The smile on Chen Jizhong's face stopped abruptly, he looked at Su Wenlong in surprise, and asked, "Old Su, aren't you kidding?"

"How can you just joke about this kind of thing?" Su Wenlong said seriously.

Chen Jizhong's gaze turned to Ao Ye again, looked him from beginning to end, and said, "The teacher is like a father, how can he be your teacher? What can he teach you?"

Chen Jizhong couldn't even laugh, but he thought Su Wenlong was extremely stupid and brainwashed.

A guy who has not even grown hair can write good calligraphy and good cursive scripts? It is a big deal in the world.

"Mr. Ao Ye is a savvy man, and his cursive script and regular script are all masterpieces. My talent is less than 10,000. The teacher can teach me so much. I am ignorant and dull, and I have always disappointed me." Su Wenlong tried his best to boast about his master. The master was criticized, but he was a disciple, and he was criticized by his master.

The way of calligraphy is also extremely important in inheritance. Which writer doesn’t want to learn from a famous calligraphy master?

Of course, Su Wenlong completely forgot that he was once a great man that others looked up to, and that countless calligraphy enthusiasts wanted to hold on to him.

"Old Su, are you okay?" Chen Jizhong asked. "He is a young boy, and he is so enchanting in running scripts and cursive scripts? Are you old eyes blurred and can't understand the words?"

"Chen Jizhong, if you have any grudges and grudges with me, come to me. Don't humiliate my husband again and again. If you hear this again, and hear you say that my husband is not good, don't blame me Su Wenlong for tearing his face."

"I'm doing this for your own good. I don't know if I've been cheated." Chen Jizhong sneered and said, "You Su Wenlong wrote the words for a lifetime, but you made such a fatal mistake. Are you not afraid of ridicule by your colleagues in the industry?"

Chen Jizhong looked around and saw many people staring at this side. He said in anger: "Dear colleagues to judge us. Are I, Chen Jizhong, kind-hearted? Su Wenlong is our old friend and old brother. As a result, he is now in the name of a child, and he keeps saying that his husband's cursive script is all the masterpieces."

"Dear friends, who are those who can be included in the magical rank? The calligraphy of the Two Wangs has been included in the magical rank. Yan Liumi and Zhao has been included in the magical rank. Looking at the five thousand years of Chinese history, how many calligraphers are included in the magical rank? Which name is not a shining galaxy? Which one has not been lost after thousands of years?"

Chen Jiqiang pointed at Ao Ye with a sarcastic smile on his lips and said, "Look at me, what is the name of this gentleman who is Su Wenlong?"

"Ao Ye." Ao Ye said out loud. Life is like a play, and he once again became the protagonist in the play.

He likes this feeling.

If you don’t humiliate me, you don’t know how powerful I am.

"Yes, Ao Ye."

Chen Jizhong looked at Ao Ye with confusion, and he almost pointed at the other party's nose and cursed. This young and somewhat overly young guy sat here quietly, with a faint smile on his lips, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Quiet, sure, elegant and calm.

Is this the temperament that a young boy can have?

Or is he an idiot like Su Wenlong? He doesn’t understand what he is saying at all?

"How old is he? He started practicing calligraphy when he was a woman who had a baby. How far could he reach? Su Wenlong said that his gentleman's cursive regular script was included in the magical grade of Cola Brother, you also wrote regular script. Do you think your regular script has been included in the magical grade?"

“There is still room for improvement.”

"Brother Chen Shou, you write cursive script. Do you think your cursive script has become a masterpiece?"

"I just watched it, but when I compared it with the two kings Zhang Xuhuaisu, I felt that I was in a dilemma."

"I also write cursive script. I, Chen Jizhong, has been in the Chi for 43 years. I just got something small and I dare not say that my work has been included in the magical title. Tell me, is this brother Su Wenlong a demon?"

"Yes, Brother Wenlong, what Ji Zhong said makes some sense. The industry does not lack scammers who are scattered, so you should be more cautious in this kind of thing."

"Writing is not easy, and becoming famous is even more difficult. Brother Wenlong should cherish his feathers."

"I heard some rumors a few days ago, thinking that Brother Wenlong had seen big scenes when he had been through the battle formation for a long time. This choice must have a deep meaning now, it seems a little inappropriate. Don't let your reputation be ruined in one's lifetime."—

The Lizhong Guests also began to persuade Su Wenlong to show off a picture that we are all sincere and sincere for your own good. You must appreciate it.

If you don't appreciate it, we will exclude you from the circle.

Yes, circles.

Ability is important, but you only have ability and cannot get the recognition of mainstream public opinion and industry peers, so you can only wander outside the circle.

Circle is illusory, but it is real.

Su Wenlong was furious and his chest was fluctuating violently. The old man was really angry by them and shouted in a deep voice: "What do you do with me? I followed my master to learn calligraphy and pursue artistic breakthroughs, so how can you guys with ulterior motives be compared? Please ask for your name, I ask for my way, and everyone will not violate the rivers. Don't point fingers at other people's lives."

"I don't know how to lift up!"

"Dog bite Lu Dongbin, but don't know the good people's hearts."

"Old Su is very poisoned."—

Ao Ye sat beside him and watched coldly. Seeing Su Wenlong's face blushing and looking very angry, she was worried that the little apprentice could not bear it. She reached out to pat his shoulder, and a golden light entered Su Wenlong's body from his palm. Su Wenlong's soaring blood pressure and boiling blood were calmed down in an instant, his breathing became smoother, and his mood became much more comfortable.

He looked at Ao Ye with a puzzled expression. Ao Ye nodded to him and said, "Leave it to me to deal with it."

"Yes, sir." Su Wenlong agreed respectfully.

I thought to myself that Master is worthy of being Master. He can give people the power of stability and trust at a young age. He just reached out to pat his shoulder, which made him feel safe and believed that he would be able to perfectly solve the current dilemma.

Ao Ye looked at Chen Jizhong, then his eyes flashed across his face, and looked at every calligrapher present in front of him, saying, "My sister often says something to me, don't whine when she can do it."

Everyone was shocked and looked at Ao Ye with a panic look on his face.

"Ao Ye, what do you want to do? Do you still want to hit someone in broad daylight?"

"Now it is a legal society, and beating people is illegal."

"It is really a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgra

Ao Ye looks tall and big, but when he really starts, they are really unbearable to the cultural people.

Ao Ye waved his hand and said, "You are not worthy if I don't hit people casually."

Ao Ye is a noble dragon clan and the noble dragon clan leader. Not everyone deserves his own actions.

It was really meaningless to him to injure a few old men, and it would damage the dragon character.

"Aren't everyone present all calligraphers? Since they are all writing, let's see the truth on the words. Each of you writes a picture and I'll correct it for you." Ao Ye said.

""

Su Wenlong found the opportunity to fight back and said, "Sir, everyone present was invited to participate in the exhibition. They all have their own works in the museum. This is a public welfare exhibition. Some of them will be attracted by collectors and directly paid for it."

"I understand." Ao Ye nodded and said, "Then let's go inside and take a look?"

"Yes, sir." Su Wenlong quickly led the way. He used to hold exhibitions here and was familiar with this.

"What does he mean?" Chen Jizhong asked out loud.

"Arrogant! Arrogant!"

"What did he say? He is coming to correct us?"

"Who gave him the courage? Why is he?"—

"Are you qualified to correct it for you? Just go over and take a look? Why? After criticizing for a long time, I didn't dare to follow me? Those who knew you recognized your identity as a calligrapher, and those who didn't know thought you were the old men and sisters-in-law who were slandering in the village." Su Wenlong began to provoke. He was very confident in Ao Ye's calligraphy, and was even more heartbroken by these colleagues.

He was looking forward to Master slapping their faces with good handwriting.

Chen Jizhong's face was gloomy and he said, "Let's go and take a look."

"That's right, I don't believe it anymore. What good words can a teenage brat write?"

"I'm afraid it's not as good as my grandson's words. My grandson only got the Grand Prix for Middle School Student Calligraphy held in our city a few days ago. Although I am a judge, no one knows that kid is my grandson."—

A group of people walked towards the exhibition hall in a mighty manner.

The reporters present saw that the opening ceremony had not officially begun, and the bigwigs of the book industry rushed towards the exhibition hall in groups. Some people were cursing and looked undepressed on their faces. They suddenly became curious, and their gossip was burning. They held the camera one by one and followed.

As a reporter, you are not afraid of causing trouble, but you are afraid that the things you have done are not big enough.

When the calligraphers rushed over with great momentum, the security guards in the exhibition hall did not dare to intercept them, and allowed Ao Ye and Su Wenlong to take the lead and brought countless calligraphers and reporters into the exhibition hall.

Ao Ye walked to the first literal at the entrance. Generally, the important works of this exhibition are hung in this area, and they are also the responsibility of the storefront. After all, after the visitors came in, they found that they were all inexperienced works, and they were afraid they were disappointed with the exhibition.

"A gentleman is happy to be able to do what he wants." Ao Ye said, sticking to the small words on the banner, "A regular script work. Only see its shape, no spirit. Only see the defensive trend, no change. Stiff and no soul. Is it a shame to hang such a work?"

"How do you say? Don't pretend to understand, you have the ability to write one by yourself?" Chen Kele was furious. After all, this banner was his work.

"Write one, write one." Ao Ye looked around and said, "Is there a case of ink?"

"Some, some." Su Wenlong nodded repeatedly and said, "The ink case is provided for calligraphy enthusiasts at the door. If there are pens and ink, I will bring you over?"

"Come here." Ao Ye said.

So, at Su Wenlong's greeting, the two security guards came over with a desk.

Ao Ye walked to Mo's desk, rolled up his sleeves, and chose a medium-sized wolf brush. He didn't even think about it, and wrote it as if these words were firmly engraved in his mind, or writing was an instinct.

"A gentleman is happy to be able to get the way, and a villain is happy to get the desires."

The same words are written in a wipe.

However, the words written by Ao Ye give people a sense of oppression that the iron pillar is about to stand. The two are contrasted sharply by the cases on the wall.

"Graceful and generous, vigorous and generous. The young man writes well."

"This word is as heavy as a thousand pounds, which makes my heart heavy."

"This word is so beautiful for my teacher"—

Ao Ye looked at Chen Kele and asked, "How?"

"" Chen Kele opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't speak out.

No matter how shameless he is, or something, he knows how big the difference between his own and other people's words is.

Chen Kele's face turned red, and walked to the two characters of his own and said, "Take it off, take it off my word, pearls and jade, what kind of face do I have to hang my words high on it?"
To be continued...