Osaka, Japan.

The famous calligraphy master Hiroichi Kawaguchi is writing in his study room.

In a moment, a beautiful running script was born from him.

The person standing next to the desk and watching his paintings praised him in unison after he put down his pen.

"Good handwriting! Good running script!"

"Master Kawaguchi's running script is worthy of being the number one in Japan! No, it should be said that it is the number one in the world!"

"You are right! Master Chuankou's calligraphy can be compared with ancient people such as Mi Fu and Huang Tingjian. Even if it is compared with the calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi, it is not much different!"

Hiroichi Kawaguchi enjoyed everyone's praise, but he even wanted to show off his humble appearance and waved his hand and said, "Everyone is too proud, too proud. My calligraphy level is just a just getting started."

These words immediately attracted a new round of praise.

But at this moment, a disciple of his disciple suddenly exclaimed: "How is that possible?!"

This not only disrupted everyone's praise, but also made Hiroichi Kawaguchi's face instantly gloomy, and he shouted: "What are you shouting? It's so rude!"

The disciple was afraid of being punished, so he hurriedly explained: "Teacher, I saw a few Chinese characters on the Internet and was shocked, so I made a rude move. I hope the teacher will forgive me."

"Written by Chinese people?" Hiroshi Kawaguchi frowned slightly.

The Japanese calligraphy community has always believed that they are the true successors of Chinese calligraphy. As for the current calligraphers in China, most of them look down on them. Therefore, when they heard his disciples say that he was shocked by a Chinese calligraphy, Hiroichi Kawaguchi was very surprised.

His disciples have extremely high levels and eyesight. If they can surprise them, their writing skills will definitely not be bad.

"Whose character is it? He Jungo or Wei Chengyu?" asked Hiroichi Kawaguchi. These two people are among the few Chinese calligraphers recognized by the Japanese calligraphy world.

"None of them are, they are people called 'Master Zhao'." The disciple replied.

"Master Zhao?" Hiroshi Kawaguchi said his name several times, making sure he had never heard of it, and became more and more curious. "What words did this person write? Can you surprise you like this? Show me!"

The disciple quickly enlarged the copybook on his mobile phone and handed it to Hiroichi Kawaguchi.

"this……"

As soon as he saw the copybook on his mobile phone, Hiro Kawaguchi suddenly opened his boss.

The copybook is also a running script work. The words are so wonderful!

Looking at the words he wrote, Kawaguchi Hiroichi felt unbearable. Looking back on the past, when everyone praised him, his face felt like it was burning.

That's not a compliment, it's clearly a slap in the face!

Hiroichi Kawaguchi tore the letter into pieces and immediately ordered: "Check it out immediately, who is this person named Master Zhao? I really didn't expect that a Chinese could write such a good running script. Fortunately, in other calligraphy, our famous Japanese masters have higher attainments!"

After hesitating for a while, his disciple finally said: "Teacher, this person is not only good at running script, but also very wonderfully written in regular script, seal script, cursive script and official script!"

"What did you say?" Hiroichi Kawaguchi widened his eyes, looking disbelief.

The disciple quickly said, "This is true. Look at the back, there are other calligraphy works of him."

Hiroichi Kawaguchi quickly flipped through it. Sure enough, there were other calligraphy behind it, and each one was at the top level!

"This...this..." Hiroichi Kawaguchi felt that his proud heart was shattered in an instant, and his eyes suddenly turned black and he fainted from the stimulation.

The study room was suddenly in chaos.

The same scene is being staged in many places in Japan.

The famous Japanese calligraphers never thought that such a peerless master would appear in the Chinese calligraphy world that was always looked down upon and discriminated against by them!

The most important thing is that this person called "Master Zhao" has never been heard of before!

Are you Sun Wuzi? Suddenly it popped up?

The Korean calligraphy world is also in chaos.

But the reason for their chaos is completely different from that in Japan.

"Hurry, send someone to see if this calligrapher named Zhao Master has the noble blood of our Korean nation!" The president of the Korean Calligraphy Association issued a loud command to his subordinates.

"Yes!" The subordinate received the order, but did not rush to leave, but asked, "What if he had no blood from our Korean nation?"

"No? How could it be? How could it be? How could it be!" The president of the Korean Calligraphy Association roared and said, "As such an outstanding talent, there is definitely the blood of our Korean nation flowing in his blood! Even if there is really not, we have to find a way to prove that it has!"

Zhao Yuan didn't know that his few words actually caused such a big sensation in China, Japan and South Korea. He didn't know that he was so angry that he was so impressed by many Japanese calligraphers, and for no reason, he was "been" of Korean blood.

He was sitting at the dining table with Lin Xue's family and having lunch.

Lin Liqiang also came back and sat opposite Zhao Yuan.

He was actually very satisfied with Zhao Yuan and liked him very much. However, at this moment, seeing that Zhao Yuan was not only liked by his daughter, but also by his father and wife, the three of them kept picking up food in Zhao Yuan's bowl, but none of them picked up food for him, which was not only a little jealous and jealous.

He said sourly: "Okay, don't you see that Xiao Zhao's bowl can't be filled anymore? I pity my bowl is still empty."

Xue Guanyun gave him a blank look and said angrily: "Look at you like this, you are still jealous of Xiao Zhao. Is it a bit of a kind of demeanor? Come on, let's give you this chicken leg, block your mouth!"

Lin Liqiang was complained about his failure to compete for favor, let alone how wronged Lin Liqiang felt.

Zhao Yuan smirked in secret, looked at the time, and said, "The medicinal food is ready, I'll take it out."

He got up and went into the kitchen, and after a while, he came out with the medicinal food.

When I opened the lid, a rich, refreshing fragrance immediately drifted out, making everyone feel refreshed after smelling it.

"It smells so good!"

"It smells so good, it will definitely taste good!"

Everyone praised that even Lin Liqiang forgot to be jealous, stared at the medicinal food and salivated.

He kept floating in the air and watched Zhao Yuan and the others eat, but he couldn't eat it. Zhao Mei, who was full of grievance, suddenly lit up his eyes.

The pot of medicinal food cooked by Zhao Yuan contains essence and qi, which has surpassed the scope of ordinary medicinal food. Even ghosts can enjoy it.
Chapter completed!