My Sister is Tianzun

In the New Year, the store manager set up a stall here is nothing more than a celebration. Some children just came over to write, there were crooked and typos, everyone applauded.

This young man is obviously ignorant of human relationships and sophistication, so he is here to speak against everyone.

"Happy Chinese New Year, don't be so serious, little brother." The store manager smiled and rounded it off.

"No, calligraphy is rigorous." The man shook his head arrogantly. "Nowadays, calligraphy is weak. It's just that you people mess around. You can write on mop or needle, and it's called ugly books. You type Under the guise of calligraphy, Han Han, of course I have to take care of it."

Han Han?

Chen Ze almost didn't hold back after hearing it, this kid is brain-dead, right. The store manager of the Chinese New Year is indeed set up a stall to solicit business, but he also writes with a regular brush. This guy is too on-line.

"Boy, are you here to sing a high-profile?" Some audience members couldn't help but sarcastically: "How they write it is a matter of others, how the store evaluates it is a matter of the store, we are happy to applaud and applaud it is our business. Besides, they didn't do anything about it. Isn’t it okay to write with a brush for the gimmick you’re talking about?"

"In my opinion, this kind of people who treat calligraphy is no different from those who misunderstand calligraphy." Han Han said.

The shopkeeper finally couldn't help but said: "You are here to participate in the event. We welcome you to write and write. If not, please leave. Don't block my guests for the New Year."

"Why, are you guilty of what I said? To attract customers with calligraphy and make money with calligraphy, your purpose is impure!" Han Han said.

"Don't make unreasonable trouble here. If my handwriting is not good, you can just say that I am, and have nothing to do with the store uncle. I take it back and don't participate in the event." Xu Muyao said.

The people around Han Han said with disdain: "The garbage you wrote has already stained our Mr. Han's eyes. Do you know that Mr. Han is a master of calligraphy from Mao Junyi, and is the first contemporary young calligrapher. He is a representative of the promotion of the Chinese calligraphy, but he has been commended by the Chinese Calligraphy Association."

"So what?" Chen Ze finally said.

"How? Rough skills are insulting to national traditions. Calligraphy doesn't need such a person." Han Han said.

"You are really a naive one." Chen Ze smiled and said: "According to your opinion, people who are not professionals can't write calligraphy?"

"Of course, unprofessional people are blasphemy on calligraphy!"

Chen Ze asked suddenly, "Is your Excellency a Chinese expert?"

Han Han was asked in a daze: "No, you said what this is for for no reason."

"If you are not, don't speak Chinese anymore. Because you are not a professional, speaking Chinese is a blasphemy against Chinese."

Han Han, who choked with Chen Ze, was speechless. After listening, everyone clapped and applauded.

"Don't be arrogant, I'm talking about calligraphy." Han Han couldn't help saying finally.

Chen Ze nodded, "Since you have to point to the face, let's talk about calligraphy. You say that the store makes money with calligraphy is sacrilege?"

"Yes! Calligraphy is pure and should not be used to make money." He said.

Chen Ze asked again: "Then your Excellency is not a calligrapher."

"Why do you say that I am not a calligrapher?" Han Han was not convinced.

"Calligraphy is pure and should not be used to make money, even calligraphy is no exception. Therefore, those who make money from calligraphy cannot be called calligraphers. Calligraphers cannot use calligraphy to make money, so they can only starve to death if they don’t have food. Therefore, there is no calligrapher in this world. of."

Uh……

Han Han suffocated his forehead in a cold sweat, watching him like this, everyone clapped and applauded again.

"Pretty, you are amazing!" Xu Muyao said excitedly.

"It's not that I'm good, it's that this silly person is too silly." Chen Ze said.

This is the same as when a person who believes in God's omnipotence is asked whether God can make a rock that he can't lift himself, Chen Ze dug a hole for Han Han that he couldn't jump out of.

"You are so naive." Han Han exclaimed: "What the **** do you do? What qualifications do you have to question me."

"What are you doing? Why question everyone's calligraphy?" Chen Ze said.

Han Han roared: "I am a young calligrapher awarded by the Calligraphy Association!"

"No, there is no calligrapher in this world. Unless you admit that your words are wrong, you will not be able to call yourself a calligrapher in the future. And you cannot use calligraphy to participate in any profitable commercial activities." Chen Ze grasped this point. , So that Han Han was itching with hatred.

"You don't have to steal your posts here." Han Han thought for a while, and finally found the excuse: "The words that others ask me for are support for calligraphy, and they come on the initiative. I am not the one who actually uses calligraphy as a gimmick to solicit business."

Chen Ze clapped his hands to encourage him: "I thought you had to be suffocated. Are you a calligrapher? Can you write?"

"Nonsense, Mr. Han is the youngest calligrapher in contemporary times. He was awarded by the Calligraphy Association. You said he can't write?" The man next to him was like a repeater. He repeated it twice in a while, and I was afraid of everyone. I don't know.

"Well, I don't think he won't." Chen Ze said, "How about you write two words to show the big guys? Don't be an expert on paper, just pull your hips."

When it comes to writing, Han Han is certainly full of confidence, "I will open your eyes today to know what the real calligraphy is."

He beckoned, the people around him took out a box from his arms, and when it was opened, it turned out to be a jade brush. "My pen is carved from the finest Kunlun jade, and it is made by collecting the unique snow wolves in the jungles of the Alps. There is only one in China! Mo Lai..."

This guy was very pressing, picked up a pen and dipped the ink, and wrote a pair of words on the couplet paper. Seeing that he is indeed proficient in writing the dragon, the store nodded secretly, he is indeed a master disciple, and he is afraid that his writing power after soaking in this way for many years is nothing more than that.

Han Han finished writing triumphantly: "My words, ordinary people can't get tens of thousands. I will send you to you for free today, go home and post it at the door to get lucky."

"Trash, I'm ashamed of sticking to the door."

Um?

Han Han was furious, and his followers were the first to go wild: "What are you, dare to say that Mr. Han's words are rubbish. Do you know that even the calligraphy master Mao Junyi also said that Mr. Han's words are Xiao Tiancheng? , Is born."

"You are ugly, your mother will still call you handsome. This is not really handsome, but her selfishness. Just now you said that Mao Junyi is his master, and of course he won't say the **** written by his apprentice. "Chen Ze said.

"Since you dare to say that my handwriting is rubbish, you must have a good calligraphy skills, so why don't you write a handwriting for us to take a look." Han Han said.

His sergeant immediately talked: "Yes, some people have been questioning for so long, and if you have the ability, you can write two words and see."

"I'm afraid that you will lose your confidence after writing, and I will not dare to pick up a pen in this life." Chen Ze laughed.

"Nonsense! My talent is number one in our time, I am Hua Guo..."

"The young calligraphers who have been awarded by the Calligraphy Association, we all know." Chen Ze smiled and stepped to the table.

Xu Muyao was a little worried. After all, the other party was a professional calligrapher: "Chen Ze, you really want to write."

"I am your hero, I can do everything."

He only used ordinary bamboo pens, and he didn't know what the pen nibble was. The ink pen was not smooth, so he copied the Spring Festival couplets that Han Han had just written.

The same font, the same content, but the skill of this character is relatively clear.

The layman still looks at the excitement, but the owner of the shop is someone who has written Chinese calligraphy for decades. Although the writing ability is average, the appreciative ability is good.

Han Han was also present. He looked bad when he read Chen Ze's words. He wanted to control himself, but he couldn't do it.

There is a kind of momentum in Chen Ze's words, he doesn't, and even his teacher can only get a trace.

Xu Muyao couldn't see what was too deep, but the words of the two were put together, and Chen Ze's spring couplets always gave her a more comfortable and smooth feeling.

"Chi'er, I said long ago that your words are different. In the past two years, you have received too much praise and you have forgotten your heart."

Suddenly Canggu's calm voice sounded from the crowd, and everyone noticed that an old man came around at some point.

Han Han hurriedly bowed after seeing him: "Teacher."

Mao Junyi nodded slightly. He is a master of calligraphy and recognized by the calligraphy circle as the number one contemporary calligraphy artist. He slowly turned around and stretched out his hand to pick up the couplets of Chen Ze, looking calmly.

Han Han has reported himself twice, and everyone knows who this one is. Even if you don't have much interest in calligraphy, you know how powerful the heroes are.

"Old and brave, I want to ask my little friend for something." Mao Junyi couldn't comment on this word, and suddenly shocked everyone!