Lu Tianyang saw that Qiao Xiaofeng had no intention of helping with a smile on his face, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Old man, the juniors are only a little sure......

The old man snorted and said unceremoniously: "Ignorant child! Lin Daxia's ink treasure handwriting is natural, the turn is like a knife and an axe, full of heroic bones, who in the world can imitate it? The old man has been observing his penmanship for decades, and he still doesn't dare to say that he has learned three points, you kid is so big! Sui'er, go, take the old man's room and take the painting "Drunk and Lying on the Battlefield Jun Mo Smile"! I want this kid to see Lin Daxia's ink treasure, and see if he dares to speak wildly!"

Guan Sui responded happily, he wanted to make this young Lu Shao head ugly, so he immediately ran to get the "Drunk Lying on the Battlefield Jun Mo Xiao" and sent it to the old man, and at the same time secretly glanced at Lu Tianyang, seeing that this kid still had a faint expression, and didn't seem to be panicked at all, and he didn't know whether he was confident or fearless, hum, this kid is young, and his chin has just grown short hair, most likely the latter. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The old man carefully took it and unfolded it in front of everyone.

In addition to Qiao Xiaofeng and another member of the Law Enforcement Hall, there were nearly ten of the most core and powerful cadres of the Weinan rudder, almost everyone had heard of Lin Yulin's hero, especially good at calligraphy and Gu Yaoqin, but there were very few people who had seen his ink treasure, and at this time, when they saw the ink treasure left by Lin Daxia, they couldn't help but surround and look towards the word.

At the first glance, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

I saw a few lines of smooth but clear strokes written on the yellowed scroll:

Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa immediately urge.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people came back to fight in ancient times?

There is also a line of small characters below: "Gift to Lin Yu, the old general of Tiance Mansion."

Most of the people present are martial artists, and they don't understand the article, but these words are still recognized, but the penmanship is natural and freehand, and the silver hook is heroic, with the whole heroic verses, reading it makes people fascinated and admired.

After reciting the poem several times, everyone let out a long sigh.

Qiao Xiaofeng first sighed: "Others say that Lin Daxia is both civil and military, I have never thought about it, Lin Daxia's martial arts are the best in ancient and modern times, and no matter how good his writing skills are, how can he compare to his martial arts? But when I saw this poem today, I had to accept it, and I had to believe it!" He exclaimed in his mouth, but he couldn't help but feel apprehensive in his heart.

Lu Tianyang, this kid said that he could imitate Lin Daxia's handwriting, but the problem was that the shape of the handwriting could be barely copied, but how could this style and bearing mind be imitated? No wonder Mr. Guan, a Confucian genius who had served as a scholar in the imperial court, also sighed that he could only get the second or third of Lin Daxia's penmanship after practicing hard all his life!

Everyone was dominated by martial artists, and they all nodded at Qiao Xiaofeng's words, and the voices of praise were endless for a while.

The old man snorted and said to Lu Tianyang: "Boy, Lin Daxia's ink treasure is here, you have the ability, just copy a copy, if you get one or two, the old man will immediately apologize solemnly! But if it is confirmed that you are speaking wildly, you will kneel down to Lin Daxia's "Drunk and Lying on the Battlefield Jun Mo Smile" in public, kowtow three times, and the old man will spare you for the crime of disrespect to Lin Daxia!"

Lu Tianyang was looking at this painting and was fascinated, and he didn't hear the old man's words at all.

The memories of more than a thousand years ago were only a few months ago for him, and everything seemed to be still vivid, thinking of the friends in the Tiance Mansion, and thinking of the old general Li who was unhappy for himself above the court, angrily scolded the faint monarch and traitorous ministers, but was thrown into the prison, the whole family was captured, and when he learned the news and broke into the prison to rescue him, this old general who had shed blood and sweat for the country and the people had already been tortured to the point of being inhuman, and died with hatred......

Scenes flashed in his heart, and Lu Tianyang's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"Master. 』

Suddenly, a pair of warm and soft little hands stretched out, and it turned out that Mu Yue had quietly walked into the hall and held his big hand.

The little girl stared at him quietly, her face was still flat and expressionless, but her big jewel-like eyes contained indescribable tenderness and care, as if she knew all his thoughts and all his grief and anger, and she felt it all.

Lu Tianyang was moved in his heart and smiled at her.

Mu Yue quietly withdrew from the hall, but her soft gaze remained on him for a moment.

As soon as Lu Tianyang came back to his senses, he heard a voice with hidden anger and said, "Boy, have you heard the old man's words?"

"Huh?" Lu Tianyang naturally didn't know what he had just said, but fortunately, Muyue immediately reminded him with telepathy.

Lu Tianyang was amused in his heart, and he wanted to bow down and kowtow to his own words? What kind of shame game is this?

However, seeing that the old man admired his words so much, he couldn't get angry with the old man, so he smiled faintly and said, "Old man, the juniors try their best." Please prepare the wolf brush, the Hui ink of Shexian, and the rice paper of Xuancheng. ”

Hearing that he asked for the best pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, the old man snorted: "You kid knows treasures." He also ordered Guan Sui to go to his study and take it out, and asked someone to move a good desk and put it in the center of the hall.

Everyone present saw that Lu Tianyang took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread the rice paper on the desk, and began to grind the ink slowly, his expression was still a little dazed, and they couldn't help whispering.

"Look at Lu Shao's head like this, it seems that he has really studied for a few years. ”

"So what? Seeing that his ink grinding action is very unfamiliar, whether he can write even words well is a problem, and it is difficult to copy Lin Daxia's handwriting!"

The old man shook his head when he saw the action of grinding ink, he knew how to grind ink, but he was not familiar with the action, and he looked at the person who usually wrote less, otherwise he would not even be familiar with grinding ink, is it that every time he writes, someone grinds ink for him?

As Guan Sui, he naturally wouldn't chew his tongue in a low voice like everyone else, but he had been observing his father's face, and when he saw his father's eyes showing contempt, he couldn't help but feel secretly refreshed in his heart.

Lu Tianyang was brought by Qiao Xiaofeng, he is not good at challenging Lu Tianyang in martial arts, but it is not bad to let his father taunt Lu Tianyang in this calligraphy, at least let this kid know that there is a huge gap between young people and their predecessors, and it is better to be down-to-earth and not show their sharpness too early!

He folded his arms in front of his chest, looking forward to the exciting scene of the upcoming "kowtow".

Qiao Xiaofeng also frowned, and the anxiety and expectation in his heart were mixed together, and he couldn't tell what it was like. He believed in his own vision, this Lu Tianyang was obviously not a man of his mouth, but if this kid could really imitate the same handwriting as Lin Daxia, he was really not half sure.

Everyone present has their own thoughts, but none of them can guess that Lu Tianyang is now grinding ink, but his mind is suddenly returning to distant memories, when he was still about eleven years old Xiao Muyue accompanied him, every day for him to pick up the lamp and grind the ink, the unique ink fragrance and the little girl's elegant fragrance is better than the orchid, it is in response to the sentence in the book "red sleeves add fragrance", so that Lu Tianyang still feels warm and unforgettable in retrospect.

He smiled lightly at Muyue in the distance, and then he lifted the brush, dipped in ink, and the pen fell, but when he saw that the pen was like a dragon and snake, it was sprinkled continuously, and there was a great sense of dripping in one go.

Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa immediately urge.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people came back to fight in ancient times?

The words are completed, the pen is up, Lu Tianyang put down the brush and took a few steps back.