Zhu Fenghua mistakenly thought it was Mr. Xu who was frightened by the word "Aunt Xu" and said sneered: "Old Xu, this character is written by him."

The rest of the people looked at Wang Meng with a look of fun.

Mr. Xu turned his head and his eyes fell on Wang Meng.

Suddenly, he walked over and bowed heavily to the king: "I have seen this master!"

quiet!

There was silent all around.

They were all fooled by this scene.

What's going on?

The words written by this kid are so trash, how could he be called a master by Mr. Xu?

Xu Zhiren's old face turned red with excitement, and he was trembling with the words.

"I have never seen such amazing calligraphy for many years! This calligraphy seems messy, but in fact it has a charm. The pen tip is mysterious and unpredictable, vigorous and powerful, floating like a dragon! This word is really amazing!"

Stupid!

Totally stupid!

Everyone around looked at Wang Meng in a daze, and his heart felt like a huge wave was stirring up.

A loud discussion broke out!

"What? This word is so powerful? How is this possible!"

"What's impossible? This is Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu personally admitted that this word is fake?"

"I didn't expect that this kid could really know calligraphy, and it was so amazing!"

A group of people looked at Wang Meng in horror.

Zhu Fenghua's face was confused and could not believe everything in front of him. His words were obviously better than these hundred times, so how could it be worse than these words?

Guo Luoying showed a trace of shock on her beautiful face, and she looked at Wang Meng with some disbelief.

"Impossible! Mr. Xu, have you read it wrong?" Zhu Fenghua yelled, his face turning red.

Mr. Xu shook his head: "This word seems messy, but it is not written in a random way. Every stroke has some mystery."

Turning his head, Mr. Xu looked at Wang Meng with bright eyes: "Dare you ask me, I don't know what this word is? I asked myself that I have been immersed in calligraphy for many years and have never seen such calligraphy!"

Wang Meng smiled and said, "This book is called Cursive Script!"

Cursive script is known as the number one calligraphy on the earth!

It seems sloppy, but in fact it is the highest level of calligraphy!

Wang Meng’s cursive script is just an imitation, and the legendary calligraphy saint is naturally not comparable to these calligraphy.

"Cursive script?"

Mr. Xu laughed: "What a cursive script! I thought calligraphy had reached its peak, but I didn't expect that there was such calligraphy in this world! I've really been taught!"

Then, Mr. Xu sighed: "With this cursive script, how many of the calligraphy in the world can compare with?"

After a pause, Xu Lao Chong Zhu Fenghua said, "Young friend was able to create this cursive script, which shows that I am not as good as my master's attainment in calligraphy. In comparison, your calligraphy is incomparable to it, it is too far behind!"

Zhu Fenghua's face turned pale, and she felt dizzy in front of her eyes and almost fell to the ground.

My calligraphy is so unbearable?

The people around looked at each other, unable to speak. Who would have thought that this kid's calligraphy was so amazing that even Mr. Xu felt inferior to himself.

Of course, it is far from comparable to Zhu Fenghua.

Just now, what this kid said was true!

For a moment, he looked at Wang Meng with complicated eyes.

Wang Meng felt a little embarrassed and said, "Old Xu, this cursive script was not created by me, I just got the basics. I once knew that there was a master of calligraphy who was the best in the world and was named the saint of calligraphy! Compared with this, I am far inferior to that."

The Saint of Calligraphy?

The people around were shocked.

How terrifying it is to become a saint with calligraphy!

Mr. Xu was also shocked: "What my friend said is true. Why have I never heard of this master?"

Wang Meng said: "This guy has been dead for a long time, and I also learned about it from an ancient book."

He didn't dare to say that he had traveled through time.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Xu sighed: "It's really a pity that I can't see this master at first!"

Then, Mr. Xu said solemnly: "My friend, I am very interested in this cursive script. I wonder if you have time to teach me this cursive script?"

People around him took a breath and taught Mr. Xu to write calligraphy. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would have no idea!

Wang Meng smiled and said, "What's wrong with this? But I still have something to do recently. I'm afraid I can only go to Mr. Xu's place another day."

Old Xu laughed and said, "What's the matter? When will you come, just inform me. I will definitely sweep the bed to greet you!"

Afterwards, the two made an appointment and told Wang Meng where he lived.

Wang Meng wrote it down and promised to see you at the mansion in a few days.

At this time, Mr. Xu said, "Do you dare to ask me if you are willing to give up? Give this letter to me?"

Looking forward.

Wang Meng said, "Old Xu, I'm afraid I can't give you this word. However, in the future, I will definitely give you a pair of Mr. Xu."

Hearing this, although Mr. Xu was a little disappointed, he was excited again.

After taking the word, Wang Meng suddenly reached out and handed it to Guo Luoying.

"Princess, I think you like calligraphy and paintings. I'll give this to you."

The sudden situation surprised Guo Luoying.

"You really want to give me this word?"

But she just saw that Mr. Xu wanted to collect this character. With this alone, this character is valuable.

"Of course, I just think it's a small gift to the princess." Wang Meng smiled.

When Guo Luoying heard this, a strange color flashed in her eyes, and she took the word and said, "Since that's the case, then thank you, Mr. Wang."

Turning his head, Wang Meng looked at Zhu Fenghua who was in a daze and said, "Your words can only be of shape but not spirit. No matter how much you write, it is just a skill. If you can write your own charm, it will be considered a high-quality calligraphy. I hope you will write with your heart in the future."

After saying that, Wang Meng and Guo Luoying left here.

Looking at Wang Meng and the others, many people were a little lost.

"Xiao Jie, this Wang Meng is really amazing. He is not only good at speaking medical skills, but also writes so well. If only he is your fiancé."

Mei Ruolan looked at Chu Xiaojie beside her and said.

This person's medical skills and calligraphy are both unique, and this alone is enough to be worthy of Chu Xiaojie.

Chu Xiaojie's eyes flashed, she shook her head and said, "It's impossible, sisters told me. Wang Meng doesn't know much calligraphy, they are not the same person at all."

Mei Ruolan was a little sorry, and said angrily: "Really, that Wang Meng is not good either, and that is not good. Someone is half excellent, and I don't know what your father thought about and wanted to marry you to him!"

Very angry.

I don’t know if it’s not a comparison, but it’s really disappointing to compare.

Chu Xiaojie said shyly: "My father said that others are better."

Mei Ruolan rolled her eyes and said, "What's the use of being a good person? There are so many people who are good. Can you just find one and marry me?"
Chapter completed!