Qin Feng turned around, looked at the old man who was glaring at him, and said lightly: "The work is hanging here, isn't it just for people to comment, besides, what I said is just the truth." ”

"You can make people comment, but it's not something that a hairy boy like you can comment, do you know, who is this calligraphy work?" The old man blushed and shouted loudly.

The movement here suddenly made many people gather.

Qin Feng was indifferent, and said: "I only look at words, not people, generally speaking, words are like people, this word does not see the wind and bones, but only the charming, it is conceivable that the creator is also a person who is good at flattery and has no style." ”

The old man trembled with anger, and said angrily: "The creator of this character is the old man, the old man Huang Huacheng, who has been immersed in calligraphy for decades, and now he is the president of the Qiongnan Calligraphy Association. ”

In addition to some calligraphy lovers, many of the people here are from the calligraphy association.

"Boy, what calligraphy do you know? Do you know that trouble comes from the mouth? ”

"That is, we will grow up's works, how can you comment on them? Which green onion are you? ”

"I think you want to pretend to be a master in front of this little girl, but you pretend to be a real master, which is really laughing off people's big teeth."

In the midst of the mockery and accusation, Qin Feng sneered and said, "It turned out to be the president, if the president is at the same level as this kind of shit, I think your association should simply disband." ”

Suddenly, all the onlookers were furious, as if they were about to pounce and bite twice.

But Qin Feng's murderous gaze swept away, and no one dared to come up and make a move.

At this time, Huang Huacheng raised his hand and snorted coldly: "It's okay for you to insult the old man, but it's not okay to insult our Qiongnan Calligraphy Association, if you can't say one, two, three today, the old man will let the patrol department arrest you for the crime of picking quarrels and provoking troubles and defamation." ”

"Didn't you hear what I said before? Your word has an empty shape, but no bones, to put it mildly, decades of pen power to write like this, if it were me, I would just buy a piece of tofu and die. Qin Feng scoffed.

"You...... You're so bold...... "This yellow turned so angry that his beard was cocked.

"President Huang, this son is obviously here to find trouble, let the patrol department arrest people."

"To slander President Huang like this, his heart can be punished."

"Arrest him......"

At this time, Huang Huacheng waved his hand, if he really let the patrol department arrest people, he would inevitably fall into the mouth.

"Boy, you dare to insult the old man's work like this, then you must be a calligrapher, you should write a painting, let everyone see it, if it's just a rhetoric, you apologize immediately, and then get out." Huang Huacheng said coldly, he didn't believe that this kid's calligraphy could compare to himself.

"Yes, pen and ink are waiting." Qin Feng said lightly.

Huang Huacheng waved his hand, and immediately someone laid out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table in front of him.

On the brush stand on the table, there are rows of brushes, which can be said to have everything.

At this time, Qin Feng stretched out his hand, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, he took the overlord pen in the center.

"Boy, let's hold it up, overlord pen, many people dare not use it." Someone spoke.

"Yes, the overlord pen needs a strong pen power, and the words written are full of strength, but if the pen power is not good, it is difficult to even write a complete word."

Qin Feng didn't pay attention to the people around him, but took off the overlord pen by himself, put it on the inkstone, and then waved his hand on the paper to start creating.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles."

"Brush off your clothes and go away, and hide your body and name deeply."

Qin Feng wrote two sentences in Li Bai's chivalrous line, which were domineering and heart-warming when they were read, making people's blood boil.

When he finished writing, he threw the pen away.

A pair of eyes stared at these two lines of poetry, and let out a gasp sound.

This font is wild, the muscles and bones are strong, and there is a murderous aura rushing towards it, making many people's hairs stand up.

Even people who don't know calligraphy can feel the domineering and murderous intent contained in this font after seeing it.

Wu Qianqian's eyes widened in surprise when she looked at this picture.

"Brother Qin, your handwriting is so good...... Wu Qianqian exclaimed.

Many onlookers nodded secretly, wanting to agree.

But at this moment, Huang Huacheng's face turned dark, and he said sharply: "What a fart, this word is scribbled and has no shape, and elementary school students can write better than him." ”

Those who were about to echo suddenly shut down urgently.

"President Huang is right, the words you write are simply shit."

"As far as you still want to compare with President Huang, you can see how beautiful President Huang's handwriting is, you can't even touch President Huang's edge."

"In our association, you are at the level of a schoolboy."

These people from the Qiongnan Calligraphy Association suddenly changed their tone and said nonsense with their eyes open.

Qin Feng glanced at these people coldly, and mocked: "It doesn't matter if you agree with it or not, a group of flea-like things will only jump up and down, and I don't need you to agree with someone's work." ”

After that, Qin Feng said to Wu Qianqian: "If you want to learn calligraphy, you must have a breath of anger in your heart, this breath can be arrogant, it can be murderous, it can be backbone, but it must not be flattering." ”

"Uh-huh...... I understand......" Wu Qianqian nodded vigorously.

"It's good to understand, this place can be called a master in Master Fan's works, and the rest are just clowns, and there's nothing to see here, let's go." Qin Feng said lightly.

"Okay." Wu Qianqian said.

She loves calligraphy, and her work is not very profound.

However, she just saw an artistic conception from Qin Feng's works that made her goosebumps.

She could see that President Huang and the rest of the people were reversing right and wrong, which made her very disdainful, and she was not interested in looking at their works anymore.

The two of them left the calligraphy exhibition.

But just as they were leaving the exit, a group of people approached from the entrance, surrounded by a white-haired old man.

The group of people was still staring at Qin Feng's words, with different expressions, so they didn't notice it.

At this moment, the white-haired old man came to him, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the ink on the table.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. After the incident, he brushed his clothes and went away, hiding his body with his name. ”

"Who wrote this?" The old man asked loudly, his pupils suddenly dilated, and even his breathing became short.

It was only at this time that everyone discovered the arrival of the old man.

"Master Fan!"

"Meet Master Fan."

"Master Fan, didn't I send someone to pick you up? How can you let yourself come over. President Huang was excited, revealing a look of flattery.

This white-haired old man is Master Fan Donglai.

"Shut up, the old man asks you, who wrote this word?" Master Fan said angrily.