Lin Baoguo quickly grabbed Ling Fusheng, his expression frightened.
"No, we can't disturb Master Yang's rest because of us. Okay, is Master Yang's work still in your company? Can you let me observe it again?"
"This is no problem. Come with me."
A large group of people followed Ling Fusheng into the company's lobby. The scene was extremely shocking.
The main reason is that the identities of this group of people are so unusual. They are all well-known calligraphy and painting masters.
Under normal circumstances, it is extremely rare to see one, and it is even rarer to get together like today.
In the hall, Yang Haoran's four big characters are hung in the most conspicuous position, which can be seen as soon as you enter the door.
Lin Baoguo suddenly became pious and walked over quickly. Even though it was the second time he saw it, he was still amazed.
The rest of the people were a little skeptical at first, but when they saw the words on the wall, they were all stunned and speechless.
Feng Zhitong tremblingly put on the reading glasses he had prepared, and the world in front of him suddenly became clear.
"Wonderful! It's so wonderful! Although it's just four words, it allows me to see a whole world! Such a work is a masterpiece, and it would never be possible without a true master!"
"I originally thought Master Lin was exaggerating, but now I realize that I am simply a frog in the well!"
"Compared with this work, who of us here is qualified to be called a master? Thinking about our shallowness before, we are simply a joke!"
"Master Lin, is that master still here? Can you take me to see him?"
Lin Baoguo nodded repeatedly: "Everyone, wait a moment, I will ask Mr. Ling to convey it to you."
While talking, Lin Baoguo hurriedly turned around and went out to look for Ling Fusheng because Ling Fusheng had something to do.
Lin Baoguo didn't notice that just as he turned the corner and woke up, Yang Haoran heard the movement in the hall and walked over.
Yang Haoran saw a group of people gathered in the hall and walked over involuntarily.
When he got closer and heard the words of admiration and praise from those people, Yang Haoran's expression became extremely wonderful.
These rare and strange old men, shouldn't they be praising him?
Isn't it just a piece of calligraphy? What's so great about it? How come these old men are less knowledgeable than the people on Huanglong Mountain?
Thinking of this, Yang Haoran decided to be humble.
So he coughed dryly, attracting the attention of several people.
"Ahem, in fact, the writing of these words is just average, not a great work.
A truly excellent work must not only have charm, but more importantly, it must have spirit. It is said that one word can suppress ghosts and gods!"
Yang Haoran's words were like poking a hornet's nest, and a group of people all looked at him angrily.
Even Yang Haoran suddenly felt shuddering. Are these old men trying to eat people? What are they preparing to do with such murderous intent?
"How dare you, an arrogant kid, talk nonsense and slander the master's masterpiece? Is this a masterpiece that an idiot like you can comment on at will?"
"Boy, I'm afraid you don't even have basic knowledge of appreciation of calligraphy and painting, right? What can you tell? How can ordinary people appreciate the masterpieces of such masters?"
"You insulted our idol, you must apologize! Otherwise, it is disrespectful to art and disrespectful to the master!"
Uh! Yang Haoran has a black streak on his head. Are these old men sick?
He, the original author, didn’t say anything, so how could they defend it so much better than themselves? 16 Reading
What other idols of the heart are there? Oh my god, is there something wrong with this?
Everyone surrounded Yang Haoran, and everyone attacked him with each other.
At this time, Lin Baoguo came back from outside and saw Yang Haoran who was under siege at a glance.
Suddenly, he looked panicked and hurriedly ran over, directly in front of Yang Haoran.
Ignoring others, he bent down and saluted Yang Haoran.
"Master Yang, I was just going to find you. When did you come here?"
The originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone's expressions were extremely exciting.
Everyone looked at Yang Haoran in disbelief and took a breath of air.
Feng Zhitong's mouth twitched slightly, he looked at Lin Baoguo and asked weakly: "Is this Master Yang you mentioned, the author of this masterpiece?"
"Yes, this is Master Yang."
Feng Zhitong swallowed hard, and then looked around with a guilty conscience. The old men all lowered their heads in shame.
Lin Baoguo looked surprised: "What's going on with you?"
Yang Haoran said sincerely: "It's nothing, I just told the truth. Who knew these people not only didn't believe me, but also wanted me to apologize to the author of this painting."
Lin Baoguo instantly understood what was going on and was a little dumbfounded.
"Master Yang, what did you say?"
"It's nothing, I just said that this calligraphy is not of high quality. Although it has charm, it has no spirit and cannot suppress ghosts and gods with one word!"
Just now, everyone didn't hear what Yang Haoran said, but now they were all shocked.
Everyone looked at Yang Haoran in great fear.
Feng Zhitong bowed deeply to Yang Haoran in embarrassment: "I really don't know the truth. I didn't expect Master Yang to be so young.
What happened just now is very offending, please forgive me, Master Yang."
"Master Yang Haihan please!"
Seeing a group of old men who looked like elementary school students who had made mistakes, Yang Haoran was speechless for a while.
"Forget it, it's nothing originally. It's just that no one of you believes me when I tell the truth."
Lin Baoguo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly raised his fist towards Yang Haoran, his eyes full of anticipation.
"Master Yang, what do you mean by "spirit" and "one word suppressing ghosts and gods" you just mentioned? Can you help clarify the students' doubts?"
The eyes of everyone around him lit up, and they all looked at Yang Haoran with great vigor.
"Everyone must know that Cangjie created characters. When Cangjie created characters, every character resembled the laws of heaven and earth, gathering the power of heaven and earth.
Most people's writing is just a formality, without any spirit. Only with a sincere heart and the unity of heaven and man can the written words communicate with the world and exert its original power.
Calligraphy and painting that truly possesses spiritual brilliance can ward off evil spirits and ward off disasters. That is the highest state of calligraphy and painting.
These four words are just written casually and do not have any spirit, so naturally they cannot be regarded as a superior work."
There was silence all around, but everyone looked suspicious. It was because what Yang Haoran said was a bit mysterious and difficult to understand.
Feng Zhitong hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask: "What Master Yang said is too vague, and it is difficult for us to understand it. I dare to ask you something. Can you let me see a real masterpiece?"