Wang Daochun snorted coldly and said: "No matter how poor your quality is, you are still better than a traitor. You are not welcome here!"
When Huang Yu heard this, his face suddenly darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Wang Daochun, don't grab the shit basin, I am not a traitor! To be precise, I am an internationalist, and there are no borders in my heart. Calligraphy
There should be no national boundaries. It’s because your vision is too narrow, not that I am too broad. In my heart, I am a perfect internationalist. I don’t belong to China and I don’t like China. I just happened to be born in China.
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"Ugh..." A sound of retching suddenly sounded, interrupting Huang Yu's words.
Huang Yu frowned and looked around, seeing a young monk in the middle, holding the table and retching.
The old monk asked in a low voice: "Disciple, what's wrong? Aren't you always in good health? I haven't seen you vomiting since you were so old."
The young monk waved his hand and said: "Master, I'm afraid I'm going to die. It's the first time I've met such a shameless person. I'm so disgusted that I can't stand it anymore."
"Study is a teacher. When you see something disgusting, think of something beautiful." The old monk said.
Little monk: "No, if you think about beautiful things, the gap is too big, and it will be easier to vomit."
The old monk said: "Try thinking about shit."
"Hey... shit really works, it's just a little better than the one just now, not too big a difference." The little monk stopped vomiting.
Huang Yudao's face turned black as coal, and he said angrily: "Wang Daochun, do you accept such an unqualified person? Are you already so lonely?"
Wang Daochun shook his head and said: "I will accept anyone who is not a traitor. You can leave."
"You!" Huang Yu looked angry and held it in for a long time before saying, "You... are very good. People say that your calligraphy, Wang Daochun, is as unique as the Yangtze River. I would like to learn a lesson today."
Wang Daochun shook his head and said, "I'm not interested. I don't communicate with traitors."
"This is not communication, this is a challenge! I want to tell you with practical actions that your so-called calligraphy is nothing to mention!" Huang Yu said proudly.
At this moment, a woman on the side exclaimed: "Master, what are you doing? This is the master's pen, you can't use it...Hey...stop it!"
Hearing this exclamation, Huang Yu and Wang Daochun both looked over subconsciously, and saw that the monk had picked up Wang Daochun's brush at some point, and regardless of the beautiful assistant's obstruction, he flicked his sleeves and started writing!
Wang Daochun frowned. Many calligraphers have some hobbies, such as cherishing their pens as much as their lives, or cherishing certain things so much that they don't like others to touch them. Wang Daochun's pens are his restricted area...
Huang Yu looked at it and laughed loudly: "A stinky beggar still wants to write and write? Is China already in such a state of decline?"
As a result, before he finished speaking, the monk waved his arm. The next moment, the pen seemed to come alive. The pen and ink were like dragons, the paper was like the sea, and the dragon returned to the sea. There were thousands of scenes, and a big character appeared on the paper. Everyone who saw it was stunned!
The most amazing thing is that Fangzheng's hands are as fast as flying and move like a dragon, but his body is as calm as an ancient bell or an old Buddha!
At that moment, everyone had the illusion that the person writing the book was not a person, but a Buddha! This Buddha was not writing, but drawing a dragon...
In just a few breaths, two lines of large characters appeared on the paper, and it was astonishingly - Auspicious mountains have the honor to bury loyal bones, and white iron innocents cast sycophants!
Two sentences, fourteen big characters, each stroke is like a sharp knife. Just one glance, Huang Yu's face turned red... He wanted to say something, but what could he say? He laughed at others who couldn't
When he wrote, the words he wrote were like the trajectory of a dragon. The domineering nature between the lines made him have no courage to say anything against his conscience or to slander his poor handwriting.
What's more, there are so many colleagues here, who can't tell whether their handwriting is good or not? If he says a word now, it will be a slap in the face to himself.
But don’t you say it?
These fourteen words were like fourteen knives, cutting into his body, each word was heartbreaking!
"Okay!" I don't know who was the first to shout out, followed by thunderous applause, and the scene was filled with cheers, one after another!
Wang Daochun originally had a somewhat unhappy face, but when he saw this word, he was so excited that he could not speak. It took him a long time to say two words: "Okay... okay..."
At this time, the little monk came to Huang Yu with a pen and said with a smile: "Don't you want to write? Just write, we will watch."
When Huang Yu heard this, his face turned dark.
Others laughed. There are many colleagues here. Everyone knows Huang Yu's ability. He does have his own uniqueness. But when people's hearts are broken, their words will be broken. Words are like people, but people are traitors, and their words will not be good.
.But I have to say that Huang Yu’s calligraphy is indeed very good, surpassing many people present.
But in front of this old monk, everyone knew very well that Huang Yu's words were worthless!
Are you showing off your sword in front of Guan Gong? Are you seeking death, or are you not afraid of embarrassment?
This word, let alone Huang Yu, no one here dared to write it!
Huang Yu didn't dare. It would be embarrassing not to take up the pen at this time. It would be even more embarrassing to take up the pen and write the words!
For the first time, Huang Yu sadly discovered that one day in his lifetime, he would not even have the courage to hold a pen!
In the end, Huang Yu stamped his foot and snorted coldly: "I'm not in good condition today, so I won't write anything!"
After saying that, Huang Yu led the people away in dejection...
"Haha..." Everyone laughed, Huang Yu walked faster, and finally ran away. He knew that after today, he would be a joke in the circle. A calligrapher who considered himself afraid to hold a pen,
How dare you come out and say that you are a calligrapher?
"Thank you, Master, for your help." Wang Daochun came to his senses at this time, and quickly bowed to the other party, making a ninety-degree salute. The level of respect was like that of a student facing his teacher.
But no one present felt that Wang Daochun's actions were excessive. Instead, they thought it was natural.
Those who have learned without prior knowledge are the teachers. Fang Zheng's words have conquered everyone present in an instant.
Fang Zheng quickly got out of the way, not daring to accept this etiquette. His calligraphy was given by the system, but for real calligraphers like Wang Daochun, it was the result of hard work, understanding, and decades of sharpening their swords day and night!
If we say who can carry the banner of Chinese calligraphy and spread calligraphy culture in the future, Fang Zheng is definitely not among them. It is these masters who are truly willing to endure hardship and work hard.
Fang Zheng hurriedly returned the courtesy and said: "The donor is too polite, the poor monk just wrote a few words."
Wang Daochun shook his head and said: "Master doesn't know something. That Huang Yu is not here to join in the fun, but to cause trouble. Huang Yu and I have always been in the same level of calligraphy. If he stands up to compete with me today, if he is
If he wins, our exhibition will fail. If he loses, he can also question our unfair referee... After making a fuss, our exhibition will be closed. But the master takes action and lets him know the difficulty with just a few words.