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"What's wrong, classmate Luo Yun?"
Curator Lai turned his head and looked at Luo Yun, and his gaze also fell over.
"Why did you ask her to write a Fu?"
Luo Yun was very upset.
"Ahem, classmate Luo Yun, let Ms. Ye inscribe this as the activity charter"
Curator Lai said embarrassingly.
"I do not care!"
Luo Yun waved his hand, not giving curator Lai any face at all, "I donated this painting anyway, I don't want this aunt to write a gift, curator Lai, I don't even have the right to do so, do I?"
"Uh, this"
Curator Lai looked at the leader Li Ruijin.
Ye Shuixian seems to be used to Luo Yun calling her aunt, and her liver hurts with anger, "Luo Yun! If you donate this painting, it doesn't belong to you. I'm the vice president of the Binhai Calligraphy Association. Why can't I write it?" Endowed?!"
Fu, that is, the introduction, is to briefly introduce the cultural relics to tourists, and is usually written by a calligrapher.
It would be fine if it was someone else, this aunt of the Ye family seemed to want to shit on his head.
"Classmate Luo Yun"
Li Ruijin understood that children are somewhat capricious, so he walked over with a smile, and kindly advised:
"Look, the event has come to this point, it's over soon and we're going to have lunch."
"Ms. Ye has served as the vice president of the Calligraphy Association at a young age. She is of high standard. If she doesn't come, who will come?"
"If there is any conflict between you, I will adjust it when we eat later."
A great leader is a great leader, with a strong ability to coordinate, how can ordinary people say 'no'.
Luo Yun just didn't give face.
He sneered, "Hmph, I think it's because of some relationship that you got the position of vice president, right?"
"Her calligraphy level may not be much higher than mine!"
Ye Shuixian laughed angrily at the words, "It's a joke!"
"As a student, how much attainment can you achieve in calligraphy? Do you want to come to write a poem? Then you can come."
"Okay!"
Luo Yun knew that Ye Shuixian wanted him to make a fool of himself in public, so he walked up directly, causing the big bosses present to whisper.
"Hey, he really dares to go up!"
"Worthy of being a star project talent, with extraordinary courage!"
"I think it's arrogant!"
"Yeah, isn't he a Go genius? Can he also write calligraphy?"
"It looks like I'm going to make a fool of myself"
Donald, Tang Yafei, Luo Yinping, Wan Shihao and others were all a little anxious.
Song Yedong was very happy to see Luo Yun lose face, folded his arms and stared at Luo Yun with interest.
"Wait a moment!"
Ye Shuixian suddenly realized that Luo Yun was going to use her special four treasures of the study and willow wood desk!
She has a serious obsession with cleanliness, and she doesn't want a vulgar man like Luo Yun to touch her things.
But it was too late, Luo Yun picked up the brush.
"It's a good thing, it's worth a lot."
Luo Yun twirled the brush in his hand, secretly praising it in his heart.
Ye Shuixian's face darkened immediately, and she decided that when Luo Yun finished writing, she would send all the calligraphy to the crematorium to be burned!
"Master, I will grind ink for you."
Luo Yinping took the initiative to step forward, like a little maid who has a crush on the son.
In order to maintain her quality, Tang Yafei practices calligraphy every month. She has learned how to grind ink.
"Alright."
Luo Yun nodded with a smile.
For some reason, at the moment when the young man picked up the pen, the demeanor of an ancient literati is beyond words!
Some people even had a momentary hallucination in front of their eyes - this young man with an immature face is a calligrapher with a long history!
(Some people are puzzled about Luo Yun being a youth for a while and a teenager for a while. In fact, the gap between these two age groups is very vague. Xiaoyao thinks that anyone who is seventeen, eighteen or nineteen can be called a teenager)
"Huh? This temperament is so special!"
Li Ruijin's eyes also brightened.
On the high-quality willow wood desk, a piece of snow-white rice paper was pressed with a paperweight. After Luo Yinping polished the ink, Luo Yun dipped it with a brush, and the soul of a calligrapher erupted in his heart.
He started writing.
After studying "Xizhi Calligraphy", he has all the calligraphy experience of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi for two hundred years.
Now!
He, Luo Yun!
It is a living book saint!
"Swish, swish, swish"
The ink tip is frightening, the pen is a dragon and a snake!
Everyone noticed that something was wrong with Luo Yun's movements, as if practicing martial arts, with an indescribable charm.
"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost!"
Ye Shuixian folded her arms and snorted coldly, she never believed that Luo Yun could write any good words.
Because calligraphy is a thing that needs to be honed over time, and it can't be promoted overnight!
"Huh!"
With a long breath.
The brush is gently placed on the pen rest.
Luo Yun looked at the eight big characters in front of him with satisfaction.
Compared with the last time he practiced in the manor, he was much more serious this time. Not only did he use what he had learned in his life, but he also injected the essence of the Confucian "Haoran Righteousness Sword Art" and the Buddhist "Dawei Tianlong Jing". special.
"Finished?"
Shangshu Li Ruijin, Curator Lai, Tang Yafei, Ye Shuixian and others hurried forward to check.
When seeing the eight flamboyant characters of "Northern Song Dynasty Veritable Records, Flourishing Times and Dangerous Maps", everyone gasped!
The scalp is numb!
dry mouth!
Is this still a word written by a human? !
Majestic, natural, with a few characters, fairy charm, people can't move their eyes
Whether it is Ye Shuixian, the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, or Song Yedong, who knows nothing about art, they are all deeply attracted, and their spirits seem to be drawn into the world of copybooks.
Everyone knows that if you want to describe something, words are not as good as pictures, and pictures are not as good as movies and TV. However, the eight characters written by Luo Yun really make people feel the internal and external troubles in the prosperous era of the late Northern Song Dynasty!
This is power!
Curator Lai's eyes widened, with a "Damn!" expression on his face.
"Good words, good words!"
Li Ruijin was the first to praise excitedly, his eyes brightened, "Student Luo Yun, your writing is so good! I was really shocked!"
"Skin tendons and willow bones! Luan fluttering and phoenix park!"
"The leader is over-reputed, just write about it casually." Luo Yun is very humble.
Calmly glanced at Ye Shuixian, who opened his mouth wide, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Donald, Tang Yafei and Wan Shihao also had horrified expressions on their faces. They knew that Luo Yun might be able to do some calligraphy, but unexpectedly, it was so good! This is not a word, it is simply art!
"Master is really amazing!"
Luo Yinping almost worshiped Luo Yun to death.
However, do you think the face-slapping is over?
No, it's just the beginning!
When everyone praised it again and again, and Luo Yun responded everywhere, Curator Lai ordered someone to collect this copybook, and prepared to frame it and put it next to "A Picture of the Sea During the Qingming Festival".
The more Ye Narcissus thought about it, the more angry she became!
She was so angry that so many big shots were slapped in the face, so she beckoned:
"Destroy this table for me! Then take it and burn it!"
"I don't like using someone else's desk!"
"nausea!"
A big martial artist bodyguard behind him nodded, said yes, and walked forward.
In front of everyone in Li Ruijin, the bodyguard of the great martial artist raised his palm horizontally, and with all his energy, he slapped it hard on the desk!
Just listening to "Crack!" With a loud noise, the willow desk worth hundreds of thousands was split into four or five pieces, flew in all directions, and landed with a bang.
Before Ye Shuixian felt refreshed, Curator Lai's eyes fell on a table not far away, and suddenly he seemed to have seen a ghost, "You you guys!! What is that!?"
Everyone looked intently.
I saw that ink stains had penetrated into the broken table wood, as deep as one third!
Due to the uneven chopping, a "Song" character is twisted and twisted!
Isn't this exactly the word "Song" in the "Northern Song Dynasty" written by Luo Yun just now?
In an instant!
Everyone remembered an idiom that has been passed down through the ages¡ª¡ª
Penetrating three points!
"Book sage, this is the book sage!"
Curator Lai seemed to be crazy, and he muttered: "It is rumored that during the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Wang Xizhi wrote the "Huang Ting Jing" on a wooden board, and was later engraved by the craftsmen ordered by the Jin Yuan Emperor. deep!"
"You're only seventeen years old, but your skills are so terrifying!"
"This is really a juvenile book sage!!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)You are only seventeen years old, but your skills are so terrifying! "
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