This poetry salon, in Zuo Yang's view, is a hype and show.

But in Xuan Lao's opinion, it is unsightly and insulting.

Something that doesn't make sense.

Is that also worthy of being called poetry?

Is there a little bit of poetic beauty?

Let's talk about calligraphy, syringe calligraphy, crazy calligraphy.

was even more angry, and the old man trembled.

I almost pointed at this gang of deceitful people and scolded them.

A bunch of things that don't serve as sons of man.

Although Xuan Lao is a turtle, he is a spirit turtle that has only lived for 800 years.

Royal gardens, I have heard of the great Confucian emperors, and taught many princes.

The family has seen countless amazing and brilliant talents.

For eight hundred years, Xuan Lao has been exposed to his ears and eyes, and he is also contaminated with talent.

Where have you ever seen such an unsightly poetry and calligraphy?

How can you not be angry.

Zuo Yang didn't care, these masters praised each other's business.

He's here to eat.

After being disappointed and losing interest, Zuo Yang began to concentrate on enjoying the food.

Fruit snacks, barbecue salad, Zuo Yang ate devotedly.

Also eat attentively.

As the food went down, Zuo Yang felt that every cell in his whole body was ignited.

It's warm, as if it's on fire.

It's really strange and wonderful.

This is the subtlety and magic of the skill ————Devouring Qi Refining: LV1.

While eating, Zuo Yang was extremely focused, enjoying and comforting with a face.

The pure vitality in the dantian is constantly being condensed and strengthened.

"My great and wealthy master, your dog I strongly recommend, our family's food in the future. ”

"It should be raised to this level. ”

Rhubarb hugged a roast suckling pig and suggested with a mouth full of oil.

The roast suckling pig is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the dog rhubarb has never been eaten.

It's like something so delicious.

The bones that the dog has eaten are now thrown directly to the Tibetan mastiff with a blank eye on the side.

Rhubarb has never been more extravagant than it is today.

At this time, the poetry salon was in a state of praise and praise.

The atmosphere was warm and reached a climax.

Entered the live auction stage.

"The first work, the presentation of a new art form. ”

"A new syringe calligraphy poem from Xiao Lao. ”

When the first lot was framed and brought up, the host introduced it enthusiastically.

"Xiao Lao's works have led the calligraphy and trendy art creation form, and I have contributed 20,000 yuan ............. ”

"This poem, exquisite and atmospheric, is a rare masterpiece of Xiao Lao, I paid 30,000 yuan ....... ”

"Xiao Lao pioneered, syringe calligraphy art, the work is rare to see, and very collectible, I gave 50,000 ............. ”

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For a while, the scene was hot.

Xiao Lao's syringe calligraphy works were highly touted by a group of young people.

Its value is rising.

For example, Master Yang and other literary masters are also very much praised each other.

They have praised Xiao Lao, the artistic value of syringe calligraphy works.

A new chapter in the field of calligraphy was opened.

Xiao Lao was also in the midst of praise and praise.

It is the spring breeze that is proud, and the heart is happy.

However, the next moment, Xiao Lao suddenly changed color.

The face turned from sunny to cloudy.

"Hmph, this yellow-mouthed kid really doesn't know how to learn. ”

Xiao Lao, who was originally proud of the spring breeze, suddenly lowered his face and scolded angrily.

This made the originally warm atmosphere quiet at this moment.

Everyone followed Xiao Lao's angry gaze.

I happened to see Zuo Yang concentrating on indulging in food.

There was an expression of enjoyment on his face, and he was eating a lot over there.

Even now, Zuo Yang didn't notice the movement here.

Keep your eyes on the food and don't look this way at all.

This made Xiao Lao, who was already cold-faced, even more gloomy in his eyes.

Everyone is praising his work.

He is regarded as a master of calligraphy and respected as a great artist.

When he enjoys success and enjoys the thrill of fame and fortune.

Suddenly, however, he discovered that there was a young man who was dismissive of his work.

I wasn't even interested in his work.

I'd rather eat there than take a second look at his work.

This made him feel very uncomfortable.

Zuo Yang is particularly unpleasant in his eyes.

"Hmph, it's really rotten wood that can't be carved. ”

"This son is also worthy of participating in our literary events?"

Master Yang also had a cold face, pointing at Zuo Yang and asking loudly.

He is the same as Xiao Lao, Zuo Yang's indifference makes him particularly uncomfortable.

It's like a fish in the throat, and it's very uncomfortable.

People like them, with many titles of masters.

Got used to people's praise and touting.

Maybe they can't remember, those who admired them and praised them.

But you must remember that those who are not interested in their work, or who have a negative opinion.

They are especially sensitive to this type of person.

It's disgusting.

[Ding, get 100 points of negative evaluation sentiment value from Xiao Tonghe]

[Ding, get 100 points of negative evaluation sentiment value from Xiao Tonghe]

[Ding, get a negative evaluation sentiment value of 100 points from Yang Kangbo]

[Ding, get a negative evaluation sentiment value of 100 points from Yang Kangbo]

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Zuo Yang didn't notice it at all, while he was focusing on eating big.

The prompt sounded intensively, and a large wave of emotions surged.

You can't stop it.

Two large grain producers are frantically contributing emotional points to him.

"Who is this person, is he here to eat?"

"Who brought this poor man in?"

"Is he a beggar............? ”

"Oh my God, how could such a person appear in a literary event such as a poetry salon. ”

"Even Xiao Lao's works don't know how to admire, can he still be productive in this life?"

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For a while, the followers of the masters pointed at Zuo Yang one after another.

While giving cold eyes, mockery and contempt continued.

There was a look of utter disdain on his face.

[Ding, gain 50 points of negative disdain from Chai Wenbing]

[Ding, get a negative evaluation from Wang Junliang with an emotion value of 30 points]

[Ding, gain 100 points of negative disgust from He Pengfei]

[Ding, gain 50 points of negative disdain from Xue Kaile]

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The prompt sound sounded intensively, and Zuo Yang didn't know that he was harvesting a lot of emotional value.

In the midst of eating, Zuo Yang enjoyed his face, and the pure vitality in the dantian was condensed again.

At this time, Zuo Yang was almost six points full.

"Hmph, just wait for that unsightly, bullshit poem. ”

"Also worthy of the eyes of my young master?"

Xuan Lao couldn't help it anymore, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he scolded in a cold voice with disdain.

These people are not the Son of Man.

It's insulting, and the poems written are bullshit.

He actually has the face to turn around, verbally attacking his master.

What is the level of your own poetry and calligraphy?

How can there be such a shameless person in the world.

"Who are you?"

"Hmph, you dare to belittle our works?"

Xiao Lao's face turned red with anger, and he asked angrily through gritted teeth.

I only felt a wave of anger rushing straight at his head.

'Unsightly, bullshit'.

It was the first time he had heard someone denigrate his work in this way.

"I'm just a housekeeper in the young master's family. ”

Xuan Lao replied proudly.

Flicked his sleeves, and his body exuded an air of elegance.

"Today, I will let you see what true poetry and calligraphy are. ”

Xuan Lao was very disdainful and glanced at the masters.

It is unceremonious, unceremoniously, spreading out a piece of rice paper.

Pick up the brush, wave the pen, and read while writing: "In the previous life, Wuyi Lane, the moon tide was empty, and the plain face was looking, and the north city wall, the laurel tree has been covered with fire." ”

"The white sideburns are wrinkled, the bamboo cane is long, the finches are hissing, the north wind is barren, and only the eyebrow line is long. ”

Xuan Lao swept away, and returned to Zuo Yang with a flick of the pen.

Stand aside.

It seems that there is only his own young master in his eyes, and no one else is in his eyes.

However.

Xuan Lao's hand made the masters who were originally disdainful and sneered.

It was completely shocked, and the scene was silent.

Incredible looking, Xuan Lao's poems and calligraphy works.

The young followers of the masters did not dare to speak either.

Xuan Lao's calligraphy and poems are full of impact, and they can't say what is good.

But what is certain is that this poetry and calligraphy are excellent.

Much better than the works of the masters.