Sun Ji was about to stop Wang Gang directly, what are you trying to do, people are professional authorities, they are digging a pit to make you jump down, why are you still stupid and take it seriously, are you stretching your face to be beaten?

Qin Feng smiled proudly, a little hairy child, he can't stand the provocation, today this is done, he will go up and give him a good "tasting and tasting" Oh, there is no crack on the ground, where will this kid drill in a while, ahhahaha, it's really fucking happy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Gang has a hundred years of calligraphy experience, not to mention Qin Feng and Meng Tao, even if the calligraphy saint climbs up from below, it is estimated that he will have to leave a praise to go back.

The system is super powerful today. Not only did he give the experience pill this artifact, but he also sent a poem.

Wang Gang is not a literati, Wang Gang has always thought that he is a blue-collar worker who eats by strength. But Wang Gang's ink, I couldn't help but be amazed when I read this poem, which writer wrote it, it's too classic. Wang Gang was going to choose two of them and write them down.

It's so suitable for you.

A portrayal of reality.

The double crit of perfect level calligraphy and top-level poetry, if this hits the face, hehe, just look at how thick the face of the calligraphy association is.

Wang Gang was really a little worried.

What are you worried about?

These old people look weak and unpopular, and they will be really angry to death one or two for a while, and they will no longer become sinners, and there seems to be no angry people in the law of China, well, go back and buy a few law books to see, this is terrible without culture.

Wang Gang really wrote it.

Wang's father and Wang's mother were nervous.

Wang's mother pinched the flesh on Wang's father's waist, and said anxiously, "Child, his father, is your son's calligraphy okay?" ”

Dad Wang said angrily: "You don't know your son, whose character is the dog crawling?" ”

Chen Wenwen hurriedly persuaded: "Uncle, auntie, don't care how the handwriting is, this tone must be drawn, you look at Wang Gang's momentum, go forward, the momentum is like a rainbow, we haven't lost the momentum!" ”

Huang Dehai hurriedly stepped forward and patted the fart, "That's it, uncle and aunt, look at Brother Gang's momentum, who else can I be, it's your two who have a good education, your son has ability, and your daughter has temperament, I will convince you two." ”

As soon as Huang Dehai's words came out, Wang's father and mother grinned, and looked at Huang Dehai with a much kinder look.

On the stage, Wang Gang held the brush, closed his eyes, and the ordinary brush in his hand seemed to be integrated with Wang Gang at this moment, reaching the realm of the unity of human and pen.

A literary hero's momentum emanated from Wang Gang's sweat pores, and an invisible wall of qi seemed to appear around Wang Gang's body, and outside the wall were all kinds of doubtful sights, contemptuous sights, and mocking sights.

Inside the wall, perseverance and unyielding, although tens of millions of people have gone to me, countless junjie seem to be leaning over Wang Gang's pen tip at this time.

A reinforced and iron-framed font appears on rice paper - horizontal.

The host Sun Ji ran to Wang Gang's side in a hurry to grab the brush in Wang Gang's hand, snatched it and showed himself here, so that people could not look down on Wang Gang. Mayor Jia was not idle, and followed Sun Ji to run over, thinking in his heart, this monster hugged him when he made a move, hey, I hope I can still leave half a life.

When Sun Ji saw this horizontal character, he was immediately frozen. This is......?

Mayor Jia followed behind Sun Ji, and saw that Sun Ji was frozen, his head was big, and Nima, the monster, actually used demon methods, which gave the little grandson of the family. No, I'm a party member, I'm a cadre of the people, and I'm not afraid of immobilization.

Mayor Jia rushed to Wang Gang's two meters away, and was attracted by Wang Gang's literati bones, and couldn't help but look at the rice paper.

At this glance, Mayor Jia was also frozen.

What is this, what is this, what style is this? Why did I get goosebumps all over my body after reading it, and there was something I couldn't say in my heart, this word could speak, this is not a word, this is an ancient sage by his side, in his mind, in his consciousness, Chunchun taught himself the truth of being a man.

The world is so wonderful, the truth of the world is so mysterious, Mayor Jia was brought to a fantasy realm by Wang Gang's words, and he could only understand the ineffable artistic conception, and the whole person was stupid and sublimated.

Wang Gang is writing.

Mayor Jia and Sun Ji became like wooden people, and their eyes didn't move. looked at Wang Gang's pen tip, as if his soul had been sucked away by the pen tip.

The audience can't see it, what are these people playing on stage?

"Is Mayor Jia sick again, how did this product become the mayor?"

"What's wrong with the host, are you stupid, hey, it's so funny, didn't Wang Gang write something amazing, I didn't dare to move when I scared these two people."

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"I'll go, have these two people been immobilized, why do I think they even have their hair frozen, the god of war is using witchcraft, right?"

"I guess I was scared, Wang Gang knew what kind of calligraphy, he must have been scared and cried. Hahaha, I'm happy to hear it. ”

Wang's father and mother were also nervous, and they all looked at Huang Dehai, wanting Huang Dehai to analyze and analyze.

Huang Dehai is messy, my brother, what kind of demon method are you using, how can I explain it.

Huang Dehai smiled awkwardly and said, "I think Brother Gang wrote it well and calmed people down." After saying that, Huang Dehai didn't believe it himself, he despised himself, it was vulgar, this sycophant must have been slapped on the horse's leg.

Wang Gang didn't feel any distractions from the outside world at all, and all his mind was immersed in his work. One stroke, one stroke, one horizontal, one vertical. Wang Gang's words seem to come to life, silently conveying something.

Wang Gang finished writing.

He took a long breath and raised his head, and the momentum on his body immediately disappeared, turning into an ordinary young man.

"Click" The microphone in Sun Ji's hand fell to the ground, and the sound of the speaker being blown off by the sound of the microphone falling exploded into a piercing noise. "Buzz"

Mayor Jia and Sun Ji woke up from the fantasy atmosphere created by the words.

"Sisi" and the two of them gasped at the same time.

A word jumped to the head "demonic".

The two of them forgot to be on the auction table, and they wanted to snatch this word into their arms before grabbing it, and they couldn't wait to read it forever, what a good word. What is a good word, this is a good word, a word that can talk to people's souls, this is called a word.

Wang Gang stopped the two people and said, "Hey, hey, what are you doing, I haven't done this Mobao yet, what do you want to do." ”

Sun Ji and Mayor Jia woke up and took a step back.

Sun Ji jumped up, picked up the microphone and shouted desperately: "Audience, God of War is finished, it's not good-looking, I personally collect this work, hahaha, ehaha, I collected it, no one can rob it for me, hehe, haha." ”

"Bang" Sun Ji was pressed to the wall by Wang Gang.

Mayor Jia also jumped up and shouted: "Haha, my, Xiaosun is hanging, this word is mine." No one can rob me. ”

"Bang" Mayor Jia and Xiao Sun pressed the wall together.

Offstage.

"I'll go, Wang Gang is pressing the mayor against the wall, this is annoyed and angry."

"Call the police, the god of war is berserk."

"Let's get on it together, can't he fight?"

"I guess it's hanging, or run away."

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"The god of war has gone berserk, and the mayor has been pressed against the wall."

"I'll go, there's a good show, melon seeds drink mineral water."

"Why do the hosts and Mayor Jia mean that they want to rob Wang Gang's Mobao?"

"What Mobao, the calligraphy association is called Mobao, and what Wang Gang wrote is called calligraphy."

"Thorn" Sun Ji and Mayor Jia struggled out of the wall.

The two of them trotted to the front of the table and stared at Wang Gang, who nodded.

The two of them held up Wang Gang's words one by one.

Wang Gang held the microphone and read it in a heavy mood.

Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu, bowing his head and being willing to be a son of a cow. Hide in a small building and become a unity, taking care of him in winter, summer and spring and autumn. ”

As soon as the two sentences came out, the people below were stunned.

Those who are close to see Wang Gang's words have their souls flying out, and they have fallen into the illusion of words, and those who are far away can't see the words but can hear the poem, this sentence is absolutely amazing, is this what Wang Gang wrote? Isn't this a martial artist, Nima, who said that Wang Gang was vulgar, Nima can write this kind of sentence and the person who can write this kind of sentence is rude to you.

It's crazy online.

Countless netizens fell into the artistic conception of the text.

"Good word."

"Good poetry."

"The god of war is super god."

The atmosphere of the whole scene was furious, and several people from the calligraphy association were stunned. What is this unfolding, is it not the right way to open yourself? Qin Feng's eyes widened, and he looked at Wang Gang's Mobao incredulously. This, this, what level is this. Words can have such a force, constantly impacting their hearts, what a shocking feeling.

Meng Tao's lips began to tremble, he had written for so many years and tasted poems for so many years. Is this a vulgar martial artist who he despises? It's so powerless.

The audience below shouted.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

"Oh my God, is this what Wang Gang wrote?"

"The pen of genius, flying immortals outside the sky, words can no longer describe it."

"God of War, I'm going to give you a monkey."

Sun Ji and Mayor Jia smiled at each other with shy old faces.

It's a shame, I still want to save Wang Gang's face, can people use it, what is a blockbuster. Just look at the atmosphere of the audience below.

"Quack" didn't know who took the lead, and the audience began to applaud, whether it was because of Wang Gang's words or Wang Gang's poems. The applause was about to explode Wanda Plaza, and apart from applause, there was no sound to be heard.

The words are good there, and most of the people present don't know and can't say anything. But everyone who saw Wang Gang's character had one thought, this is a good word, I want to have it, I want to treasure him, no matter how others rob him, I must possess him, this is a priceless treasure.

Only Meng Tao and Qin Feng knew what realm Wang Gang's Mobao had reached, which was the realm of impacting the human soul. He integrates the insights in life into his own words, pursues detachment, and pursues the mysterious truth of the universe. This Nima shouldn't be in this world.

The disaster in the literary world is coming, the layman may not understand, as soon as Wang Gang's words appear today, it is like a mountain pressing on the chests of all literati, coiled, and Wang Gang's words will appear in his mind every time he mentions the pen in the future, this is a cage, he can't go over this mountain, he can't run out of this cage, his life is wasted, how can he write things in the future.