Spring held the sickle in his hand and rejected the brush handed over by Long Dahai.

Long Dahai was slightly stunned.

Staring at the scythe.

Old, crude, simple.

Simple, elegant, smart.

Even the handle of the sickle is somewhat deformed. The blades of the scythe are all a little dull and rusty.

It looks like an ordinary scythe that an old farmer used to chop firewood.

Long Dahai sneered and said, "Sensationalism." Do you really want to use this scythe to write with ink on it?"

"Really. Is this false?" Spring asked rhetorically.

"You are really the son of an old farmer!" Long Dahai did not miss any opportunity to mock Spring.

"This is very good!" Spring, not only did not feel angry, but looked like an old farmer was also honorable.

"It's just an old hat. Just this thing, can you take it on the table?haha......" Long Dahai held his breath, I don't know if it was intentional, and laughed out loud. It sounded very harsh to everyone, and the servants and butlers in the courtyard couldn't help but laugh out loud or talk a lot.

Long Kui scolded angrily: "Dalong, don't be sarcastic, maybe this young man is your junior brother?"

Only then did Long Dahai restrain his face.

Spring's face flushed, in fact, he also felt a little embarrassed.

When he was cultivating in his dream, the Dragon Union Soul Body designated him to choose this sickle instead of a brush. The reason is clear, this scythe has accompanied spring for many years and has experienced ups and downs, just to make spring more convenient and refined.

Spring is indeed very fast.

After a slight embarrassment, Spring still maintained a sunny face, and said very confidently: "I think writing with this sickle will be more suitable than a brush." ”

Long Dahai glanced at Spring and said, "Then you can write, I'll see what kind of words you can write!" As he spoke, a servant in the courtyard walked in, holding an inkstone, ink, and paper.

It was placed on a long table that had been set up in the center of the lobby.

Pour the ink, spread out the paper, and wait for spring to write!

The seven girls looked at the spring, and when they saw the spring taking out the sickle, their hearts were cold, except for Hu Feifei, who was more patient, the other six girls were drumming in their hearts: "Is this to chop wood, young master?"

He brought Spring to the Dragon Soul Mansion this time, in addition to talking to Long Dahai about one thing, the other was to see if Spring was the apprentice of the Dragon Alliance Daoist.

Seeing is believing.

Even the servants and housekeepers in the courtyard were all around. Looking at the spring with big eyes, watching how he dipped ink with a sickle and how he wrote!

The atmosphere of the scene has changed from this moment on, as if most people feel that spring is destined to be unable to write, and then destined to be in everyone's laughter, and under the humiliation of Long Dahai, spring leaves in embarrassment!

It was as if such an ending was about to come.

It's just that Long Kui and Hu Feifei don't think so.

"Why, you're still pretending, do you think you're still brewing emotions?Why don't you write?" Long Dahai looked at the spring a little impatiently!

Spring wasn't brewing emotions, but he was looking back on the process of practicing calligraphy in his dreams.

In the dream, he successfully broke through the Kaixing grass seal. And created the Dragon Union book style!

But this only means that the cultivation in the dream realm has been successful!

It doesn't mean that in reality, spring can be handy.

Then, it is normal for him to ponder a little, review, or brew, and he wants to write it if he doesn't want to, and he can write it!

Regardless of the five-body calligraphy of Kaixing grass and seal, he has to show it vividly through this sickle and show it to everyone, and it will not be worse than playing in a dream!

Even better!

This was enough to make Long Dahai stunned.

It is enough to make all the people who are talking and watching jokes completely calm.

Spring feels like it's almost time to look back at the dream.

Looking at Long Dahai's impatient demeanor, he didn't feel that his heart was disturbed! On the contrary, he used a more sunny posture, very energetically wielding the sickle, his posture was very natural, there was no such deliberate posture, but it made people feel that the sickle was a pen in his hand, as if this pen had been used by him to write for many years, and he had been very skillful.

Only skilful can give birth to a sense of naturalness.

The posture of writing can also be natural!

Exceptionally free and easy!

Extremely calm.

This is a natural temperament, like a spring breeze-like aura.

Unaffected by the dragon sea and those doubts and discussions, disdainful voices, it seems that spring is very devoted, as if in a dream.

The sickle is stained with ink, and the scythe is waved again in the spring, without the solemnity of the brush, but more of the lightness in the steady.

"Shh

It didn't cut the paper, but the ink was transferred to the paper very cleverly.

Obviously, this kind of writing is more difficult than a brush.

After all, the sickle is hard and sharp, but it has to show the three-dimensional and full effect of a soft pen, and from this point of view, if you can write a beautiful font on the spot in the spring, it will definitely amaze the audience.

Not only can it block everyone's mouths, but it can also further show Spring's writing skills, which is more conducive to proving that he is the apprentice of Longlian Daoist.

The speed of writing is done quickly.

Spring constantly conjures up a variety of vivid postures, and the different parts of the sickle are covered with ink, and the paper is presented on the paper through different shapes and strokes, and the paper is intact, and the vibrant, vigorous and handsome, free and uninhibited font jumps on the paper.

In order to express the perfect effect, he did take the paper into account before writing, so he seemed to be free and easy when wielding the sickle, but in fact he was very careful.

It's just that in the eyes of the public, Spring is a sunrise boy, and his natural sense of relaxation makes up for his nervousness and caution.

Let everyone see a wild spring.

Nature's teenagers.

When Spring finished writing and withdrew his scythe, he looked at the handwriting on the paper one by one. After feeling that there was no discomfort, he nodded with satisfaction and wiped a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

In fact, he was highly nervous throughout the state, but his appearance and temperament covered his nervousness very well.

Then, when Spring came to his senses, he found that there was a strange signal at the scene,

Or rather, the scene.

The scene has indeed changed!

Became silent.

Even the breath of breathing was unusually weak, and as the spring was written, the entire hall seemed to freeze.

There were more than a hundred servants in the courtyard outside, as well as the butler, who suddenly seemed to have changed their appearance, and the previous discussions and whispers, or disdainful ridicule, were long gone, and now they looked through the glass window as if they had taken the wrong medicine, and looked clearly at the couplet written by Spring on the long table in the lobby:

"Spring is always there all year round, and thousands of purples and thousands of reds bloom forever. Welcome to the New Year. "The upper and lower links are added horizontally. In the spring, he didn't use the couplet, he wanted to keep his back hand, his writing skills have arrived, and any couplet can be written.

The handsome font of the wind god, free and uninhibited atmosphere. But it is perfectly presented in the hands of this Chaoyang boy! Moreover, just writing with a sickle, what kind of calligraphy skills and writing difficulty does this represent?!

These servants and stewards gathered in the courtyard were really stunned!

The seven girls were also stunned, and Hu Feifei admired it very rationally, but she was still stunned!

Long Kui fell into intoxication.

Fleur's eyebrows twitched, very surprised.

Especially the servants and housekeepers in the courtyard. Of course, they know calligraphy, and as the servants and housekeepers of the Dragon Soul family, which one of them does not know calligraphy and painting. If you don't understand, you are not qualified to enter the Dragon Soul Mansion as a servant and housekeeper at all.

The reason is very simple, the Dragon Soul Family cultivates calligraphy and painting. Calligraphy and painting.

Long Kui practiced painting, and he was known as the Taoist of dragon painting.

Longlian cultivates calligraphy couplets, so it is known as Longlian Taoist.

In the Dragon Soul Family's mansion, there is no one who does not know calligraphy and painting, which is the basic skill of cultivation.

In fact, when Long Dahai inherited his father Long Kui's painting foundation, he also learned some calligraphy from Long Liandao, and he knew that the difficulty of learning calligraphy was not inferior to painting.

Now Long Dahai was originally wearing colored glasses to pick on the thorns after seeing this couplet written in the spring.

I thought I could find some faults, and then vetoed the calligraphy of spring.

However, it now seems that this is no longer possible.

Because, Long Dahai was shocked when he saw it, and he suddenly became uneasy.

"How can this be, how is it possible! He actually knows calligraphy, and he writes so well? Or does he write with a broken sickle? Is he really a disciple of Uncle Long Lian?" The more Long Dahai looked at it, the more he felt impeccable, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and for a while, he didn't know how to verify it.