The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Wang Daochun snorted coldly: "No matter how bad the quality is, it is better than traitors. You are not welcome here!"

When Huang Yu heard this, her face suddenly turned black, and she hummed coldly, "Wang Daochun, don't mess with the shit, I'm not a traitor! To be precise, I am an internationalist. I don't have borders in my heart. There should also be no national boundaries. It is because your vision is too narrow, not that my vision is too wide. In my heart, I am a perfect internationalist. I do not belong to China, nor do I like China. I just happened to be born in China. . "

"Gee ..." A sudden retching sound interrupted Huang Yu's words.

Topaz frowned, a young monk in between, rutting at the table.

The old monk whispered, "What's the matter, sir? Aren't you always in good health? I haven't seen you vomit until you've grown this long."

The young monk waved his hand: "Master, I'm afraid it won't work. For the first time I meet such a shameless person, I can't take it anymore."

"Learning as a teacher, when you see something disgusting, think of the beautiful one." The old monk said.

Little monk: "No, I want to be beautiful, the gap is too big, and it is easier to vomit."

The old monk said: "You try to think about shit."

"Ah ... **** really works, it's only a little better than the one just before, and the drop is not too big." The little monk didn't vomit.

Huang Yudao's face turned black into briquettes, and he said angrily, "Wang Daochun, you also receive this kind of person without quality? Have you been so lonely?"

Wang Daochun shook his head and said, "I don't accept traitors, you can go."

"You!" Huang Yu looked angry for a long time, and said, "You ... well. All said that Wang Daochun's calligraphy is unique, like the Yangtze River. I want to learn something today."

Wang Daochun shook his head and said, "No interest. I don't communicate with traitors."

"This is not communication, this is a challenge! I want to tell you with practical actions, what you call calligraphy is worth mentioning!" Huang Yu proudly said.

Just then, a woman on the side exclaimed, "Mage, what are you doing? This is the master's pen. You can't use ... hey ... stop!"

After hearing this exclamation, Huang Yu and Wang Daochun both looked at it subconsciously, and saw that the monk didn't know when to pick up Wang Daochun's writing brush. Regardless of the obstruction of the beautician assistant, the pen was thrown off the sleeve!

Wang Daochun frowned. Many calligraphers have some hobbies, such as cherishing their pens as life, or cherishing certain things and their cherishment, and do not like touching others. Wang Daochun's pen is his restricted area ...

When Huang Yu looked at it, Haha laughed and said, "A freakish person also needs to write his own words? Has Huaxia already fallen to such a point?"

In the end, the monk shook his arm. The next moment, the pen seemed to be alive. The pen and ink were like a dragon, the paper was like a sea, the dragon returned to the sea, and the weather was a thousand characters.

The most amazing thing is that the Founder's hand is flying and moving like a dragon, but the body is calm like an ancient bell and an old Buddha!

At that moment, everyone had an illusion, as if the person who wrote the book was not alone, but a Buddha! This Buddha is not writing, but painting dragons ...

A few short breaths, two lines of large characters appeared on the paper, it is indeed--Aoyama was fortunate to bury his bones, and the iron was innocent to cast a prince!

Two sentences, fourteen large characters, and one stroke of each painting are like a sharp knife. With one glance, Huang Yu's face turned red ... What did he want to say, but what could he say? He laughed at people who couldn't write, and the words they wrote were like the track of a dragon. The domineering in the words gave him no courage to say a word that was against conscience, and it was not good to stigmatize the words.

What's more, with so many colleagues here, who can read the word? He now has one more word to slap himself.

But don't you say?

These fourteen words were like fourteen knives, and they were chopped on his body.

"Okay!" I didn't know who it was, first shouted out, then there was thunderous applause, and there was a good cry at the scene, one after another!

Wang Daochun had an unhappy face. When he saw the word, he was so speechless that he couldn't speak, and only two words popped up for a long time: "OK ... OK ..."

At this time, the little monk came to Huang Yu with a pen and smiled, "Aren't you going to write? Write, let's watch it."

When Huang Yu heard it, her face turned black.

Others laughed. There are many colleagues here. As everyone knows, Huang Yu's ability is unique, but when people ’s hearts are broken, their words are broken. Words are like people, people are traitors, and words just don't go well. However, I have to say that Huang Yu's words are indeed very good, surpassing many people present.

But in front of this old monk, everyone knows that Huang Yu's words are worthless!

Guan Gong playing a big sword? Is it a death, or are you not afraid of shame?

The word, let alone Topaz, no one dared to write it!

Huang Yu didn't dare, at this time it was shame not to take the pen. After receiving the pen and writing the words, it was even more shameful!

For the first time, Huang Yu found out sadly that there would be a day in his lifetime without even the courage to take a pen!

In the end, Huang Yu stomped her feet and snorted coldly: "I'm not in good shape today, so don't write!"

Having said that, Huang Yu took the man out of his life ...

"Haha ..." everyone laughed, Huang Yu walked faster, and finally ran. He knew that after today, he was a joke in the circle. A calligrapher who thinks himself does not dare to take a pen, what face does he say that he is a calligrapher?

"Thank you Master for taking the siege." Wang Daochun came back at this time, and he quickly bowed down to salute, 90 degrees, respectful, like students facing the teacher.

But none of the people present felt that Wang Daochun's actions had been passed, but took them for granted.

Learners who have no priority are the teachers, and the founder's words have conquered everyone present.

Founder quickly turned away and didn't dare to accept the etiquette. His words were given systematically, but Wang Daochun, the true calligrapher, worked hard day and night, and realized that the sword has been sharpened for decades!

If it is said that in the future, who can carry the flag of Chinese calligraphy and spread the culture of calligraphy, Founder is definitely not among them. It is these masters who are really willing to work hard and work hard.

Founder hurriedly said, "The donor is polite, the poor monk just wrote a few words."

Wang Daochun shook his head and said, "The master doesn't know, then Topaz is not here to make fun, but to hit the scene. The level of calligraphy between Topaz and I has always been between Bo Zhong. If he stood up and compared with me today, If we win, we will fail the exhibition. If he loses, he can also question our referee's injustice ... After a bit of trouble, we can close the tour. But with the master's shot, a few words will make him difficult And retreat, this is a big favor for us. "