Hua Xiong ate a soft nail.

But he didn't get angry either, and he sharpened his own ink.

After a moment, Hua Xiong picked up the brush and looked thoughtfully at the rice paper on the table in front of him.

Cai Yong and the others waited for a while, but they didn't see him start writing.

Just when everyone was a little impatient and was about to urge.

Hua Xiong's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had changed a person, and his temperament changed suddenly.

From the previous battlefield general, he suddenly revealed an elegant temperament.

At the same time, the brush in his hand fell heavily on the paper. Just write one word and stop.

This made Cai Yong and others a little puzzled.

If you write calligraphy, you can write a word.

"Cut, I thought there was a ......"

Shisun Rui stepped forward nonchalantly, sneering disdainfully and casually glancing at him.

But at this glance, his eyes were like roots, and he couldn't move them away.

The words in his mouth also stopped abruptly.

Shi Sun Rui seemed to have seen something shocking, and his face showed a look of horror.

Cai Yong, Yang Zan and the others were still waiting to hear how Shi Sun Rui mocked Hua Xiong, but suddenly there was no movement.

They glanced at each other suspiciously, and they also stepped forward one after another, carefully observing Hua Xiong's handwriting.

It didn't matter if they looked at it, they were all stunned like Shisun Rui.

Because of the words written by Hua Xiong...... It's so personal!

Hua Xiong simply wrote out a handsome word.

But it moves the pen quickly and smartly, and the handwriting is thin, until it is thin without losing its flesh.

This font is unheard of by everyone present.

They subconsciously wanted to take a look.

But Hua Xiong only wrote one word, which made Cai Yong and others a little unsatisfied.

"Wen Hou, why don't you continue to write?"

Shi Sun Rui asked cheekily, forgetting that he was laughing at Hua Xiong just now.

"There's no ink."

Hua Xiong shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be helpless.

Fart!

You just sharpened the ink for so long to write a word, how could it be gone?

But everyone knows that it is Hua Xiong who is holding the shelf.

"I'm coming!"

"I'm coming!"

Cai Yong, Yang Zan and others scrambled to polish the ink for Hua Xiong, and they completely lost the shelf just now.

Whoever made them calligraphy lovers, seeing this kind of font that is very different from their predecessors, is really unbearable to learn and observe.

Wang Yun next to him was dumbfounded.

said that he couldn't look down on Hua Xiong, why did he suddenly start kneeling and licking him?

Cai Yong polished Hua Xiong's ink for a while.

Hua Xiong pondered for a moment, and then took a piece of paper again.

The pen is gone, and a series of fonts appear on the paper.

"What difficulties we encounter, don't be afraid, face him with a smile, the best way to eliminate fear is to face fear, persistence, is victory, come on, Ollie give."

In one go, it is enough to see that Huaxiong's calligraphy skills are profound.

Everyone came together.

Although everyone didn't know what Ollie meant, it didn't prevent them from appreciating Huaxiong's calligraphy.

Before the Three Kingdoms, there were traditional, italics, seals, official scripts and cursive scripts, but they were still dominated by official scripts.

Lishu, also known as Han Li, is a solemn font commonly found in Chinese characters.

And Huaxiong's font is a brand new font that has never appeared!

This kind of calligraphy style that is thin and crisp, with a side like an orchid bamboo, requires extremely high calligraphy skills and cultivation, as well as a relaxed and calm state of mind to complete.

Just from the posture of Hua Xiong holding the pen, without twenty or thirty years of hard work, he will not be able to reach such a realm.

Not to mention that he also created this new font of his own.

If you put it in a martial arts novel, you can properly create a kung fu and a grandmaster.

"The bones of heaven are beautiful, and the fun is hazy, like bending iron and breaking gold."

Cai Yong looked at Huaxiong's font in fascination and sighed softly.

"With the pen is dripping, sharp, full of arrogance, like cutting gold and jade, there is a charm. It's really a party! ”

Shi Sun Rui couldn't help but nod.

Hua Xiong couldn't help but snicker in his heart.

I didn't expect the passive skill calligraphy you got in the last lottery to everyone.,It's still pretty easy to use.。

With calligraphy, Hua Xiong automatically mastered all kinds of fonts in China for 5,000 years, and they are all masters.

Hua Xiong took out the thin gold body of Song Huizong Zhao Ji and directly suppressed Cai Yong and the others.

When everyone came back to their senses, they all looked at Hua Xiong with feverish eyes.

"This font ...... Who created it? What is your name? ”

Hua Xiong had already enjoyed such a gaze many times, so he nodded without blushing and panting,

"This is called a thin gold body, and I created it myself!"

Although they had been mentally prepared in advance, Cai Yong and the others couldn't help but be taken aback.

Whether it is calligraphy or martial arts, being able to create your own one, that is definitely the realm of a grandmaster!

In any case, they couldn't understand why Hua Xiong, who was a martial artist, could write such a font!

Cai Yong was silent for a moment, straightened his sleeves, and bowed deeply to Huaxiong.

"Please bow to the old man!"

"Lord Cai is really polite."

Hua Xiong smiled and waved his hand.

"I don't know when Wen Hou will be free, I will hold a banquet in the mansion at that time, and wait for Wen Hou to come."

Cai Yong looked at Hua Xiong expectantly.

"Yes, yes, let's talk about calligraphy together."

"Wen Hou, don't hide your secrets."

Shi Sunrui and others are also looking forward to it.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Hua Xiong snorted, perfunctory Shisun Rui and others, and quietly agreed with Cai Yong to visit tomorrow in private.

After a full meal, the guests left their seats.

Cai Yong held Huaxiong's words and ink and returned to his mansion like a treasure.

Although the night was dark, he still couldn't hold back his excitement, and picked up the lamp to observe Huaxiong's thin golden body.

"Seconds, seconds!"

Seeing the excitement, Cai Yong couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh.

"Dad, it's so late, why don't you sleep yet?"

It turned out to be Cai Yong's daughter Cai Wenji who heard the movement and got up to check.

She saw Cai Yong smirking in the middle of the night, thinking that her father was crazy?

Cai Yong raised his head and immediately laughed when he saw his daughter.

"I got a good pair of ink treasures today, come and take a look."

Cai Wenji came over, looked at it, and couldn't help but be stunned.

After a long while, she couldn't help but comment,

"The bones are beautiful, and the fun is so good, no wonder Dad you don't sleep here in the middle of the night."

Cai Yong smiled, "Guess who wrote this?" ”

Cai Wenji pondered for a moment and said softly,

"I've never seen this font before, and I can't write it without more than 30 years of calligraphy practice. Presumably who is the calligraphy senior? ”

Cai Yong laughed out loud, laughing so much that Cai Wenji, the second monk, was puzzled.

"Wen Ji, tomorrow this master will come to visit his father, and you will know when the time comes."

Cai Yong said with a smile.

As soon as she heard this, Cai Wenji, who is a calligraphy enthusiast, couldn't help but look forward to it.