Seeing Xia Luo's constipated expression, Zhuang Bi shook his head with a smile and turned around.

Returning to his seat, Chu Siwen shook his head and said:

"I said grandson-in-law, you kid ......!"

Mu Anmin was furious:

"Chu Siwen, you shameless old thing, that's the son-in-law of the old man."

Chu Siwen glared at Mu Anmin and said lightly:

"Is Qingyu my granddaughter? Lao Mu, it's small, your pattern is small. ”

Mu Anmin wanted to scold his mother.

This old thing, his skin is really thick.

Chu Jun on the side was ashamed of himself, his toes were clenched, and he was extremely speechless to his grandfather.

I'm so worried about getting married?

Chu Siwen proudly held the wine glass and said to Zhuang Bi:

"I said grandson-in-law, you kid is not authentic, today Brother Wei made such a big situation in order to invite you, but you didn't even bring a gift, don't learn from Lao Mu, he is small, you can't be small."

Zhuang Bi opened his mouth and smiled a little awkwardly:

"Old man, I'm ......!"

Chu Siwen's eyes widened:

"Didn't Lao Tzu tell you? It's called grandpa, what an old man, not close at all. ”

Wei Boqing, Du Yuanshan, and Huang Linhua all looked lively, and only Mu Anmin snorted stupidly.

Zhuang Bi had no choice but to shout Grandpa Chu with a smile.

"That's right, let me tell you, in fact, the gift is not a gift, and Brother Wei doesn't care, but you kid writes well, why do you have to keep a pair?"

Zhuang Bi was dumbfounded.

It turns out that you are waiting for me here.

Looking at the expressions on the faces of the other old guys, it was clear that this was made in advance.

It doesn't matter if you write a few words, but if you want it without giving money, it's a naked act of prostitution.

My brother's word was also auctioned for a billion.

Although the moisture in this is a bit large.

Chu Siwen didn't give Zhuang Bi the slightest chance to shirk, and directly waved his hand:

"Old Fu, quick, carry it up."

Fauber had been standing not far behind Webber Qing, and when he heard this, he immediately turned his head and waved lightly behind the door.

The two bodyguards of the Wei family cautiously walked out with a long desk, which was very large, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on it had already been prepared.

Without waiting for the others to react, Webber got up and said with a smile:

"Master Zhuang left the ink treasure, I must frame it and hang it in the middle hall, and I will polish the ink myself."

The people in the front yard were also attracted and craned their necks to look.

It is no secret that Zhuang Bi's character was auctioned off by Du Yuanshan at a high price at a charity dinner.

Many people want to see with their own eyes whether the words written by this guy are so superb.

Charlotte was angry on the side, but helpless.

Mo Qiuyan's father, Mo Gushan, pouted slightly.

He didn't believe that Zhuang Bi, a kid, could write such amazing words.

You know, calligraphy needs to be practiced.

How many people have practiced all their lives, but they can't become masters.

How old are you? How dare you call yourself a master?

Wei Boqing quickly sharpened the ink, stood aside, and looked at Zhuang Bi expectantly.

Zhuang Bi had no choice but to walk over.

Looking at the rice paper pressed with a paperweight on the table, he picked up a bucket pen from the pen holder.

This kind of bucket pen is specially used to write large characters, such as the kind of blessing character that is pasted on the door.

Except for a few young people in the front hall, they all know calligraphy, and Wei Boqing, these old people, are calligraphers themselves.

However, when they saw Zhuang Bi pick up the pen, everyone seemed to have a flower in front of them.

Zhuang Bi's whole person's momentum is different.

A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Gushan's face.

This kid is really hidden.

He couldn't help but stand up, quietly walked over, and watched from the side.

Zhuang Bi grabbed the bucket pen, dipped it in ink, and then on the huge rice paper, the pen was like a dragon and snake, and it swam away quickly.

Four big characters appeared on the rice paper.

Contentment.

Mogushan's calligraphy attainments are extremely high, and he is also a well-known calligrapher in the magic capital.

Seeing these four words, a thunderbolt exploded in his brain.

Silly.

Wei Boqing and the others were even more excited, and their eyes were full of brilliance.

"Good! Good! All right! ”

It is not the first time that Wei Boqing has seen Zhuang Bi write, but this kind of large character is not the same as the small character listed before.

He was so excited that he could barely control himself.

Du Yuanshan, Chu Siwen, and Mu Anmin and others all opened their mouths in shock and couldn't close them for a long time.

Charlotte smiled coldly.

Aren't they just two broken words? Is it worth the excitement of you old things?

A hillbilly who has never seen the world.

Mo Gushan stood behind Zhuang Bi sluggishly, and a fairyland-like paradise seemed to appear in front of him, as if he saw him in it, and he was content.

Artistic conception!

He can actually see a kind of artistic conception through these words.

What a terrifying calligraphy achievement?

Where did he still have the faint dissatisfaction before, he rushed over directly, grabbed Zhuang Bi's hand with both hands, and shook it fiercely:

"Virtuous son-in-law...... Nephew, how do you practice? Under whom? Can I worship you as a teacher? ”

This time, it was Mo Qiuyan's turn to be embarrassed.

Her mother looked at her with a smirk, and made her want to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Mu Qingyu was so angry in her heart.

But she couldn't show it, so she could only sulk secretly.

Angry with that stinky rascal.

Do you want to show off like this?

Don't know how to be low-key and modest?

Zhuang Bi was startled by Mo Gushan who suddenly appeared, and he was a little embarrassed and wanted to pull his hand out, but he didn't expect Mo Gushan to catch him to death.

"Uh...... Uncle, I'm self-taught. ”

Mo Gushan's jaw almost didn't fall:

"Self-taught...... Talent? You...... What a talent! ”

Then he immediately pulled Zhuang Bi and said:

"Virtuous nephew, come and come, write a word for your uncle, and if your uncle takes it back, he must hang it in the study, copy it every day, contemporary calligraphy, you are already a generation of grandmasters."

Mo Gushan's evaluation shocked everyone.

A generation of grandmasters?

Are you kidding?

There are not many calligraphy masters today, let alone grandmasters?

Of course, those who swagger don't count.

Zhuang Bi's face was light, but his heart was very proud.

Small.

The master's calligraphy is inherited from the Heavenly Palace, which is just five points of skill.

If you really have to do a lot of work, I'm afraid I'll scare you to death.

The Heavenly Palace Inheritance has a magical skill that can kill people with words.

Practicing calligraphy to the extreme can bring people into a fantasy world.

Now these four words have a little bit of sprouts.

Even people who don't know calligraphy, when they see these four words, they will imagine an artistic conception of contentment and happiness in their own imagination in their hearts.

The higher the achievement of calligraphy, the more profound the feeling.

Mogu Mountain has completely fallen.

He was very angry about the relationship between Zhuang Bi and his baby daughter.

But now ......!

Let's go to the cave house in situ.

Virtuous son-in-law.