The reason why Zhang Ao looked at this character was because there were only two words on it, one was 'war' and the other was 'kill'.

This completely reflected the portrayal of his real life in his previous life when he was in the Xiuzhen Continent, so he took a second look.

However, the person who wrote this character only had a gorgeous font, but he did not give the word 'war' and the word 'kill' the kind of warlike and murderous momentum.

So when he heard Mu Yaoyao's words, Zhang Ao shook his head and said, "No need, this painting is just a façade, and it's not worth liking." ”

"Yo, it's quite a big breath!~!" A yin and yang strange voice suddenly sounded from the mouth of the young man who came with Ouyang Xun and Mu Yaoyao: "Boy." Do you know that this character is one of the masterpieces of Master Huang, the first person in contemporary calligraphy, how many powerful and famous people spend a lot of money to buy it from Master Huang, but Master Huang is not willing to sell it, and you are now ashamed to say that this character is not worthy of your liking. ”

The young man's voice was loud. At once, it attracted the attention of everyone in the entire exhibition hall.

"Ah, who is this kid, who dares to insult Master Huang's works like this. ”

"Yes, this painting is one of Master Huang's masterpieces, this kid dares to say that. ”

"I guess it's the son of a nouveau riche, and I haven't seen much of the world, so I don't know Master Huang's calligraphy, and I don't know that Master Huang's calligraphy is even if it uses more money. Master Huang doesn't sell it either!!~"

Listening to everyone's discussions, Ouyang Xun couldn't help but look at the young man with some frowns, and asked the young man with his eyes, why did the young man deliberately embarrass Zhang Ao.

But the young man pretended not to see it and continued to say to Zhang Ao: "Boy." I heard it, and now I know that Master Huang's work is not something that a small turtle like you can judge at all. ”

"Sikong Ming, who do you say is the little turtle. In an instant, hearing that the young man actually claimed that Zhang Ao was a little turtle, Mu Yaoyao immediately glared at Sikong Ming angrily.

But Sikong Ming said disapprovingly: "Yaoyao, isn't it, he doesn't even know Master Huang's handwriting, isn't he a little turtle?"

"You!~!!" Mu Yaoyao was even more angry, only this time she just spoke.

Zhang Ao swept to Sikong Ming disdainfully and said: "I don't know this garbage word is a small turtle, so you who regard this garbage word as a treasure masterpiece, are you not even as good as a small turtle." ”

"Hmph~!" Suddenly, with a cold snort, an old man in his sixties walked over with an angry face and said, "Young man, you are the first one who dares to call the word "old decay" rubbish. ”

Zhang Ao was slightly stunned, then looked at the old man and said, "So, you are the owner of this painting, Master Huang?"

"That's right, old Huang Shengwen. The old man sneered with a smile on his face: "Young man, listen to what you mean, since you dare to call this old character rubbish, then you should have a better masterpiece in your hand than the old and decayed character." ”

"No~!~!" Zhang Ao shook his head lightly, which made everyone see it, and they couldn't help but talk about it again.

But also at this time. Zhang Ao said: "Although I don't have it, I can write a better work than yours." ”

"What, you?" all the guests in the entire exhibition opened their mouths wide, and it was Master Huang, who was also full of disbelief.

After all, as a calligrapher, only he knows best that if he wants to write a good work, it is impossible to come up with any good work without decades of training.

But Zhang Aocai is mostly in his teens and twenties.

"Young man, you say such a big thing, aren't you afraid of flashing your tongue. ”

Hearing Master Huang's words. Zhang Ao smiled indifferently: "Are you talking big, you bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, let me write it, and you will know." ”

"Okay, good, this is what you said, but I want to see how you can write better works than old decay at your age. Master Huang, who was full of anger, immediately shouted behind him: "Come on, bring me the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

Because Master Huang is a leading calligrapher, wherever he goes, there is an endless stream of people who ask him for words.

So wherever he went, he took his entourage and waited for him with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone at any time.

So as soon as I heard his yelling. His attendants immediately brought up pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"Young man, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are here, please, let the old man see your masterpiece. ”

Ouyang Xun and Mu Yaoyao both knew that Master Huang was a master of calligraphy, and Zhang Ao actually wanted to force Master Huang to compare calligraphy, which was simply asking for hardship.

So the two of them couldn't help but pull Zhang Ao at the same time and said, "Zhang Ao!~!"

"It's okay!~!" Zhang Ao smiled lightly at Mu Yaoyao and Ouyang Xun, signaling them to rest assured, and then took a pen and dipped it in ink.

Then I also wrote the word 'war' and the word 'kill'.

"Master Huang, how does the word 'war' and the word 'kill' compare with the word 'war' and the word 'kill' you wrote. Zhang Ao, who put down his pen and ink, raised his face and said lightly to Master Huang.

"This ...... How is this possible!~!" Master Huang looked at the words 'battle' and 'kill' written by Zhang Ao.

I couldn't help but be shocked for a while.

Because the word 'war' written by Zhang Ao is really like being in a battlefield of ancient and modern times, full of fighting spirit, like thousands of troops.

And the word 'kill' is like a killing god descending, that kind of killing intent that soars to the sky. It makes people feel an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

It can be said that the two words written by Zhang Ao seem to give them vitality, so that the meaning of the word 'war' and the word 'kill' are all vividly displayed.

So looking at the words 'war' and 'kill' he wrote, Master Huang only felt that this was really just as Zhang Ao said before, this was just a piece of garbage with gorgeous fonts and no appearance.

is incomparable with what Zhang Ao wrote.

In fact, not only Master Huang, but also everyone in the entire exhibition hall was deeply shocked by the words Zhang Ao said.

Who would have thought that such a young man would be a calligrapher whose calligraphy is even better than that of Master Huang.

Especially Mu Yaoyao and Ouyang Xun, after being shocked, Mu Yaoyao immediately hugged Zhang Ao's arm excitedly and said: "Wow, Zhang Ao, it's really yours, I didn't expect you to be not only a scholar, but even calligraphy is so good, your calligraphy is simply the one that beats Master Huang!~!"

Seeing that Mu Yaoyao was so excited because of Zhang Ao.

Especially Mu Yaoyao hugged Zhang Ao's arm. So much so that the pair of mountains in front of him were clinging to Zhang Ao's arms without knowing it.

Sikong Ming's face was about to turn green, he had seen that Mu Yaoyao's attitude towards Zhang Ao was very unusual, so he deliberately wanted to make Zhang Ao ugly.

But who would have thought that Zhang Ao not only did not make a fool of himself, but also showed himself in the limelight, which made Mu Yaoyao worship him even more.

After a long while, Master Huang said as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Young man, the old man admits that your handwriting is just like what this little girl said. Completely better than the old one, but the most good thing about the old decay is not calligraphy, but painting, this dragon picture. It's also the work of the old man, the old man wants to compare with you again, young man, do you dare?"

"What, Shenlong Tu. Master Huang actually wanted to compare the Divine Dragon Diagram with this young man. In an instant, seeing Master Huang take out the Divine Dragon Diagram, the entire exhibition hall was discussing again.

Because the painting just now is just one of Master Huang's masterpieces.

And now this picture of the dragon. It is the most proud of all Master Huang's masterpieces.

Even Zhang Ao looked at this dragon picture, and he was slightly surprised, because of the dragon on this dragon picture.

It was actually painted by Master Huang into three points, vivid. It's as if there really is a dragon in this dragon picture.

But in the end, after retracting his gaze from the Divine Dragon Diagram, Zhang Ao still sighed and shook his head: "Not bad, not bad, what a Divine Dragon Diagram, but unfortunately there is still something missing." ”

"Is there anything missing?" Master Huang, who thought that this divine dragon picture was already perfect, immediately said: "What's missing, young man, you should tell the old man about it?"

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