tell him when he left the customs.

He had no choice but to leave 100 million money and hurriedly returned.

This wait is three days, and he has been worried for the past few days, first arranging for all the female dependents to secretly live in the military compound controlled by Wu Daoan, and then arranging personnel inside and outside the Hong Mansion, inside and outside the three floors.

Now, Ye Wulin has not responded, I am afraid that he is unwilling to make a move, he is almost dead, and when he saw Wu Daoan for the last time today, he was already content, and he did not want Wu Daoan and Zheng to be poisoned again.

"You old fool, didn't I tell you, with Engong here, you can sleep in peace!" Wu Daoan immediately scolded.

Hong Zhengbang's old face stiffened, and he secretly said in his heart: "It seems that Uncle Xiao still doesn't know the power of a strong person with internal strength! Also, he is not a real martial artist after all." Hey, don't be soft-hearted at this time!"

Thinking of this, Hong Zhengbang shouted: "Come on, send off guests!"

As soon as the words fell, several Hong Jiajun rushed in outside the door.

"Hey, you old fool, don't you know what I'm telling you?" Wu Daoan was anxious, for fear of angering Zheng Ye.

"Uncle Junior, my Hong family's daughters rely on you to take care of you. The rivers and lakes are far away, and there will be no time in the future!" Hong Zhengbang gritted his teeth and said the last goodbye sentence, and walked out.

"Hong Zhengbang, you really live more and more and fall back!" Wu Daoan scolded.

At this moment, Zheng also spoke: "Okay, you go back!"

Zheng Ye's words Wu Daoan didn't dare to disobey, and after thinking about it, too, he is completely redundant here, with Zheng Ye, everything is worry-free!

Immediately, Wu Daoan said to Hong Zhengbang: "You fool, forget it, you will know when that person comes, I'll go, let Engong be here!"

After speaking, he didn't wait for Hong Zhengbang to respond, he raised his legs and left, he was really a little worried about the group of Hong family daughters in the military compound.

Zheng Xiaoyou ...... "Seeing that Wu Daoan was gone, Hong Zhengbang breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Wu Daoan would come with him.

"Needless to say, go get busy with you!" Zheng also said categorically.

"But ......" How can Hong Zhengbang bear Zheng Ye to accompany the funeral, and he will immediately use it again.

At this moment,

The housekeeper of the Hong Mansion shouted from afar: "Master Hong, here, here!"