In the blink of an eye, Feng Yi had been away from the mountains for seven days.

When he came outside, he realized how complicated the outside world was compared to the world in the mountains.

No matter what you do, you need money, and in the blink of an eye, the money given to him by the village chief was spent, and among them, Feng Yi vaguely remembered that he seemed to have just eaten a few baked cakes with them.

Fortunately, Feng Yi has a delicate and free appearance, which is easy to arouse the favor of others, and from time to time someone will take the initiative to give him something to eat, otherwise he really doesn't know how long he can support it.

As for the problem of living, it is easy to solve, as long as it is night, Feng Yi will jump to the top of the high-rise building, and pass the time while cultivating, but it is also comfortable.

There is another thing that makes him feel tricky, that is, the Beijing he has always wanted to go to, and the location where he is located, there is no difference between the north and the south. It wasn't as easy as he imagined, and for a moment he was worried, and he understood more and more how useful the fancy things the village chief had given him.

On this day, Feng Yi was wandering on the streets, and suddenly there was an unprecedented bustle not far in front of him, and people gathered around him, and from time to time they let out a loud shout.

After all, Feng Yi is a teenager, and he likes to have a good time in everything, so he instantly put the problem of money behind him, and squeezed into the crowd with his flexible body.

As far as the eye could see, I saw an old man with gray hair, a flowing beard, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, who was writing a huge piece of white paper, dipped in angry ink.

Every time a word is written, there will be a burst of applause from the crowd.

Feng Yi is no stranger to calligraphy, when he was a teenager, he was deeply influenced by his grandfather in this regard, and he set the strengths of ancient people, which can be said to be self-contained.

Now I see that the old man is flying like a pen, full of energy, and has a lot of skill.

Looking at the few words he wrote again, Feng Yi's eyes lit up at first, and then dimmed again.

At first glance, the old man's words look like dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, which are unusually beautiful and eye-catching, but they can't stand careful scrutiny, in other words, they lack connotation and can't bear to look closely.

So in the cheers like a tide of cheers around him, Feng Yi's sigh was particularly harsh.

The old man who struggled to write was named Su Changqing, and he was a famous calligrapher in Yizhou City. Since childhood, he has studied Yan Ti, and after some hard practice, he has a lot of attainments, and in recent years, he has been personally instructed by Luo Xiaofei, a master of calligraphy and painting known as the saint of painting, and his attainments are deeper and more famous.

I have nothing to do today, go to this book market for a stroll, I can't stand everyone's begging, and I am interested together, so I spread paper and ink on the spot, and wave up.

The first three words were written very smoothly, and they were even more hearty in the praise of everyone, but when the last word was written, Feng Yi's heartfelt sigh pulled him out of the artistic conception, and it was impossible to enter the artistic conception just now at this time, and he couldn't help but look at Feng Yi with some annoyance.

Su Changqing looked at it, and what he looked at was a young man who had nothing to do, although he was born elegantly and very spiritually, but in Su Changqing's eyes, he was just a child, so he was more and more dissatisfied with the "indiscriminate" sigh he just had, and couldn't help but snort softly, and shouted at Fengyi: "Whose child is this, how did you run around?" ”

Feng Yi saw that Su Changqing looked at him with some annoyance, knowing that the sigh just now had disturbed him, a trace of guilt arose in his heart, and he said apologetically: "I'm sorry, this old gentleman." Just now, the kid only felt it, and I ask for your forgiveness. ”

"Feeling it? Hmph, that means you think my words really make you can't look at them, right? Su Changqing was even more dissatisfied, and said coldly.

Feng Yi has lived in the mountains for a long time, and is straightforward by nature, where does he understand these interpersonal interactions in the outside world, and he thought that Su Changqing was really thinking about him asking for advice, and said very seriously: "This pair of words has its shape, but it has no essence, it is like a dragon without eyes, and his eyes are like blind." The phoenix has no wings, and the ground follows the chicken. ”

Feng Yi's words caused a burst of laughter in the crowd, and they all accused Feng Yi of being young and frivolous and talking nonsense.

But Su Changqing was shocked in his heart, because the few words Feng Yi said were exactly what Luo Xiaofei said to him.

Su Changqing's expression immediately became solemn, and he no longer had any discrimination against Feng Yi because he was a weak-crowned young man.

Originally, there was a specialization in the art industry, and I heard that there was a sequence. The most important thing in art is talent and understanding, and judging artistic cultivation according to age is simply nonsense.

"This little brother, listening to what you said is very reasonable: reason, now the four words have been written into three, and there is still one missing, why don't you make up for it?"

Feng Yi is a bold and untwisted person, watching Su Changqing write for a long time, his hands have long been itchy, haha smiled, and said, "Why not!" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and took the brush in Su Changqing's hand, dipped it in ink, and stared at the paper, there were already three words on the paper, Feng Yi frowned slightly, and as soon as his figure stretched, the right hand holding the pen danced like a fly on the paper.

The moment Feng Yi moved the pen, Su Changqing's eyes opened suddenly, and the seemingly random wave had the majestic power of pulling mountains and mountains in Su Changqing's eyes.

The few people in the crowd who really knew calligraphy couldn't help but let out an exclamation at this time, and a pair of eyes were unconsciously attracted by Feng Yi's movements, and it was impossible to move away.

At the moment when Feng Yi moved the pen, Su Changqing obviously felt that Feng Yi had entered a supreme realm.

And this realm is something that he may not be able to achieve in his lifetime.

It's like a beautiful landscape painting, the scenery in the painting is so good, and he is just a spectator from the outside, he can appreciate the beauty of the painting, but he can never enter the painting.

Between the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, it seems to be just a moment, and it seems to be a long century, and a huge, like a soaring dragon, the word 'spring' jumps on the paper.

There was an invisible force pulling at people's eyes, as if they were going to pull them all in.

Su Changqing looked at this word deadly, as if he had seen the most precious thing in his life, and instantly fell into the kind of realm created by Feng Yi.

A book that could only be regarded as a fine book has suddenly risen to a superb price, and even those who do not know how to draw will be instinctively attracted to it after reading it.

ps: Yesterday, many relatives who hadn't seen each other for a long time reunited, and they had too much fun, so they couldn't update, Xiaoyun apologizes to all book friends! Add 10,000 words today to open a new volume!