The entire entertainment industry is fascinated by the demon leader [Transmigration Book]

Even though Fu Lisao had seen Cheng Xunsui acting coquettishly to his brother countless times, he was still so shocked that he frowned and turned off the TV.

But he always felt as if something was wrong.

Fu Lisao pondered for a moment, then turned on the laptop again, brought up the live broadcast interface of Onion.com, and took a look.

He finally understood what was wrong.

Cheng Zunsui's makeup today is too "plain".

Without the usual gaudy makeup, he only traced his eyebrows and eyes cleanly, making his eyebrows clear and energetic, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised, with a bit of seductiveness that is not revealing, and when he smiles, his eyes are shimmering... It turned out to be beautiful!

Lines of barrage floated above the page——

Cheng Zuojing started to do it again!

A big man... so thunderous that I get goosebumps all over my body!

Hehe, what is not used to it, what smell is choking, I don't think I can write at all.

I'm still curious about how he writes. He seems to have never written in public?

Last time on the real fashion red carpet, all the artist's names were picked off by fans and scalpers, and only his signature was left, which was big and square, similar to that written by elementary school students!The signatures are all signed like dogs crawling, where can the words be read?

It made me suddenly excited, I really want to see Cheng Xunsui get slapped in the face!

I also want to... wait for Cheng Zuojing to make a fool of himself!

Sitting and waiting for Cheng to make a fool of himself +1

……

Miss host, you must hold on!Don't give up easily!

The lady host hadn't spoken yet, and the master pen maker got angry.

Fang Ruihang, the master pen maker, is a grey-haired, fairy-like grandfather. He has been making pens all his life, and he has never seen such a bratty brat who blows his beard and stares. Pen, where is it?"

"Mr. Fang... Don't get me wrong, sir, your brush-making skills are excellent," Cheng Zunsui smiled slightly, "but the brush is not a high-quality brush. Although there is a lot of ink, the material is too soft, soft and has no edge, and the pen is not easy to write. Bone, the written characters are more than round, but not sharp enough... soft, without bones."

Fang Ruihang snorted, reluctantly expressing his approval, "Then give him another one...Are you used to using Langhao or Jianhao?"

Cheng Zunsui shook his head with a smile, "I'm used to using mouse whiskers, if not, Zihao is also fine."

The staff came up with a Zihao.

Cheng Zunsui took the brush, frowned again and said, "This ink..."

Li Rein, a master ink maker, asked, "This is the top-grade pine smoke medicine ink of our Li's ink shop. It has gone through [-] processes such as burning tobacco, mixing glue... and painting gold. It took a year and a half to make it. Is there anything wrong with it?" ?”

"Ink is indeed good ink, but..." Cheng Zisui narrowed his eyes, sniffed lightly twice, and looked at him with a smile, "This pine smoke medicinal ink is added with cloves, musk, comfrey, fennel, and sumac , white sandalwood, borneol and pearl powder, there is too much musk, but the neutralizing styrax is missing, so that the taste is too strong, but the subtle charm of pine smoke and ink is missing."

The audience on site and in front of the screen "..."

He's not a dog, how could he tell what spices were added just by smelling it?

It must have been memorized in advance!

I don't know how many benefits the TV station has taken from him, and even use this kind of program to whitewash Cheng Zuojing!

Only Li Wei, the master ink maker, was startled and looked at Cheng Zunsui in disbelief.

The production process of pine smoke ink is basically similar, but the ratio of traditional Chinese medicine added by each company is different. It can be said that it is the secret of the ink-making family, but this little fresh meat is only sniffed twice, and the score is not bad. , even... even...

Li Rein looked at him suspiciously.

This batch of pine smoke medicinal ink was made by his grandson, he added musk twice and did not put styrax in a moment of negligence.But such a small flaw, except for ink makers who have been immersed in this way for many years, almost no one can distinguish it, and the program team doesn't know... How did this little fresh meat know?

Could it be that he is really an expert?

But to admit it in public on the show would undoubtedly smash their Li family's brand name, but if they don't admit it...

The so-called tree without bark is sure to die, and people are shameless and invincible in the world!

Who knows what Cheng Zuojing, who is famous for his shamelessness in the entertainment circle, will do?

How to do?

Li Xuan was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do, but Geng Jianian wanted to cue him, "Mr. Li? Why don't you speak?"

"I..." Li Xuan forced a smile, "I..."

Cheng Zusui smiled sweetly, "I'm just kidding, Mr. Li, don't be angry. I can't smell any spices, but I just memorized a few names before I came here, so I used it to fight against the door."

Li Xuan didn't expect Cheng Zunsui to rescue him, so he looked up at him in astonishment.

Cheng Zunsui blinked at him, and said with a smile, "I'm just not used to pine smoke ink, do you have Tong ink?"

He was picky about brush and ink, but also picky about paper and inkstone, he was simply the number one hard-to-please person in the world.

The staff in charge of the props were led around by him, and Zhang D also began to gesture to the host, indicating that there was not much time, and asked him to hurry up the cue process.

The audience gradually lost their patience.

Cheng Zunsui couldn't write it out, did he deliberately delay the time?

I think it is, why is no one reminded?I'm still waiting to see the slap in the face!

That's right, I'm dying of anxiety!

Finally, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all replaced by those requested by Cheng Zuojing. The host asked, "What does Teacher Cheng like to write? Regular script or official script?"

Cheng Zunsui shook his head slightly, "I am a person who writes cursive script in the first ten days, official script in the middle ten days, and now in the late ten days, when the weather is good, I write regular scripts. Now..."

Geng Jianian sneered, "Mr. Cheng, don't delay, I think you can't write at all!"

Cheng Zunsui glanced at him with a slight smile, and said in the tone used to be petite and coquettish in the book, "If I can write, do you call me Dad?"

Geng Jianian "You..."

Cheng Zisui: "Forget it, I knew you wouldn't dare to bet..."

Geng Jianian gritted his teeth, "Okay! As long as you can write better than me!"

"That's what you said," Cheng Zunsui smiled at him, and continued, "It's snowing outside now, so I'll make a post on "Quick Snow and Sunny Posts."

He slowly stretched out his hand to smooth the rice paper, skillfully dipped in the ink and licked the pen, and the pen moved like a dragon and snake, flowing clouds and water, forming a chic and elegant running script in one go.

Xizhi paused for a moment, and soon the snow was clear, and he wished for peace and goodness, but the result was fruitless, and his strength was not enough.Wang Xizhi nodded.Shanyin Zhanghou.

The brushwork is flowing, unrestrained and elegant, and the mood is leisurely, but compared with the roundness and quaintness of the original post, the brushwork is more sharp, and the unbridled air almost bursts out of the paper.

Everyone at the scene, as well as the audience in front of the screen, couldn't help holding their breath.

Antiques are not precious, and people who don't know how to do them may not be able to tell, but people who don't know calligraphy at all can tell whether the calligraphy is good or not.

This word... is really well written!

Flowing clouds and flowing water, but elegant and unrestrained, there is an indescribable unique sense of rhythm between stippling, painting and ticking. When they are divided, they are unique, and when they are combined, they are mixed together. The camera slowly sweeps across the paper, as if deep in the years The snow and clear in the past, the time spanning thousands of years has come, scattered on the wet paper.

Even the calligraphy master Lu Yijiang couldn't help but exclaimed "Absolute! It's amazing!"

He held Cheng Zisui's hand excitedly, "I didn't expect young people nowadays to be so proficient in calligraphy... My grandson doesn't even use a brush anymore, he doesn't even write, he only uses his mobile phone and Typing on the computer, I have been worrying about our traditional cultural heritage all these years, and it will be broken in our generation..." The old man said this, his eyes were red, and he patted the back of Cheng Zisui's hand, his eyes flashed with comfort The Glow "There is still hope, hope."

The bullet screen was blank for a full minute before someone typed a few lines like sleepwalking.

Am I reading this wrong?This picture... was really written by Cheng Zunsui?personally?

I am also doubting my eyes, but this is a live broadcast, it is impossible to edit, the camera did not switch at all just now... It was indeed written by him.

Cheng Zuojing... This is a deep secret!

……

Fu Lisao couldn't help squinting her eyes slightly, looking thoughtfully at Cheng Zunsui on the screen.

At the end of the live broadcast, the host asked, "Mr. Cheng is a blockbuster today. At the end of the show, is there anything else you want to say?"

Uncharacteristically, Cheng Zunsui gave an official speech in a serious manner, and thanked several masters. Finally, he changed the subject and looked at Geng Jianian with a slight smile, "Teacher Geng, my handwriting is better than yours...can you admit it?"

Under the camera, Geng Jianian's face was blushing, and he squeezed out an "um" from between his teeth.

"It's fine if you're willing to admit it," Cheng Zisui said with a slight smile, "I don't know when Teacher Geng plans to change his mouth? I'll prepare the red envelope in advance."

The host didn't respond for a while, "Changed your mouth?"

Cheng Zusui smiled sweetly, "Call me Dad!"