At the age of nine?

Confusing the real with the fake?

Depend on!

Li Murong's face completely turned hideous.

Do you mean to tell Lao Tzu that Lao Tzu's calligraphy is not as good as that of a nine-year-old child?

"Damn, okay, since that's the case, then you can write a notebook and take a look!"

Li Murong forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and his eyes seemed to be about to cut Ye Tian with a thousand knives.

Ye Tian was slightly stunned.

He didn't expect that Li Murong would be able to suppress the anger in his heart at this time.

Interesting, it seems that this Li Murong's obsession with calligraphy is really unbelievable.

Otherwise, according to normal people's thoughts, because he was too angry, he would directly let his gang of boxers beat Ye Tian violently.

The corners of Xiao Zhuge 's mouth twitched and almost turned into noodles.

He didn't believe that Ye Tianzhen had any ability to write Yan Ti.

Still fake and real?

Do you really think you're a fairy?

"Ye Xiaoyou, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense!" Xiao Zhuge turned around twice with his little eyes: "Our master treats each other politely, please come here, I don't listen to you, you should understand the situation that day." ”

"What's the current situation?" Ye Tian still looked like he was not afraid of the sky and the earth.

Since you Li Murong is a calligraphy idiot, then Lao Tzu will let you see it.

"Roar!"

As if to promote their strength, those big men roared at the same time as Ye Tian's words fell, took a step forward, and at the same time raised their feet and stomped on the ground, shaking the ground.

It was as if a giant beast had appeared.

This momentum, if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would have scared Li Murong out of his mind.

But Ye Tian didn't realize it, and didn't pay attention to Xiao Zhuge at all, but looked at Li Murong with a smile: "Really let me write?" ”

"Seriously!" Li Murong gritted his teeth and rattled: "Ye Tian, but, I have to say ugly things in front, if you can't write with a fake and real face, then don't blame me for being polite!" Not only do you have to do things for me, but you also have to listen to my orders and become one of my loyal dogs from today onwards, dare or not? ”

Ye Tian shrugged: "Want to bet with me?" ”

"Hehe, dare or not?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Li Murong's mouth, as if he was waiting for Ye Tian to jump into the trap he had dug.

Li Murong is worthy of being the master of the door, and at this time, he even knows how to dig a trap for Ye Tian.

Although he was angry, and for calligraphy, imitating Yan Zhenqing's font was what he Li Murong was most proud of.

Although he is a master of the family, he has a dream of calligraphy.

As early as more than ten years ago, Li Murong was just a teacher of Chinese studies, and he admired Chinese studies very much, especially Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy.

Even because of the influence of his father, Li Murong was practicing calligraphy when he was a child.

Not to mention now, even if more than ten years ago, Li Murong's face and body had reached the point of being superb, and there were few people in the whole of China who could compare with the face and body that he imitated.

It's just that later, Li Murong's parents were framed, and in order to abandon, they abandoned the pen and joined the martial arts in order to take revenge, and it took less than ten years to become the owner of the Jiangzhou branch of the Iron Fist Gate.

Li Murong has always regarded himself as a literati.

Unexpectedly, this Ye Tian was not very old, but he spoke wildly.

If it were someone else, Li Murong would probably have ordered him to be killed long ago.

However, Li Murong suddenly wanted to see if this Ye Tian's calligraphy was as good as he said*.

Soon, a piece of rice paper was spread out on the table.

A brush was also placed on top of the inkstone.

Ye Tian stood at the table, holding a brush in his hand, and the momentum of the whole person also changed.

If you talk about calligraphy, although Ye Tian has not practiced Zheng'er Bajing, after all, he was picked up by the master and returned to Wolong Mountain, and the master has been drawing all kinds of talismans, and even, Ye Jiulong also strangely used all kinds of calligraphy to let Ye Tian draw talismans.

Not to mention what kind of face it is, even if it is other fonts, Ye Tian can still write it.

is really not enough to worry about it.

Glancing at Li Murong, a faint smile tugged at the corner of Ye Tian's mouth: "Master Li, if I can really write a fake face, then I will also trouble Master Li." ”

"What?"

"Hehe, it's very simple, in the future, you Li Murong will be a dog of my Ye Tian, if I point to the east, you have to go east, and if I point to the west, you have to go west, how?"

"Damn!" With this sentence, not only Xiao Zhuge 's eyes were about to fall out, but even the more than 20 boxers felt that their ears must be stuffed with donkey hair.

Ye Tian, this kid, is not ashamed, does he want to use a pair of calligraphy and paintings to collect the iron fist gate of Jiangzhou under his hands?

A fool would say yes!

"Door master, although this Ye Tian has some means, he is too arrogant, let the brothers teach him a good lesson in a while!" Xiao Zhuge felt that there was no need to cooperate with Ye Tian.

Based on Ye Tian's words just now, Xiao Zhuge had already decided that Ye Tian was a hairless guy who couldn't do things.

Still imitating Yan Ti, still confusing the real with the fake, and still ambitious to annex the Jiangzhou Iron Fist Gate?

Do you think you're a god?

Damn, even if you start imitating Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy in your last life, it's good that you can imitate three points of charm.

Brag unblushingly.

"Okay, no problem!"

Unexpectedly, to everyone's surprise, Li Murong agreed.

Moreover, he promised very simply.

"Door Master!" Xiao Zhuge felt that his little heart was a little unbearable.

But after thinking about it, I was at ease.

Because, he didn't believe that Ye Tian could write anything with a fake face.

"Okay, a gentleman's word, a quick whip!" Ye Tian nodded, and was in a good mood.

Pen!

Brush Brush Brush!

After a few strokes, two words jumped on the page.

Calm!

It's just two simple words, but it is dignified and majestic, and it opens with momentum.

It seems that after reading these two words, it is really like seeing a vast grassland, and my heart is relaxed, and all my worries are swept away, and I think about it quietly.

Although Xiao Zhuge is Li Murong's advisor, he doesn't know calligraphy.

Seeing that Ye Tian wrote it out after a few strokes, he snorted coldly: "Okay, it's finished, come on, give him a beating for me first!" ”

In Xiao Zhuge 's opinion, Ye Tian's character can only be dog P.

"Wait!"

But who would have thought that Li Murong's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the two words written by Ye Tian with an incredible expression, and his expression became extremely excited.

Immediately, he didn't seem to be sure, and hurriedly shouted at Xiao Zhuge : "Quick, go and bring me Cao Guo!" ”

"Huh?" When Xiao Zhuge heard this, he was shocked: "Door master, what do you mean?" ”

"Where is so much nonsense, hurry up!" Li Murong was a little angry.

Xiao Zhuge realized that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly turned out of the back door of the villa.

Ye Tian was also very strange: "What do you mean, could it be that Cao Guorang who lives nearby?" ”