Ignoring the poor dog with a broken spine outside the pavilion, Ji Liang slowly lifted his pen and took back all his thoughts. I couldn't smell the fragrance of the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and I couldn't hear the discussion of the people around me, and at this moment, Ji Liang's eyes were in his eyes, and there was only the white paper in front of him.

Slowly lifting the pen, the tip of the pen fell into the inkstone, and when it was soaked in fragrant ink, Ji Liang's heart was already a natural book, and he knew everything in his chest with a stroke and a hook.

The pen is like a sword, pay attention to a swift as the wind, and there can be no hesitation in the heart. I saw Ji Liang lifting the pen and dropping, and the ink color moved with the pen in an instant, and the dragon and snake flew away on the white paper.

The essentials of calligraphy are to be sparse and decent, the virtual and the real are born together, and the whole chapter is full of energy, and the [Yan Body] created by Yan Zhenqing is even more square and dense in structure, strong and round in penmanship, and solemn and majestic.

He Ji Liang, whether in this life or in his previous life, although he is not a reading material, this does not mean that he cannot write a good hand. 相反，无论在高中还是初中时，他虽然都是班里成绩最垫底的，但若是只比书法，姬良有自信蒙着眼都能吊打全校。

People are like their words, and words are like their people.

Although it is an old saying, Ji Liangna's father, who has been in the business world for decades, naturally knows the big truth.

When he was four or five years old, he found a famous teacher for Ji Liang to learn calligraphy, and he practiced calligraphy for ten years.

He didn't dare to say the charm of Yan Ti, but Yan Ti's solemn and majestic form had already been practiced solidly.

Just when everyone was still shocked by the majestic momentum when Ji Liang put pen to paper, Ji Liang had already stopped writing into a poem.

On that white paper, it was written the song "Crazy Song Xing" given to him by his sister Li Yue in the early years.

Long Jiao does not fight, and he rushes into the sky.

Kill and conquer the beast and swallow up the pride of the sky.

Ji Liang looked at the words on his blank paper and nodded with satisfaction. In addition to the magnificence of his face between the lines, he also has a bit of his own charm, the arrogance that belongs to young people.

Li Fanshu on the side couldn't help but step forward to take a look.

Looking at the three words [Crazy Song Xing] at the top of his head, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart

If it is said that when this poem came out, people all over the world just thought that Ji Liyue was delusional, but now with this white paper and ink words, it is really a little similar to this poem.

Before today, no one would believe that the biggest waste in Dragon City could write such a good hand, and after today, who would dare to say that the son of the Ji family is not as good as a dog?!

As for what the pen just said: Enemies of the world's readers?

Now it looks very ridiculous, and he will say that this hand is so unbearable, I'm afraid this is the enemy of the world's readers, right?

Ji Liang raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of pride: "Convincing?"

This is for Libi, and even more so for Li Fanshu.

Li Fanshu was unwilling, clenched his fists tightly, but his eyes still stared at the white paper for a long time, and finally let go of his fist with a long sigh of relief, and bowed respectfully towards Ji Liang: "I don't think I can write such good words." If you are willing to lose, you will win. ”

If the politeness to Ji Liang before was only valued by the literary appearance behind him, then now Li Fanshu's respect is completely impressed by Ji Liang's calligraphy.

After all, there is no first, it is common to lose and win, and he Li Fanshu is not ashamed to lose, losing to such a majestic and domineering calligraphy, maybe it can be used as bragging capital in the future.

If Ji Liang had seen through people's hearts again, he would probably have admired the cheekiness of this Guozi Supervisor.

Ji Liang took the five hundred taels of silver tickets he won into his arms, and his eyes fell on the body of the gift pen again, and he hooked his lips and smiled: "Brother Li, this son is not as good as a dog's calligraphy, but it can still enter your vision?"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the embarrassed pen suddenly turned blue and red, panting and gritting his teeth to look at Ji Liang with a smug face. After a long time, he said a few words: "It's down... Lost ......."

"What's the matter? Who lost? It's this son who lost???" Ji Liang exaggeratedly stretched his ears, "Master, behind my ears, you give me a louder!"

If you kill someone, you have to punish your heart???

The eyes of the people present couldn't help but feel a little more pity when they looked at the pen.

was so angry that he trembled with his pen, and his white teeth were about to be crushed. But the pen thought about it again, could it be that His Royal Highness the Prince was actually giving him a step?

According to the unwritten rules in Dragon City, as the saying goes, stay a line in life, and see each other in the future. In Dragon City, all kinds of forces criss-cross, hundreds of years of relatives and brothers-in-law, three aunts, six aunts, brothers-in-law, brother-in-law, maybe you will bully a roadside vendor on the street one day, and people will be able to find a distant relative who is a big official tomorrow to treat you severely.

Therefore, Libi also took it for granted that even if you were the son of the world, you would not dare to offend my Li family to death. The rabbit is anxious and bites. His family is also in charge of civil construction, and he will be a young man.

It's relieved to think about it like this, the prince gave the steps, isn't he just a shame, not chilling.

I saw that the ritual pen took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and shouted convincingly to Ji Liang in the pavilion in Lang Lang's voice: "In the next rite pen, I am convinced, and I hope that the son of the world-"

Before the words landed, Ji Liang waved his hand and interrupted: "Okay, okay, I heard it." Now you can splatter blood on the spot. ”

"Please, Brother Li. ”

Ji Liang stretched out his hand and asked.

As soon as the ceremonial pen outside the pavilion heard this, his face suddenly changed greatly, his whole body trembled, and suddenly his throat was slightly sweet, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fainted.

It was really blood splattered on the spot.

Ji Liyue, who was on the side, saw it, and whispered to Ji Liang with some worry: "Brother, that person's father is going to be a young man." They are still responsible for the back garden that is only half built in our house. ”

Hearing this, Ji Liang couldn't help frowning, and asked with a serious face, "What is going to be Shaofu?"

"Uh....... It is the one who is in charge of civil engineering and construction........"

Civil construction of a house?

Construction?

Wood?

Timber!!!

Unfortunately, someone brought a pillow when I was dozing.

Ji Liang frowned and found the blind spot, and immediately waved his hand: "Come on, send the gift son back to the Ji family's palace!

When the people around heard this, they couldn't help but tremble. Is this the reincarnation of the devil? This is about to make people angry, and they are still angry, and they plan to take them home and abuse them....... Horror, horror.

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After the little servant carried the pen away, Ji Liang looked at the group of people in Wenting with a smile: "Then everyone, do you plan to give the silver ticket? or do you plan to exchange it for something else?"

The remaining three or four people in Wenting all looked at each other.

Calligraphy can't win, but there's really no money.

After a while, a thin young man stood up and coughed lightly twice to relieve his embarrassment: "What, His Royal Highness." You see, there is only one brother Li who is betting against you, and we have never said that we want to bet. ”

Ji Liang couldn't help but roll his eyes and asked, "Then why are you coming up?!"

The thin young man rubbed his hands, looking like a dog: "Don't you want to see the calligraphy of the prince up close, a few of us are famous in this dragon city for being optimistic about Your Royal Highness the prince." How do you say that, ah, yes! Loyal fans, loyal fans!"