Originally, it was an unspoken understanding between Bai Ye and Old Man Yang.

As a result, after such a torment for the old scholar, there was no leftover leftover.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar shamelessly boasted, "You might as well spread it out and take a look at the Qingtong Tianjun. This copybook is wonderful at the back. In addition to Cui Chan's embroidered tiger monogram, there is Xiao Qi's 'Spring Breeze' book seal, and a little

The two characters "Jun Qian" appear abrupt, and at the end is the seal of "look around, knowing that your heart is not far away"."

Old Man Yang did not take out the copybook again, he was convinced.

Old Man Yang said: "After the sage invented calligraphy, except for eight people who have pioneered calligraphy, there is no one in the world of calligraphy. There is no master. They are the last among the last."

obvious

, the old man does not agree that calligraphers can be ranked among the top nine schools of thought, and even thinks that calligraphers are not qualified to be among the hundreds of schools of thought at all.

The old scholar was famous for being able to answer any words and come up with a perfect answer. He nodded vigorously and said: "This is not nice to hear, but it is the truth. Cui Chan had this emotion in his early years. He felt that the so-called masters of calligraphy in the world were

, are just some ghostly drawings. It’s just a snail shell, but it wants to turn the world upside down. It’s not a demon.”

Bai Ye knew very well that the outstanding ancestors of the calligraphy family were all close to the old scholar. Cui Han's wealth of money did not come out of thin air. It was the old scholar who took Cui Han around the world in his early years and beat the autumn wind all the way.

No matter how good the inscriptions are in the world, they are separated from the original works by a layer of window paper. But Cui Chan was able to see with his own eyes the handwriting of the ancestors of calligraphers with the help of the old scholar.

Brother, please give me a few more copybooks. Take advantage of this drunkenness to write more. Just write whatever comes to your mind. Copybooks are standard. The more approachable the content, the more lovable it is. How many kilograms of oranges have you bought? How many have you eaten today?

Let’s have a meal. It’s windy and rainy or something. Let’s go to the balcony when we’re happy. The bamboo shoots are burning a bit bitter today, but I can’t write hard enough. So I just said that I met you today. My old friend was kind and gave me a basket of pears.

It makes you burst into tears...

I must enshrine that heirloom. Brother, what’s your look like? Am I the kind of person who sells money as soon as I leave home? Brother, will you make such a friend?

I write, and you write, we two brothers are a perfect match. All we need is a business boss who can help engrave and sell books, otherwise the three of us will definitely be invincible if we work together.

As for the so-called eight founders of Qingtong Tianjun, Bai Ye roughly knows them. They are Tai Shi Zhou in big seal script, Li Tonggu in small seal script, Yuan Cen in official script, Shi Ji Ji in Zhang Cao script, Zhang Chunhua in modern script, Zhang Huai in Kuang script, Wang Zhong in regular script, and Zhong Yao in small script.

Among them, only Cui Chan was "not doing his job properly" and was just writing casually. His cursive script is the most famous. In fact, Cui Chan's small regular script is even more superb. The scriptures he copied are the treasures of many Buddhist temples in China.

The old scholar turned around and sat on the bench in the corridor under the eaves. He reached out and patted the bench, "Sturdy."

Old Man Yang asked: "What does the Master of Literature want to do when he comes this time besides asking me to transfer the copybook to Luopo Mountain and stamp more seals?"

The old scholar replied: "I have nothing else to do, I just want to say thank you to my seniors."

Of course Old Man Yang didn't believe it.

The old scholar was not in a hurry to slap himself in the face. He looked to the left and to the right.

Probably Xiao Qi and Xiao Ping An sat here in the early years. My husband was not around, so when the students sat alone, they couldn't rest and couldn't feel at ease. It was still quite hard.

The three of them looked up almost at the same time.

A huge hole appeared in the sky of Aquarius Island, and the golden god slowly poked his head out. Thousands of miles away from the sky, countless golden lightnings intertwined like a net. As far as he could see, it seemed to have fallen on Beiyue Piyun.

Mountain area.

The old scholar stamped his feet and said: "Brother Bai, Brother Bai, provocation, this guy is definitely provoking you! Do you need me to shout for you, 'Bai is here'?"

Bai Ye said calmly: "Liu Shiliu is here."

The old scholar stood up and rubbed his hands and said: "You are stupid and bare-handed, and you will suffer more. It is not as good as Brother Bai who has the fairy sword..."

Just in the words of the old scholar.

A burly figure that was originally at Jise Peak of Luolu Mountain was first sent to a secluded edge area in Beiyue by Tiger Wei Bo. Then, within a radius of a hundred miles, there was the momentum of a bull turning over his back, and then his figure straightened up.

, soaring into the sky.

Wei Bo wiped the sweat from his forehead. He just sent the guy who called himself "Jun Qian" to the border of the jurisdiction. How hard was it?

I am no longer the landowner of Qidun Mountain, but the great tiger of Beiyue in the same continent. After so much effort, is Liu Shiliu's "Tao" too heavy and exaggerated?

The figure turned into a rainbow light, soared into the sky, and soared to the highest point of the sky.

Because the ancient god is in the sky and far away from the earth, it has not been overwhelmed by the great road yet. It is a behemoth that deserves to be, like a great mountain hanging high in the sky.

The old scholar laughed and scolded: "This stupid big guy always suffers losses in fights. He is far worse than his junior brother. But his momentum of going forward is still very sufficient."

In the sky of Aquarius Continent, the remnant of the Shinto who was as big as a mountain was only knocked away by a figure as big as a mustard seed. That extremely small figure kept punching at the towering god, and for a moment there was a loud thunder in the sky.

, in the end, the uninvited guest, together with his palm, arm and head, instantly shattered.

Countless golden raindrops splashed down from the sky nearly halfway across the continent. Before they could fall on the human world, most of the golden body fragments had already disappeared, melting into the world, and then seemed to be pulled by the great road in the underworld. What remained

Almost all of the golden rain fell on the land thousands of miles around Piyun Mountain. But when it landed and merged into the mountains and rivers, the golden light flashed away, leaving many landscape gods and Xianjia Cave Mansion dumbfounded. Could it be that Wei Dashan was

Have you cut off your hair? Some Taoist masters immediately looked at the mountains and rivers, and then looked at Piyun Mountain. It seemed that the aura of the mountains and rivers had not increased much. It was strange.

On the steps of Qilong Lane, a smiling woman shook her golden sleeves, but the vision suddenly disappeared.

The old scholar said: "Senior, please help me lead the way."

Old Man Yang nodded.

Liu Shiliu's mind moved slightly, and he fell sharply. Then after approaching the earth, he suddenly shrank thousands of miles across the mountains and rivers, and arrived at the backyard of a small town's medicine shop.

Seeing the old scholar who was already standing on the bench, Liu Shiliu's eyes turned red all of a sudden. Fortunately, he had cried in the Jise Peak Patriarch Hall before, otherwise he would be even more embarrassed now.

The old scholar stood on the stool, stroking his beard and smiling.

Liu Shiliu walked quickly, with tears in his eyes, he bowed his head and said loudly: "Jun Qian pays homage to you, sir!"

Among the four students in the past, Cui Chan was restrained and sharp-minded, Qi Jingchun was the most worthy of the literary sage, and Liu Shiliu was the dullest, but also the most temperamental.

The old scholar patted the burly man on the shoulder, then jumped off the bench, then nodded and said with a smile: "As expected of Brother Bai Ye's good brother and my good disciple, he only repels dragons and snakes but not mosquitoes!
Chapter completed!