Her?
Ye Huan was stunned when he saw Liu Yu.
He actually wanted to compete in calligraphy with a little girl.
At least.
I'm also a bona fide calligrapher, alright?
Who are you looking down on?
"What's wrong? You don't dare to compete?"
Old Liu raised his eyebrows.
Today, he wanted to teach this young man a lesson.
Let him know what a scholarly family was.
Therefore, they sent out their weakest player.
Old Liu controlled the Jindi Group and was as rich as a country.
People who were rich to this extent disdained to show off their wealth.
Other than that, their family was best at calligraphy.
This was also a kind of show, but it was of a higher level and of a higher grade. Ordinary people could not play it.
"Why not? If I beat her, you can't force me to practice calligraphy in the future.”
Ye Huan said lightly. He didn't want to practice calligraphy with the tigress 'family the moment he arrived at her house.
He opened his mouth.
The tigress, her uncles, aunts, and siblings who were practicing calligraphy all looked over.
Each of their expressions was weirder than the last.
This kid.
This was courting death.
Does he know calligraphy?
He probably didn't know Xiao Yu's calligraphy skills.
In their eyes, even if Xiao Yu was the youngest, if she was released, she would definitely sweep away a large group of so-called calligraphy experts.”
"What if you lose?"
Old Liu's interest was somewhat lost.
What was wrong with him today? He was already so old. Why was he competing with a young boy?
"I won't lose!" Ye Huan shook his head.
What?
His words shocked everyone.
The old man was so angry that his blood was boiling.
It's so spicy next door, so angry.
Today, this old man will compete with you.
"If you lose, you will practice calligraphy in the study for three months. During this period, you are not allowed to leave.”The old man suppressed his anger.
"Grandpa." The tigress was anxious.
Old Liu glared at her. She was so scared that she didn't dare to speak.
Ye Huan.
Please.
Can you stop?
Competing with Xiao Yu in calligraphy is playing with fire.
"Alright, alright, as long as you're happy!”
Ye Huan waved his hand casually.
Whoosh. Whoosh.
Old Liu was so angry that he wanted to fly up and bite someone.
Were all the young people outside so rude?
Alright, alright, alright. Kid, just wait for me.
"Xiao Yu, write!"
"Yes, Grandpa!"
Liu Yu responded, turned around, filled her brush, and started writing.
The spring was infinitely good, and the morning sun was even more beautiful.
Beautiful and upright handwriting appeared on the paper.
The words were written in a square manner, as if they were printed.
If it was released to the outside world and it was known that it was written by a 14 or 15-year-old girl, it would definitely be eye-catching.
"Not bad!"
Old Liu nodded in satisfaction.
"What do you think?" he asked Ye Huan.”
"First glimpse of the sect."
"Yes!"
Old Liu was silent. There was nothing wrong with Ye Huan's words.
To someone of Old Man Liu's level, it was just the beginning.
Originally, he thought that Ye Huan did not know calligraphy and was afraid that he would not admit his loss. Now, he could not help but think highly of him.
At least.
He was a calligraphy lover.
Old Liu secretly evaluated Ye Huan in his heart.
"Your turn!"
"Good!"
Ye Huan strode over to the desk and laid out the white paper, pressing the ruler on both sides.
Then, he picked up his pen.
The moment he picked up the pen, his entire temperament changed.
It became filled with the aura of a book and became elegant.
It was as if a martial arts expert was making an appearance before making a move.
It was like a sword that had just been unsheathed.
It was like the white-robed female general in front of the two armies shaking out her silver spear.
Ye Huan moved after he finished writing.
Splashing ink like a brush.
His movements were like flowing water, without the slightest bit of sluggishness.
The great river flows east, the waves wash away, he is a legendary figure.
A short line of words, dotted like peaches, cursive like knives, like iron paintings and silver hooks.
Ye Huan stopped writing. With a final swing of his hand, the brush flew out and accurately landed in the brush holder.
This action seemed to have been done thousands of times.
"Good!"
Old Liu couldn't help but cheer. He went forward to take a look and was instantly shocked.
The great river flows east, the waves wash away, he is a legendary figure.
These words were majestic and had a long artistic conception.
Not only did he have the heroic spirit of a general, but he also had the elegance of a scholar.
It was rare.
It was too rare.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Good, good, good, that's great!"
Old Liu's eyes lit up. He looked like an old pervert in his 80s or 90s who had climbed onto the belly of an 18 or 19-year-old.
Fuck!
This was written by him.
Damn it!
Good handwriting.
Swoosh ~~~
The others came over, dumbfounded.
With their realm, they could naturally tell that they couldn't write this calligraphy.
As for the concept within, it was even more difficult to reach.
The tigress also widened her eyes, her heart thumping.
Good boy!
I didn't know that Ye Huan knew calligraphy.
His handwriting was very beautiful.
It looked even better than Grandpa's.
How can it be better than Grandpa's handwriting? I must have seen wrongly.
"Good, good, good!"
Old Liu trembled as he watched it over and over again, never getting tired of it.
The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
The more he looked, the more infatuated he became.
Such a masterpiece is hard to find in the world.
As an expert of this path, how could he not be fascinated?
How could it not make his heart itch?
This kind of desire was not something that juniors like them, who were forced to write, could understand.
This was true love.
This Sun Xu is mine.
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