In the face of everyone's words, Ye Feng was very embarrassed in his heart, he hadn't seen Ye Cheng practice calligraphy at all, how could he write good words?

Not to mention that in front of Wang Guoao, a calligraphy master, it is estimated that the written words are flawed all over the body, and when Wang Guoao criticizes, Ye Cheng will definitely not be able to get over his face.

In Ye Feng's heart, he still cared about Ye Cheng very much, so he threw an inquiring glance at him, "What do you think?"

If Ye Cheng is smart, he should understand the meaning of this gaze, as long as he says some kind words, such as the juniors dare not show ugliness in front of the seniors, and the words of the juniors cannot enter the eyes of the seniors, Ye Feng can help a few more words, and this matter can be revealed.

How could Ye Cheng not understand what his grandfather meant, but he was reincarnated and reborn by Emperor Ye Tian, and he just wrote a few words, which was difficult for him.

"Okay, what do you say to write?" Ye Cheng said in surprise.

Everyone in the living room was stunned, but they didn't expect Ye Cheng to agree so decisively.

And, looking at Ye Cheng's tone, it was confidence from the bones.

Ye Cheng is still underage, and in front of the calligraphy master Wang Guoao, he can still say this kind of thing, which is no longer self-confidence.

'Hmph, I don't know whether you live or die, if you can do it in front of a calligraphy master, even if you have practiced calligraphy, you will be criticized for not even being a fart. Ye Ying sneered in her heart.

"Okay, young man, let me see your confidence, today is the National Day, you can write the word 'country'!" Wang Guo's proud eyes flashed slightly.

The word 'country' can already see a person's calligraphy level, whether it is horizontal, vertical, hook, or pinch, you can tell at a glance whether you are really powerful or mediocre.

Accompanied by several elders, Ye Cheng came to a table of eight immortals in the living room, which was full of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the second uncle's family didn't even have any interest in going over to see it.

When did they see Ye Cheng practicing calligraphy at home? Such a person can write good characters, they don't believe it, and they look forward to Ye Cheng being ugly.

"Let's get started. "The kingdom is proud.

Ye Cheng picked up a brush casually, raised his hand and completed it in one go, and in an instant, a huge Chinese character jumped on the paper, not even brewing, as if it was usually written, which was surprising.

Ordinary calligraphers will brew before starting the pen, at least a few minutes, more than a few hours, and even those who are harsh, will fast and bathe before starting the pen, in order to reach the most perfect state of spirit.

"It's ......"

Ye Feng and the others were all stunned, and looked at the word 'country' on the paper fixedly.

Ye Feng said: "In Huaxia, Confucianism and Taoism are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, some people write calmly and calmly, some people are debauched, some people are elegant and detached, you are ...... words."

"Haha, grandpa, I'll just say how can this kid write calligraphy and show his fox tail!" Ye Ying couldn't help laughing when she heard Ye Feng's words.

In his opinion, Ye Feng was already criticizing Ye Cheng's words.

"Don't be ashamed if you can't write, you have a few pounds and taels, don't you know, don't be able to do it in front of your elders in the future. Ye Zhiyuan also said.

"Can't you two wait for me to finish, shame!" Ye Feng sank his face.

Ye Zhigao and Ye Ying were stunned when they heard this, like foxes being caught by their tails, and they didn't dare to speak again.

Wang Guoao's eyes were completely inseparable from the word 'country' on the table of the Eight Immortals, and he was full of praise:

"Domineering!"

"Noble!"

"Pride!"

"Confidence!"

"There is an aura of self-esteem!"

"What?"

Ye Zhiyuan's father and son opened their mouths wide in surprise, and they couldn't react for a while.

can be praised by Wang Guoao like this, could it be that Ye Cheng really wrote a perfect word 'country'.

Ye Cheng is the reincarnation of the Emperor of Heaven, and the momentum in his bones cannot be removed, and the plaque on the Heavenly Court Hall was written by Ye Cheng himself.

The words on the plaque are worshiped by all ethnic groups, and they have been psychic, and now it is difficult to write a small word "country", which is really difficult for Ye Cheng.

"This is not a small 'country', this is a big 'country', such as the world bigwigs the United States and Russia, hahaha! Good words, good words, my kingdom is proud to study calligraphy all my life, I really didn't expect to see such words in a teenager!"

"Lao Ye, you have such a grandson, to borrow a sentence from Lao Li just now, envy me to death!" Wang Guoguo praised proudly, looking at Ye Cheng's gaze, which also changed completely.

"Master Ye is talented!"

Li Hongsheng looked at the word 'country' and was also excited.

Ye Feng's face was full of red light, Ye Cheng's word 'country' gave him too many surprises, he never thought that his grandson could have such calligraphy attainments.

"Haha, there are some things that you can't envy!" Ye Feng laughed, looking at Ye Cheng's eyes, more and more satisfied.

Wang Guoao said: "I'll give it to me when I see this word, there is exactly a 'country' in my name, and it's just right for me!"

"If you like, take it!" Ye Feng waved his hand.

Wang Guoao carefully rolled the rice paper, wrapped it in silk like a treasure, and put it in his bag.

Ye Zhiyuan and Ye Ying were dumbfounded, Ye Lin didn't speak, and at this moment, she was also staring at Ye Cheng with a surprised face, as if she didn't know the person in front of her at all.

Wang Guoao's word is clearly priced, worth 10,000 yuan, even Wang Guoao thinks that Ye Cheng's words are good, how good is that? Unfortunately, the word 'country' has been put away by Wang Guoao, and they have no chance to see it.

"Lao Ye, today I am in charge and accept your grandson for the Huaxia Calligraphy Association, with his calligraphy attainments, even if he goes in to be an honorary vice president, it is more than enough!" Wang Guoao smiled.

Ye Feng was very excited, he himself was just a small group leader in the Calligraphy Association, and his grandson could enter as the honorary vice president?

If he hadn't witnessed Ye Cheng's words with his own eyes, Ye Feng would definitely think that Wang Guoao deliberately promoted him, but after seeing Ye Cheng's words, he also thought that Ye Cheng had this strength.

It depends on what he means. Ye Feng glanced at Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng was not interested in participating in any Huaxia Calligraphy Association, his purpose was not here, so he casually found an excuse and said: "Grandpa, I am going to take the college entrance examination next year, so I don't want to be distracted by other things." ”

"Well, you're right. When Ye Feng heard this, he also nodded slightly.

Wang Guoao smiled: "It's okay, when you finish the college entrance examination, you should have time to go to college, and if you want to join the Huaxia Calligraphy Association at that time, come to me at any time, I promise to be your introducer!"

At this time, Wang Xuelan walked into the living room with an apron and said with a smile: "What are you so happy about, the meal is ready, it's time to eat." ”

"I'm talking about your good son!" Ye Feng was in a good mood.

Tang Xuelan looked at the people present suspiciously, and didn't understand what was going on, so she could only surrender her inquiring gaze to Ye Cheng, but Ye Cheng didn't seem to have the meaning to explain, which made Tang Xuelan even more depressed.

"What's the matter, you must ask Cheng'er in a while!" Tang Xuelan said secretly.