Urban Cultivation Evil

Chapter 398 Gambling With Calligraphy

When I was nine years old?

Disguise real ones?

Depend on!
Li Murong's face became completely ferocious.

Do you mean to tell Laozi that Laozi's calligraphy is not as good as your nine-year-old child?

"Damn it, okay, since that's the case, then you can write a letter to the sect master to see!"

Li Murong suppressed the anger in his heart, his eyes seemed to cut Ye Tian into pieces.

Ye Tian was slightly taken aback.

He didn't expect that Li Murong could suppress the anger in his heart at this time.

Interesting, it seems that Li Murong's obsession with calligraphy has really reached an unbelievable level.

Otherwise, according to normal people's thinking, because he was too angry, he would directly let his gang of boxers beat Ye Tian violently, instead of wanting to read Ye Tian's calligraphy.

The corners of Xiao Zhuge's mouth twitched like noodles.

He didn't believe that Ye Tianzhen had the ability to write in style.

Is it true or false?
Do you really think you are a fairy?

"Ye Xiaoyou, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately!" Little Zhuge's small eyes rolled around twice: "Our sect master treats each other with courtesy. Understand the situation of the day."

"What's the current situation?" Ye Tian still looked fearless.

Since you, Li Murong, are a calligraphy idiot, then I will let you experience it.

"Roar!"

As if to promote their strength, those big men roared at the same time as Ye Tian's words fell, and took a step forward, and at the same time raised their feet so hard that they stomped on the ground, causing the ground to shake.

That kind of feeling is really as if a prehistoric monster appeared.

If it were an ordinary person with this aura, he would have been so frightened that he would have flattered Li Murong long ago.

But Ye Tian didn't realize it, he didn't pay attention to Xiao Zhuge at all, instead he smiled and looked at Li Murong: "Are you really asking me to write?"

"Seriously!" Li Murong gritted his teeth: "Ye Tian, ​​but, I have to put my ugly words first, if you can't write a fake face, then don't blame me for being rude! Not only do you have to do things for me , and you have to listen to my orders, and become my loyal dog from today on, dare you or not?"

Ye Tian shrugged: "Want to bet with me?"

"Hehe, dare or not?" Li Murong sneered slightly, as if he was waiting for Ye Tian to jump into the trap he dug.

Li Murong is worthy of being the head of the sect, he actually knows how to dig a trap for Ye Tian at this time.

Although he is angry, and for calligraphy, imitating Yan Zhenqing's handwriting is what Li Murong is most proud of.

Although he is a sect master, he has a dream of master calligraphy.

As early as more than ten years ago, Li Murong was just a teacher of Chinese culture. He admired Chinese culture very much, and especially liked Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy.

Even under the influence of his father, Li Murong practiced calligraphy when he was young.

Let alone now, even more than ten years ago, Li Murong's facial features had reached the point of perfection, and there were very few people in China who could match his facial features.

It's just that, later on, when his family was in decline, Li Murong's parents were framed, and they abandoned their pens and joined the martial arts for revenge. It took less than ten years to become the head of the Jiangzhou sub-helm of the Iron Fist Sect.

Li Murong has always regarded himself as a literati.

Unexpectedly, this Ye Tian was young, but he uttered wild words.

If it were someone else, Li Murong would have ordered him to be killed long ago.

However, Li Murong suddenly wanted to see if this Ye Tian's calligraphy was as awesome as he said.

Soon, a piece of rice paper was spread out on the table.

A writing brush was also placed on the inkstone.

Ye Tian stood by the table, holding a brush in his hand, and his whole demeanor changed.

As far as calligraphy is concerned, although Ye Tian has never practiced it seriously, after all, he was forced by his master to draw all kinds of talismans after being picked up by his master back to Wolong Mountain. All kinds of calligraphy let Ye Tian come to draw symbols.

Let alone the font, Ye Tian can still write it in other fonts.

The mere appearance and body are really not worth mentioning.

Glancing at Li Murong, Ye Tian's mouth twitched into a faint smile: "Master Li, if I can really write a fake face, then I have to trouble Master Li."

"What's the matter?"

"Hehe, it's very simple. From now on, you, Li Murong, will be my Ye Tian's dog. If I point to the east, you have to go to the east. If I point to the west, you have to go to the west. How about it?"

"Damn!" With this sentence, not only little Zhuge's eyeballs were about to fall out, but even the 20 or so boxers felt that their ears must be stuffed with donkey hair.

Ye Tian is a brat who is not ashamed. Could it be that he wants to bring Jiangzhou's Iron Fist Gate under his own hands with a pair of calligraphy and painting?

Only a fool would agree!
"Sect Master, although this Ye Tian has some methods, he is too arrogant, let the brothers teach him a lesson!" Xiao Zhuge felt that there was no need to cooperate with Ye Tian.

Based on Ye Tian's few words just now, Xiao Zhuge has already decided that Ye Tian is a guy who has no hair and can't do things well.

Still imitating the face and body, pretending to be fake, and still ambitious to annex Jiangzhou Iron Fist Gate?

Do you think you are a fairy?
Damn it, even if you started to imitate Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy in your last life, it's not bad that you can imitate three points of charm.

Shameless.

"Okay, no problem!"

Unexpectedly, to everyone's surprise, Li Murong actually agreed.

Moreover, he agreed very simply.

"Master!" Little Zhuge felt his little heart couldn't take it anymore.

But after thinking about it, he became calm again.

Because, he didn't believe that Ye Tian could write anything that was false and genuine.

"Okay, if you say something from a gentleman, give it a quick whip!" Ye Tian nodded his head in a good mood.

Write down!

Brush brush!
After a few strokes, the two words appeared vividly on the paper.

calm down!

It's just two simple words, but it is dignified and majestic, with a grandeur.

It seems that after reading these two words, it is really like seeing a vast grassland. I am relaxed and happy, and all the troubles are swept away, and I can think about it quietly.

Although little Zhuge is Li Murong's counselor, he doesn't know calligraphy.

Seeing that Ye Tian wrote it after a few strokes, he snorted coldly: "Okay, I'm done writing, come here, give him a good beat up first!"

In Xiao Zhuge's view, Ye Tian's words can only be bullshit.

"Wait!"

But who would have imagined it, Li Murong's eyeballs suddenly widened, staring at the two words written by Ye Tian with disbelief, his expression became abnormally excited.

Immediately, he seemed unsure, and hurriedly shouted at Xiao Zhuge: "Quick, hurry up and bring Cao Guoyi to me!"

"Ah?" Little Zhuge was surprised when he heard the words: "Master, what do you mean?"

"Where is so much nonsense, hurry up!" Li Murong was a little annoyed.

Little Zhuge realized that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and quickly turned out from the back door of the villa.

Ye Tian was also very strange: "What do you mean, does that Cao Guorang live nearby?"

(End of this chapter)