Thinking in his heart, the Pavilion Master said to Yue Feng: "Feng Tao, if Yu Wenyan knew that you had damaged this calligraphy, I would definitely not let you off lightly. Now, before she knows, you can go and leave Xi."
Yan Ge, don’t come back.”
At this time, the pavilion master completely lost his previous appreciation for Yue Feng and just wanted him to leave quickly.
Only when this man leaves can his innocence be preserved.
Hearing this, Yue Feng gave a bitter smile. If the pavilion master had said this two days ago, Yue Feng would have been extremely excited and left without saying a word.
However, now that Su Qingyan is also in Xiyan Pavilion, how could Yue Feng just leave like this?
call!
The next second, Yue Feng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the pavilion master and said, "Isn't it just a piece of writing? I'll write it for you again."
What?
The master of the pavilion trembled, looked at Yue Feng in surprise, and then couldn't help but chuckle: "Feng Tao, I know your medical skills are superb, but don't be too confident, this is calligraphy."
"This calligraphy is called Cao Sheng Tie. Master Wenzheng copied the calligraphy of Cao Sheng Zhang Xu at that time. Do you know Cao Sheng? He is Diyuan Dalu, a famous calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. He is world-famous for his cursive script... He is also Wenzheng
The person whom the master admires the most, so in order to express his respect for Cao Sheng, Master Wenzheng specially wrote this Cao Sheng post."
"Forget it, you are from the Nanyun Continent. You definitely don't know the situation in the Earthly Continent, let alone the Grass Saint Zhang Xu..."
The pavilion master still thinks that Yue Feng is from Nanyun Continent. The pavilion master is right. The calligraphy that Yue Feng accidentally tore up was indeed written by Master Wenzheng in order to pay tribute to Zhang Xu, the grass sage.
Hundreds of years ago, there were barriers between the Kyushu continents, but those barriers could only block ordinary people, but those powerful practitioners could travel between the continents.
Zhang Xu's technique was brought to the Yellow Sea Continent by some practitioners. Three hundred years ago, Master Wenzheng of the Yellow Sea Continent saw Zhang Xu's original work for the first time. He was amazed and regarded it as a treasure, and then regarded it as a treasure.
Zhang Xu is regarded as an idol.
Grass Saint Zhang Xu?
Hearing this, Yue Feng was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.
Ha ha...
It turns out that Master Wenzheng whom the Pavilion Master said worshiped Zhang Xu, the Cao Sheng. Who would have known that Zhang Xu, the Cao Sheng, had already recognized himself as the master in his own exquisite tower.
What's more coincidental is that during the day, Zhang Xu also specially taught himself calligraphy.
Thinking to himself, Yue Feng didn't say much. He saw pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the wooden shelf next to him, so he took them over.
"you.."
Seeing this scene, the pavilion master frowned: "What are you doing?"
At this time, the pavilion master was angry and funny when he saw Yue Feng picking up the pen.
This Feng Tao, after becoming the monarch of Xiyan Pavilion, went crazy. He actually wanted to write a calligraphy to compensate himself. Those were Master Wenzheng's calligraphy. Can he afford to pay for it?
Moreover, he is only highly accomplished in medical skills, how can he know calligraphy?
Swish swish swish.
Yue Feng pretended not to hear the pavilion master's ridicule, dipped his ink in it, and started writing directly, with a very arrogant and unrestrained style.
In the afternoon, under Zhang Xu's personal guidance, Yue Feng's calligraphy has reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to touch, especially cursive writing, which he has quite a lot of experience with.
After all, Zhang Xu is a famous cursive sage. Under his guidance, can Yue Feng's cursive calligraphy be bad?
"alright!"
In less than half a minute, a piece of calligraphy was finished. Yue Feng put down his pen and looked at the pavilion master with a smile: "How about it? My husband's calligraphy is more than a little better than the Master Wenzheng you mentioned, right?"
"Your calligraphy is as good as Master Wenzheng's..." The pavilion master chuckled and was about to make a few mocking remarks.
But just in the middle of the sentence, his eyes fell on Yue Feng's words. The pavilion master suddenly trembled and his whole body was stunned.
hiss!
At this moment, the pavilion master couldn't help but take a deep breath, his delicate face was full of shock.
Complete shock.
You can see that Yue Feng's calligraphy is smart and elegant, flowing like clouds and flowing water, as if it has life. Every word is perfect and impeccable, especially the charm in it, which is even more amazing.
Compared with his calligraphy, the previously destroyed Master Wenzheng's calligraphy was just like a child's calligraphy, not on the same level at all.
