My charming CEO wife

Chen Langya and Alex's calculation is actually good.

Calligraphy is the most important state.

This "Song of Killing a Man", no matter how you look at it, it is already the pinnacle of work.

It must be the writer writing at his peak.

Even if this calligraphy was really written by Lu Chen, could it be possible that he could write another copybook of the same quality on the spot?

As long as Lu Chen's writing is not as good as "The Song of Killing a Man", Chen Langya and Alex can deny it.

They prided themselves on being invincible.

Neither can apologize.

It can also pour dirty water on Lu Chen.

Those who were lucky enough to witness the birth of this divine post on the cruise ship that day were, after all, a minority.

And there is no evidence such as video or audio.

After this incident, the two of them can also invite some sailors, just to muddy the water, and turn the white into black for him.

This little red guy still wants to be famous in the world tonight, to be the sage of calligraphy, and to dream of your mother's Spring and Autumn Dream.

Still thinking about selling his copybooks tonight, turned serfs and sang?If they can sell it, they both lose!

This world speaks of background.

Lu Chen is a grassroots, even if he is really a heavenly man or a saint, if he dares to play with the daughter of the two of them, he will only be played to death!

The eyes of the two are provocative——

Kid, play with us, you're a bit too fucking young!

Lu Chen said lightly:

"Chen Langya, Alex, you are really shameless. Ask for a hammer, right?"

Chen Langya sneered and said:

"Come on, hit me, you should write another one."

Alex sneered:

"Ouch, this young master is so scared, come on, beat me to death."

Some wealthy businessmen who did not believe that Lu Chen was the author of "Song of Killing Men" were also caught off guard:

"Mr. Lu, what Young Master Chen and Master Alex said is actually reasonable. To dispel everyone's doubts, you only need to write another picture."

"Yes, anyway, it doesn't take much time to write a line."

Of course there are also people who object.

"Are you really stupid or not? It's time to recharge your IQ. A peerless post like "Men's Killing Song" is hard to come by. How could Mr. Lu write it in such a hurry?"

"That's right. Besides, this copybook was written by Mr. Lu when we saw him on the cruise ship that day. Can it be fake?"

Gu Xichao stood up, sneered and said:

"Joke, what are Chen Langya and Alex, they told my master to write, so my master has to write?"

"Mr. Lu, don't pay attention to the two of them, they are just messing around."

Jiang Yiyi also said.

Lu Chen waved his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet.

He smiled lightly:

"Write it, write it. True gold is not afraid of fire. These two sticks provoke me so much. I don't want them to pay a price. I don't understand my ideas."

He looked at Chen Langya and Alex:

"I can write another copybook with a more artistic conception than "Song of Men Killing People". If I write it, you two will kneel down for me, call me Lord, and get out of here."

Chen Langya sneered and said:

"The surname is Lu, who can't brag, what if you can't write it?"

Alex also sneered:

"Yes, what if you can't write it?"

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly:

"I cut off my hands, and I will no longer hold a pen in this life."

As soon as these words came out, the room was in an uproar.

"Mr. Lu...don't be impulsive!"

"Mr. Lu... don't be provoked by such villains..."

"Mr. Lu...please think twice!"

Lin Qiu, Zhang Yinke, Sun Yafu and others, including the rich gentry and businessmen who saw Lu Chen writing "The Song of Killing a Man" on the cruise ship that day, all advised Lu Chen not to be impulsive and fall into the tricks of the villain.

"Men's Killing Song" came into being at the right time, just like Li Bai wrote "Will Enter the Wine", Zhang Ruoxu wrote "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", Zhang Bogao wrote "Four Posts of Ancient Poems", and Tang Yin painted "Peach Blossom Beauty".

Poetry is written by them, characters are written by them, and paintings are copied by them.

But these works are the pinnacle of their artistic career, and it is absolutely impossible for them to go beyond.

It is the same at this moment.

"Men's Killing Song" is the pinnacle of Lu Chen's calligraphy, and it is almost impossible to surpass it.

Lu Chen waved his hand, signaling to everyone not to speak too much.

He looked at Xia Shiqing.

Xia Shi was sober, she smiled and stepped forward to rub the ink for him.

Her cheeks were slightly red, like a Luoshen fairy relegated to the mortal world.

So-and-so, charming.

Lu Chen raised his eyebrows, and the originally gentle eyebrows became a little more wild, a little more contemptuous, and a little more sharp.

He held the pen and dipped it in ink.

The movements are natural and dignified.

It was as if he was holding not a pen but a sword.

He is the swordsman in the moonlight of the mountains and forests, drinking and singing, drawing swords and dancing.

Radiant and majestic.

No matter how proud a woman is, her heart will flutter and her mind will be swayed when she sees her.

Xia Shi's Qingxin swayed.

The ladies and socialites in the audience couldn't help but be attracted and shocked by the brilliance of Mr. Lu at this moment.

Jiang Yiyi's cheeks were flushed, even if it was not the first time she saw Lu Chen writing, it was hard not to be overwhelmed by his charming demeanor at the moment.

This is really a great man who gathers the luck of the times.

Young Master Wei watched this scene, Gujing Wubo's long and narrow Danfeng eyes couldn't help but ripple.

"Where are the peach blossoms gone, where is Tanlang, Wei and Jin are romantic... But the peach blossoms are gone in a few months, and Wei and Jin are also short-lived. Can you, Tanlang, really turn the tables?"

He wanted to set off.

Some expectations.

……

Lu Chen wrote with his pen.

"The so-called heroes in ancient times must have the virtue of surpassing others. If human feelings can't bear it, everyone sees humiliation, draws their swords, and stands up to fight. This is not brave enough."

The handwriting is painted with silver hooks and iron paintings, desolate and powerful, like flying dragons and snakes.

This time, it is not cursive script, not regular script, but running script.

A font between cursive script and regular script.

If it is grassy, ​​it is cursive.

If it is partial script, it is Xingkai.

Zhongzheng's book is called running script.

"This calligraphy...contains vigor within gracefulness, and its strokes are strong within gracefulness. It is done in one go, and it is completely natural..."

"It is indeed the top running script, but compared with "Men's Killing Song", there seems to be a gap?"

"Let's look at it again... the momentum of running script is about raising the height and sinking the bottom. In this "Liuhou Lun" by Xueshi Su, Mr. Lu only wrote the opening remarks, and he doesn't see much of the way."

Lin Qiu, Zhang Yinke, Sun Yafu and others began to discuss calligraphy.

Keep watching.

"There are great brave men in the world, who suddenly approach him without being surprised, and without reason, without being angry. The person he holds hostage is very large, and his ambition is very far-reaching."

Lu Chen continued to write.

Lin Qiu and others guessed right, he was indeed gaining momentum.

In fact, the first sentence can be written under pressure, and then gradually accumulate momentum. By the middle part, there is already a momentum of mountain rain and dark clouds overwhelming the city.

Everyone watched, felt, and kept silent.

It seems that as long as he speaks, the imposing aura that flows between the lines, like a mighty river, will destroy them.

"...Those who see it and see its meaning are all sages and sages and the meaning of warning; if the world does not observe it, it is too much to think it is a ghost. And its meaning is not in the book."

"The husband and the old man...have nothing to do with life, and suddenly meet in the grass and wild... This is what Qin Huang can't be shocked, and Xiang Ji can't be angry."

At the end of the writing, the momentum of the whole copybook has reached its peak.

Everyone held their breath, not even daring to make a sound.

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand.

Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of shocking the heavens.

This is the feeling that this copybook brings to everyone.

"I have a mouthful of mysterious yellow energy, which can swallow the sun, moon and stars!"

Lu Chenlang drank and wrote the last sentence.

"...That's why it's an ovary!"

In the Han generation, who can be called the unparalleled scholar of the country, who is better than Zhang Liang and Zhang Zifang?

So far, this "Liu Hou Lun" has finally been completed.

Everyone suddenly felt that there was a ray of light coming out from the copybook, it was the aura of black and yellow, swallowing up the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, aspiring to win the Yuyu sky.

The boy writes, and the dragon and snake fly.

The iron draws the silver hook, and the pen travels to Kyushu.

Ink sprinkles on the green hills, and the lake is full of rivers.

"Men's Killing Song" talks about the compassion behind the way of killing, King Kong glaring, Bodhisattva lowering his eyebrows.

And this piece of "Liu Hou Lun" talks about the spring and autumn of the king's way to win the world, and it talks about the incomparable way of the national scholar Zhang Zifang of the Han Dynasty.

In terms of brushwork alone, this "Liu Hou Lun" is not as good as "The Song of Killing", but in terms of artistic conception, it is definitely better than "Song of Killing".

"Killing Song" is good, only those who have a deep knowledge of calligraphy can see it.

But this piece of "Liu Hou Lun" is different, laymen can feel the majestic demeanor rushing towards their faces.

Spring breeze turns rain, inclusiveness, this is the unparalleled way of Chinese scholars, and it is also the highest spiritual pursuit of Chinese people for 5000 years.

Zhang Zifang in the Han Dynasty, Zhuge Kongming in the Three Kingdoms, Su Dingfang in the Tang Dynasty, Wang Anshi in the Northern Song Dynasty, Wang Yangming in the Ming Dynasty...

Since 5000 years in China, there are only a few people who are recognized as the unparalleled warriors of the country.

Everyone felt, shocked, silent for a long time, no one spoke.

Lu Chen put down the brush and let out a foul breath.

This "Liu Hou Lun" was written for the second time in his life.

The first time I wrote it was when my grandfather was dying.

After finishing writing, the old man laughed three times and died without regret.

Then, after 18 years of ups and downs, with a lot of solidity and splendor, Lu Chen finally dared to write again and rewrote "Liu Hou Lun".

"Grandpa, have you seen it? You once told me the unparalleled way of the national scholar, and my grandson finally knows how to go in the future."

Lu Chen's eyes were firm, and his Dao heart was even more transparent.

The cultivation base that had been stagnant, unexpectedly went a step further, climbing from the first level of innate to the second level of innateness.

this chance--

Three days later, he will be more confident in the decisive battle with Zhao Wuji in the East Lake.

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