Wife in the previous life came to the door

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Chapter 192 Gold Wrong Sword

Woke up in the morning to grab the double 11 red envelope, but I didn’t get it...

For the red envelopes you didn't grab, add one more!

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Zhang Zizhou looked at the rice paper spread out on the table, and he fell into a Spartan state.

On the paper are the characters formed by the dragging of a few lines of brushes, and the book is like a trembling pen, and it looks refreshing and refreshing.

If he is a person who doesn't understand calligraphy, maybe he still can't see what's so great about these characters. At best, he thinks he writes well. However, because he understands calligraphy, he will be more surprised and scared when he reads it.

"Jin...Jin...Jin..." Zhang Zizhou stammered several times before calling the name.

Xi Siyu is not surprised. She just likes traditional culture, but she doesn't study deeply. Although she thinks the words on the paper are good, but she is not famous. Seeing Zhang Zizhou's two-dimensional appearance, she couldn't help asking curiously: "Mr. Zhang, what are you doing in Jin Jin Jin?"

Zhang Zizhou took a deep breath and yelled: "The golden sword is wrong!"

"Ah? What is the golden wrong knife?" Xi Siyu said strangely: "Is it a famous knife? Is there any powerful sword?"

Zhang Zizhou was furious: "You woman has a good leather bag, but it is a big straw bag. The golden knife refers to a brushwork formed by shaking and dragging with a pen. It is extremely difficult and very rare."

Xi Siyu spit out his tongue: "I don't understand calligraphy. It's useless to yell at me. In short, what you mean is that Mr. Li's handwriting is very good? Then you just said that others are laity?"

Zhang Zizhou's face quickly turned into a pig liver color, and he snorted, reaching out his hand to rub off the paper on the table, but his roar of "golden wrong knife" just now has already attracted a few The old man, almost all of the old men in this "Chinese Traditional Culture Research Association" are calligraphy enthusiasts. Hearing the name of the golden knife, a group of old men rushed over and asked: "Where is the golden error? Knife? Take it out and have a look!"

Zhang Zizhou couldn't rub it this time. He gave a dry smile and removed his hand. In front of these old men, he didn't dare to reach out and rub off a top calligraphy, or he would be bombarded by these old men to the scum.

An old man in a long gown leaned over the table, glanced at the paper on the table, and suddenly whispered: "Oh, it's a golden knife!" He turned his head and said to another old man with glasses: "Hey Hey, Pharaoh, I'm afraid of misunderstandings, so you should come and see. You have studied the wrong sword the most."

The old Wang with glasses hurried up and took a closer look: "It's amazing, it's really an authentic golden wrong knife." He shook his head and said, "The golden wrong knife is the master of calligraphy by Li Yu, the postmaster of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Although it is as slight as millet, it requires three folding of the front of the pen before it can be completed. The method: the first folding is the first folding of the stroke;

When Xi Siyu heard this, she already understood. The few words Li Hui wrote just now were very terrible. She asked carefully: "Wang Lao, what do you mean is that this kind of word is very difficult to write, it is difficult to write well. ?"

"Exactly!" Wang Lao opened a piece of paper, picked up the pen by himself, brushed on the paper, and wrote a line of words, which is the same poem written by Li Hui: Lin Hua thanked Chunhong... …

But after he wrote six characters, he threw the pen away and sighed: "No, I can't write such a high level of gold wrong knife, just the first six characters, it is already a thousand miles away. "

Everyone gathered around and looked at it. Although there were not a few well-researched gold and wrong knives present, everyone could easily tell with the naked eye that the words written by Wang Lao were obviously a bit worse, and they looked far inferior to those written by Li Hui. Then there is charm, and the lines are not strong enough. In short, I can't tell where it is not good enough, but it is not good enough.

Elder Wang shook his head and sighed: "My golden wrong knife is really too far away, alas! Xiao Zhang, where did you get this golden wrong knife?"

Zhang Zizhou felt embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Now that Wu Meiqi is here, she must be slamming Zhang Zizhou’s face with her venomous tongue, but the girl Xi Siyu is very gentle and doesn’t like to attack people. She didn’t move a stone and threw it into Zhang Zizhou’s well. It turned to the elder Wang and said quietly, "This is written by a friend of mine."

"Hey, is it a friend, not an elder?" Wang Laoqi said, "How old is he?"

Xi Siyu said: "I didn't ask either, but it looks like he's in his early twenties, it looks like me."

Boss Wang was taken aback: "This hand-knife was written by a young man in his early twenties? Oh my God! Did he start practicing calligraphy when he was born?"

Xi Siyu smiled and said: "I don't know this, but he should be a fan of traditional culture. A female friend in his family is still using ancient methods to weave fabrics by hand, sewing traditional Han clothes by hand, quite some. The charm."

Hearing these words, the old men couldn't help wondering: "There are young people like this in modern society, but it's really rare."

An old man patted Zhang Zizhou on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhang, you are only in your thirties, and you are still a young man. You should associate more with such young people, study more, and make progress together."

Zhang Zizhou's face was crackled, and he had to say in embarrassment, "Yes!"

Wang Lao carefully picked up the golden knife that Li Hui had written on it: "I have to go and put this character on a frame, and hang it in my living room."

The other old men were immediately dissatisfied: "Hey, Lao Wang, this picture is here. If you see it, why do you want to move to your own home? No, there must be a charter for this picture. Division method."

The elder Wang was furious: "How can this thing be divided? Is it possible that you plan to divide it into several parts? This is a complete poem, and everything is over."

Several other old men said, "That won't allow you to eat alone, no, no, no one can monopolize this picture."

A few old men instantly turned into a few children, arguing endlessly, just like fighting for a toy. Fortunately, this is a piece of writing, and it will break when you tear it. The old men dare not do anything indiscriminately, otherwise the old men I'm afraid it has already begun to pull.

They fought for a long time, and no one was willing to give up the ownership of this character. They blew their beards and stared, almost about to fight.

In the end, Mr. Wang said: "Hey, I said everyone should stop fighting. Let's ask Xiao Siyu to ask her to invite that friend and write a few more pictures, one for each person, so no one has to fight, you say Roar or not?"

"Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Xi Siyu said embarrassingly: "This... such a troublesome thing, please don't be so good. I have only met that friend not long ago, so I am a little embarrassed to speak..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard footsteps at the gate of the courtyard. It turned out that Li Hui had gone and returned.He was shrouded in the gloomy mood of his previous life, and he smashed his pen and left, but after walking a long way, the gloomy mood of the previous life finally dissipated, and he suddenly thought, No, I am here to send my sister home, why? Can you go first?This is not enough man!

So he ran back quickly and yelled as soon as he entered the yard, "I'm sorry, Miss Xi, I ran out to look for the toilet just now because of a urgency. I almost forgot to take you home. Tsk tsk, I am the most trustworthy person. No, if you say that if you want to take you home, you must deliver it, so my Fu Han San is back!"

This time, it’s terrible. The eyes of a group of old men "brushed" and locked on him, and then the old men began to play the fine traditions of being disrespectful, and said to Xisiyu together: "Little thinking about rain." , We are not familiar with him, we are embarrassed to ask him to write, now we can only count on you. Think about it carefully, since you came to the seminar, we have always taken care of you and treated you as a granddaughter. Now is the time to give us a report. You can make a beautification trick and let him write a few more words quickly."

Xi Siyu couldn't laugh or cry: "What kind of beauty, people don't know it!"

"With your beauty, you don't need to know how to be a beauty. You just need to smile as usual and ask him to write a few more words with a smile. It's a piece of cake for you." The old men bowed, what tricks I have used it all, in front of the beautiful golden wrong knife, it doesn't matter if I don't need it.

Xi Siyu really has no choice but to take advantage of these people. Fortunately, they are all elders in the literary world. They are well-known experts in various fields of traditional culture. Now they can actually pester a little girl to play tricks, which is simply unbearable.

Li Hui didn't know that he had become a sweet potato. He walked up to Xi Siyu without looking at Zhang Zizhou, who was flushed with his face beside him. He smiled and said, "Miss Xi, what are you doing? What are you talking about?"

Xi Siyu said embarrassingly: "Old people say that your writing is great, um... can I make another unsympathetic request?"

Li Hui grinned and said, "Tell, just mention it!"

Xi Siyu cautiously said: "The older generations still want a few words written by you, look at...Can you..."

As soon as she said this, the old men’s necks were stretched out long, and their hearts were too nervous. You must know that someone who can write such good characters must have a very valuable calligraphy. They would easily not agree to help others to write. Let alone write a few more pictures.A few well-rounded old men have thought to themselves: If he doesn't want to, let's pay.

Li Hui guessed as soon as they looked at their attitude, his own few words are very powerful, although I don't know how powerful they are, they must be very valuable.Changed to the usual Li Hui, now it must be his tail up to the sky, and he immediately offered a sky-high price, earning a vote first.

However... I don't know why, he doesn't want to use this thing to make money!

Even Li Hui, who is greedy and lustful, doesn't want to make this money!