My Sister is Tianzun

"Old and brave, I want to ask my little friend one thing."

Mao Jun was easy to speak, which surprised Han Han very much. Who is his teacher? The contemporary great calligrapher Mao Junyi has always been begging him.

Chen Ze knows that if the character of this level is not honest, it would never be possible to reach such a state. The old man didn't look at the lonely people with arrogance, let alone speak with a low profile, which is really admirable.

"Master said and laughed, how dare I be your "beg" word." Chen Ze said.

Mao Jun shook his head easily, "No, my little friend can afford it."

Seeing his repeated demands, Chen Ze couldn't refuse: "I wonder what the master wants me to do?"

Mao Jun raised his hand and said: "My ancestral house is nearby. I also invite my little friends to sit with them. We will talk about things when we get to the place. It's not very convenient."

Chen Ze smiled and said: "Then bother, we just happened to be tired from walking, and it would be nice to take a drink from the treasured land of the master."

Mao Junyi was very happy and hurriedly greeted Han Han, "You can't help the little friend bring things."

What?

Han Han is really stupid, "Master, I am a young calligrapher awarded by the Calligraphy Association. May I give him something?"

"Since you refuse, then I will have to come in person." After that, Mao Junyi had to stretch out his hand, Han Han's follower was full of eyes and rushed to take things over: "How can I bother the master? I come, I come."

Mao Junyi gave Han Han a dissatisfaction and raised his hand to lead Chen Ze on foot. Seeing him walking at such an age, it seems that the Mao family's ancestral home is indeed not far from this year's city.

"Little friends and great talents, at such an age, I can practice calligraphy to such a level. My old man prides himself on writing well, but he still can't compare with you." After leaving everyone, Mao Junyi admitted publicly.

Chen Ze politely denied: "Master, I have never felt that calligraphy is high or low. Words are like people, and people are like words. Everyone agrees that you are the first person in calligraphy. You are the first person in calligraphy. Skill."

"Haha..." Mao Junyi smiled, "The little friend is in a good mood to relieve the old. Well, I'm home, please!"

The Mao family's mansion is very chronological, and the festive atmosphere of the New Year is also decorated in this house. As soon as the two of them entered the courtyard, a man in his 30s hurriedly walked over: "Uncle, you can be regarded as coming back. Secretary Jiang and the others have arrived, and they have been sitting for a while."

"It's okay, if I don't go through this situation today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to complete the task given to me. Now that there are little friends, I will definitely not let Secretary Jiang go empty."

As he spoke, a man in his forties wore glasses, and his breath was solemn, and Chen Ze seemed to have seen him in a daze.

"Master Mao, Jiang Qian is harassing, please forgive me." Secretary Jiang apologized.

"It's because I have a heavy burden and haven't found the status, so I think of going back to my hometown in Dongjiang to relax, maybe it can make me regain my original intention." Mao Junyi said.

Secretary Jiang asked: "Looking at the master's demeanor, it looks like this is not bad, but I don't know if I can pick up a pen?"

"No, I still don't have the status. At this time, I can't show the style of my ancient Chinese charm." Mao Junyi shook his head.

Secretary Jiang paused for a while, unable to see whether he was angry or unhappy. "Master, the guest from the third grade is coming, and our gifts will definitely be given at that time. If the master can't pick up the pen today, I'm afraid Time is too late."

"Secretary Jiang, don't worry, although I am not in the state, I happened to meet this little friend while wandering around today. His handwriting is too strong for me. If we can get him to pick up the pen, we will not lose our minds."

Secretary Jiang glanced at Chen Ze and was slightly surprised: "It turned out to be you!"

Chen Ze also thought about who he was, but the other party knew that he didn't expect it, "Secretary Jiang actually knows me?"

"Your company is very good, my husband is very optimistic." He only said such a sentence, making Chen Ze's heart beating.

"Is the husband in your mouth very powerful?" Xu Muyao was puzzled.

Chen Ze held her, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Mr. Chen, since Master Mao recommended it, I will definitely not question it. But this gift is expensive, so please work harder." Secretary Jiang said.

"Chen Ze is terrified, he is recommended by the master, and he must do his best."

Although Chen Ze was inherited, he is still an ordinary person after all. If the gift of handwriting is really good, it will also be the capital he brags about in the future.

Mao Junyi's study room was full of mahogany furniture, and the huge desk had been spreading rice paper. The ink is a superb dragon carbon ancient ink, and the pen is a fine selection of Langhao.

When Han Han saw Chen Ze coming to the table, he made no secret of the envy and jealousy in his eyes. A calligrapher, even if he is touted for a lifetime, is not as good as Chen Ze's writing this time.

The content has long been determined, and Chen Ze carefully savored it after reading it. He needed an artistic conception.

Words follow your heart, and your heart is enlightened.

The content to be written requires comprehension, and comprehension determines the state of mind, and the state of mind governs the rhyme of words.

Mao Junyi lacked this sentiment and state of mind, so he hasn't started writing, and even went back to his hometown to find his original intention after the New Year.

call……

Chen Ze sighed suddenly, then opened his eyes, and his whole state changed. Mao Jun's eyes burst into excitement after seeing it easily, and he couldn't help it.

It was this kind of artistic conception that he hadn't realized for a long time after searching. Chen Ze can grasp the essence, talent, and talent at a young age!

The pen is like a dragon, and the words are eloquent. There was no pause in one go, and it was refreshing to watch.

"good!"

At this moment, the great calligrapher Mao Jun came to the table with excitement.

Secretary Jiang's gaze behind the glasses was also full, and he secretly praised Chen Ze. Tianzong Wizards, but so.

People with his status usually write two pens and have a deep understanding of the characters.

"Chen Ze classmates axe, and please master not to laugh." Chen Ze said.

"Where, I can't write the word you. In fact, I originally wanted to finish this character in cursive script, but unfortunately I couldn't find that kind of artistic conception. Little friend, I couldn't bear to read the word, I just wanted to give it away. "Mao Junyi said.

Secretary Jiang said with a smile: "Master, this word will be seen by the world and will never be insulted."

When the rice paper was opened, there were two pieces of rice paper, and the words of Chen Ze were clearly printed on the lower one, and the charm was not lost.

"Haha..." Mao Junyi laughed loudly: "Heaven is giving me a gift. The little friend's pen power reaches three points, but I am disrespectful of this character."

"How is this possible!" Xu Muyao exclaimed: "The words below are clear and the words above are not obscured by too much ink, how did you do it."

"As far as the pen can be, through the ages, only the book Shengyi has been able to do it. The pen strength of the little friend, the first person today!"

Mao Jun was so excited that he picked up this piece of paper, and the white silk underneath was also clearly written on top of it, just like the original.

Mao Junyi was still stunned, but the prudent Secretary Jiang stretched out his hand: "Master, you have to leave this picture to me."

Uh……

Chen Ze was quite surprised. Is this the Secretary Jiang he knows?

A stroke of three characters has been rare throughout the ages, and even if it is really unknown. But today, Chen Ze let everyone really see it.

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