?? After a pause, Liu Xiaoyuan continued: "President Meng, try calligraphy with your grandson, I think I should close my eyes and write, otherwise it will be bad if I don't win with martial arts!"

Liu Xiaoyuan said this, it was clear that he regarded Meng Hao as a child, and he didn't take him in his eyes at all, so angry that Meng Hao's face was blue and very ugly.

For Liu Xiaoyuan's words, the people present didn't believe it, because even they couldn't do it. If they were blindfolded, they would not be sure that the words they could write would be better than Meng Hao's.

At this moment, even Zhao Qianhai felt that Liu Xiaoyuan pretended to be a little too much, and walked to Liu Xiaoyuan's side and said, "Mr. Liu......"

However, as soon as Zhao Qianhai finished speaking, he was interrupted by Liu Xiaoyuan, and said to him with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, just put your heart in your stomach." ”

Zhao Qianhai saw that Liu Xiaoyuan was stubborn and couldn't say anything, but he was still worried that Liu Xiaoyuan would lose.

However, Zhao Qianhai's apprentice Li Chenggong believed in Liu Xiaoyuan more, comforted his master, and let Zhao Qianhai relax.

Meng Yisong saw Liu Xiaoyuan kill himself, of course he was so happy. In fact, Meng Yisong was really worried that Liu Xiaoyuan's calligraphy level was very high, and he was afraid that he would be better than his grandson.

Now it's okay, Liu Xiaoyuan took the initiative to ask to close his eyes, which is definitely a loss, because if he Meng Yisong closes his eyes and writes, he may not be able to win.

Although calligraphy is written by hand, the eyes are very important, and if you close your eyes, the slightest mistake can make the gesture longer or shorter......

"Mr. Liu, are you sure you want to close your eyes and write?" Meng Yisong asked.

Liu Xiaoyuan nodded and said, "Of course I'm sure, if you don't believe it, you can find a piece of cloth now, and I'll blindfold it when I write." ”

"No, I believe that Mr. Liu is a righteous gentleman and will do what he says!" Meng Yisong said with a smile.

Because if you close your eyes and open them a little secretly, you can see it if you are not blind. Therefore, Meng Yisong didn't have to worry about Liu Xiaoyuan secretly opening his eyes when he was writing.

"Then Mr. Liu, is it time to start writing?" Meng Yisong then asked.

Because Meng Yisong, like his grandson, couldn't wait to see Liu Xiaoyuan make a fool of himself, and then used this to humiliate Zhao Qianhai.

"No problem, please take away your grandson's broken paper, don't affect my mood!" Liu Xiaoyuan's words were extremely ugly, and Meng Yisong's face became ugly when he heard it, let alone Meng Hao.

What is broken paper, what is affected mood, it is simply too presumptuous and arrogant.

Okay! I'm going to make you arrogant now, and I'll see how I clean you up!

Meng Yisong asked Meng Hao to take away his ink treasure, Liu Xiaoyuan stood in the middle of the bookcase, then looked at Meng Yisong and said, "President Meng, please grind the ink for me!"

This kid actually asked President Meng to polish his ink, who did he think he was? It's so presumptuous, if it weren't for everyone here, the old man would really want to go up and fight him.

Meng Yisong's face was also blue, thinking that you are the oldest, let the president of the Tangtang Calligraphy Association polish the ink for you, it seems that you are not qualified for this.

Seeing the look on Meng Yisong's face, Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile: "President Meng, do you think that I don't have the qualifications to let you polish ink, don't worry, you will know later, I definitely have the qualifications to let you grind ink, and you will feel extremely honored for this!"

Saying this, everyone present received that Liu Xiaoyuan blew the cowhide through the sky and blew it to the edge.

"Boy, what are you capable of letting my grandfather sharpen ink!" Meng Hao pointed at Liu Xiaoyuan and said angrily.

Liu Xiaoyuan glanced at Meng Hao, took a brush on the pen stand, and said with a smile: "Even your garbage is qualified to let President Meng grind ink, let alone me!"

"You ......" Meng Hao was suddenly speechless by Liu Xiaoyuan's anger, and pointed at Liu Xiaoyuan for a while before saying, "Boy, you have a kind of ...... of what you just said."

"Xiao Hao, shut up for me! This is not a vegetable market, not a place for quarrels. Meng Yisong interrupted Meng Hao's words, seemingly talking about his grandson, but in fact he was talking about Liu Xiaoyuan, telling Liu Xiaoyuan that this is not a vegetable market, not a place to take advantage of his tongue, but a place to see the truth under his hands.

Liu Xiaoyuan pretended to be confused, playing with the brush in his hand, where there was a little calligraphy in it, as if a three-year-old child was doing homework without work, playing with the pen in his hand.

"President Meng, sharpen the ink. Liu Xiaoyuan looked at Meng Yisong and said with a smile.

"Mr. Liu, I'll help you grind!" Li Chenggong stepped forward and said.

Liu Xiaoyuan waved his hand and said: "You don't need to come, this ink still needs to be cooked by President Meng, just now President Meng was able to sharpen ink for his grandson, and he must be able to polish ink for me, because my calligraphy level is much higher than his grandson." ”

Meng Yisong's eyes narrowed, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, the old man will come to sharpen the ink for you, and if the words you write are not as good as my grandson, then how about you drink this ink?"

When the people present heard this, they all felt that Meng Yisong's move was poisonous enough, but when they thought that Liu Xiaoyuan was so arrogant, it was not too much to deal with him in such a way.

"No problem at all!" Liu Xiaoyuan agreed without hesitation.

Seeing that Liu Xiaoyuan agreed, Meng Yisong immediately began to sharpen ink for Liu Xiaoyuan.

Meng Yisong thought in his heart while grinding the ink: "Hmph, boy, let you be arrogant for a while, and I'll see how you drink the ink later!"

"Oh, President Meng, what are you grinding so much ink for? Do you want me to write a pair of ink treasures of several thousand words?" Liu Xiaoyuan saw that Meng Yisong was constantly grinding ink, and the ink in the inkstone was almost full, Meng Yisong's move was obviously to take revenge on Liu Xiaoyuan, thinking that Liu Xiaoyuan would lose, sharpen a little more ink, and let Liu Xiaoyuan drink a little more later.

Meng Yisong's move can be said to be Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone present feels that it is completely Liu Xiaoyuan's own effort.

Meng Yisong didn't speak, and saw that the ink was almost full of inkstone, so he gave up.

"President Meng, have you polished it?" asked Liu Xiaoyuan with a smile, obviously not worried about losing at all.

Meng Yisong said: "It's polished, please write quickly!"

Hmph, boy, I want to see what you can write? If you don't drink the ink from this inkstone today, the old man will eat the brush live!

"Okay, no problem, I'll write. Liu Xiaoyuan smiled and spread out a piece of rice paper, pressed both sides of the rice paper with a paperweight, and then picked up the brush in his hand and stuck a little ink on the inkstone.

Everyone's eyes immediately followed the brush in Liu Xiaoyuan's hand, wanting to see what kind of words Liu Xiaoyuan could write with his eyes closed.

However, Liu Xiaoyuan's hand holding the brush stopped in mid-air, motionless, as if he had thought of something important, or that his hand was cramping and couldn't move.

The big guy's gaze also stopped, staring intently at Liu Xiaoyuan's hand that stopped in mid-air.