"Yes, master." The old servant nodded respectfully and then walked straight to the desk where Huang Xiaolong had just written.

‘Hmph! This young man really doesn’t understand the superiority and inferiority! The master has given him enough face just now, and he still doesn’t know how to advance and retreat, so he insists on the master reading his words…’

The old servant also had a deep resentment towards Huang Xiaolong in his heart.

At this time, the old servant grabbed Huang Xiaolong's work with a little rudeness. He took a look at it first, and then the sarcastic look on his face became even stronger, and he couldn't help but say, "It's indeed a ghost-drawing talisman!"

The old servant held Huang Xiaolong's work in both hands and raised his head high, so that the guests in the garden could see clearly.

I saw that Huang Xiaolong's works were very strange. They did not write poems or lyrics, but the word "尼".

The rice paper is densely filled with the words "尼", which can be almost dozens or hundreds.

After a few breaths

"Ah hahaha what's the thing about this? The same word was written in several rows in a row. No wonder it could be completed in a few minutes... Hahahahaha, I'm so laughing!"

A hilarious sound rang.

The whole garden was in an uproar

"Bad works! It's a great masterpiece of calligraphy and painting! I have written the word "Feng" and written dozens or hundreds of times. I can cut this one and I can do it too! I can write 1,000 words "Feng" in ten minutes, which is a useless thing!"

"Look at the words written by others, they are all ancient poems, with elegant handwriting and brilliant writing style. When you look at this guy, it's like a primary school student who is learning calligraphy from brush."

"No matter how well a word is written, it is not as good as an article. Besides, I see that his words "Shou" are crooked and irregular."

"I also stood up and let the old man read his words. This is really a humiliation."

...

Countless sneers, sarcasm, and even swearing sounds came one after another.

The people from the Sun family all lowered their heads, hoping to get in with a crack in the ground.

Ying Aoshan also looked at Huang Xiaolong helplessly, and his eyes turned, and the subtext was "I can only help you get here."

The most proudest thing at this time was Chen Xiong and Chen Zihuan and his son. Chen Zihuan roared at Huang Xiaolong. "Huang Xiaolong! You openly play with the old man, you are very brave! Get out quickly!"

"Hahaha~ Forget it, since there is no one who knows the goods, I won't say much." Huang Xiaolong shook his head helplessly, but a hint of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just then!

"Quiet! Shut up!"

Mr. Jin suddenly burst out with a loud roar!

This sound contains a trace of true energy, which is as loud as the Huang Zhong Da Lu, shocking!

For a moment, the noise in the garden came to an abrupt end!

"This...this...this..." Mr. Jin walked towards the old servant holding Huang Xiaolong's works in a daze, looking at the words "long" with his eyes straight, "Oh my god...so perfect! So perfect! This...this is simply a miracle... How could anyone in the world write such a magical work...this is the ultimate of calligraphy skills~"

At this moment, Mr. Jin was fascinated. When walking, he shook his head and his face turned red, as if he had drunk a lot of wine, and was soaked. The expression on his face seemed to be savoring. In his eyes, there were sometimes surprises, sometimes worshiping, and sometimes stunning expressions...

Seeing this, the people in the garden were puzzled and confused...

What's wrong with Mr. Jin?

"Haha, it's good that you can understand." Huang Xiaolong smiled.

Just when everyone was puzzled, Mr. Jin finally walked to the old servant and glared. "Give me... this letter! Be careful! This is a national treasure! If you ruin a little bit, your life will not be enough to lose!"

"Master...this..." The old servant was stunned and immediately handed the letter to Mr. Jin as if walking on thin ice.

Mr. Jin took it carefully, as if he had found a treasure. He widened his eyes and stared at the irregular characters of longevity without blinking. Suddenly, his eyes were rosy, as if he was about to cry!

Mr. Jin is crazy?

"Hahahaha, the picture of the centenary! This is a picture of the centenary that has never been seen before!" Old Master Jin suddenly laughed to the sky, burst into tears, and was extremely excited. "The old man is willing to appreciate such a masterpiece in his lifetime, and he will be willing to die! Hahaha!"

After pausing, Mr. Jin glanced at those who were full of surprise and doubts. "You don't understand at all! This is a masterpiece! A hundred-life picture, no more or less, just one hundred characters with fonts of different styles! There is Li Si's seal script! There is Wang Xizhi's world's number one running script! There is Zhang Xu's cursive script! There is Liu Gongquan's regular script..."

"Each hundred characters of longevity is different, without the same! Each character of longevity represents the pinnacle of calligraphy art!"

"Look... the first character "Shou" was written in Li Si's seal script. It really got 99% of the charm. It is almost difficult to distinguish between Li Si's original works! It looks similar to the form and spirit! It's like this character "Shou" was written by Li Si himself after his death!"

After saying this, everyone in the garden opened their mouths and was so shocked that they were beyond words! Ying Aoshan, who was full of fairy spirit, now looked crazy, like a fairy falling from the mortal world.

Mr. Jin could not understand the words of Huang Xiaolong, the hundred long-lasting characters, were written using the techniques of a hundred most outstanding calligraphers in history, and each long-lasting character has reached the charm of 99% of the calligrapher, making the fake a real thing.

A person's calligraphy accomplishments have gathered 99% of the 100 calligraphy masters in history. What is this concept?

Anyone who has practiced calligraphy knows that learning a certain master's calligraphy often requires spending all his life and energy, and hundreds of times of copying to obtain some subtleties.

But now, Huang Xiaolong has mastered the charm of a hundred historical calligraphy masters alone.

This is not something that can be described by a calligraphy genius, he can only be a monster!

He is the god in the field of calligraphy!

After hearing Mr. Jin's explanation, the guests at the scene gathered their eyes again and looked at the work tremblingly in the old man's hand, and saw some tricks coming.

Sure enough, each word "利" has a completely different artistic conception. Some are soft, some are straightforward, some are unrestrained, some are wild, some are like flowing clouds and water, and some are like tigers and dragons...

"It's so strong... This work is more delicious and more exciting as you look at, and more exciting as you look at!"

"Hiss!!! Everyone... Everyone is quiet... He... It seems that he only took three minutes! My God! In three minutes, I wrote out the fonts of one hundred everyone..."

Thinking about it carefully is extremely scary!

The whole audience was silent!

At this time, Mr. Jin, holding Huang Xiaolong's work, walked towards Huang Xiaolong tremblingly. "The picture of a hundred lives... There is no one before and after... Every word of longevity is enough to make the old man taste it for one month, no, three months..."

Mr. Jin walked to Huang Xiaolong, "This... this letter is really... it's really for the old man? You... don't you regret it? This... this is a rare national treasure, a word that is hard to change..."

"Of course it's for you." Huang Xiaolong smiled indifferently. "It's no big deal to write this. I can write hundreds of pictures a day."

Mr. Jin took a deep breath, as if he had made some decision!

Suddenly, he bowed to Huang Xiaolong. "Can you... accept me as your disciple?"

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Chapter completed!