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As he smiled, Zhang Zhun's eyes couldn't help but lowered, glanced at Xue Zhidie's chest, and there was a bit of dirty and erotic thoughts in his mind. This woman's figure is really a monster! If she could play with it unscrupulously... He quickly withdrew his gaze, his face full of solemn appearance, and his body exuded the supreme glory of a gentleman, and said calmly: "Go and do it, don't waste my time, I still have a lot of things to do! I must practice my name well today!"

Xue Zhidie frowned and said, "My business is over."

Zhang Zhun said without any concealment: "Okay, help me grind ink."

Xue Zhidie subconsciously said: "You!"

Grinding ink?

You treat me like a girl!

However, her curiosity was too strong, and she really wanted to see what kind of words Zhang Zhun could write. Since she couldn't teach me how to practice calligraphy, it would be good to look at it and find an opportunity to hit the other party. Seeing Zhang Zhun's proud look, Xue Zhidie was really unwilling to leave. After hesitating for a moment, she actually started grinding.

Xue Ningying's eyes widened and looked at everything in front of her in disbelief. Her arrogant aunt actually got really grinding the ink. This was something that had never happened before. She looked at Zhang Zhun and then at her aunt, as if she had understood something, but she seemed to understand everything.

Zhang Zhun didn't care about Xue Zhidie's actions. He, who came from later generations, actually did not know much about the strict hierarchical concept of the Ming Dynasty. The military households were lazy in the ruling structure, were not covered in clothes, and could not eat, and only hated the officers and did not respect them. In his opinion, it was normal for me to write and you to grind ink! On the other hand, it was also normal for you to grind ink when you write and I help you grind ink! However, all of this was a bit incredible to Xue Ningying's eyes. Her aunt was not the one who bowed her head easily.

"Look at me!"

Zhang Zhun took a breath slightly and lifted the brush.

I only saw his pen walking, dragons and snakes, flying dragons and phoenixes dancing, and it was really a big opening and closing, and it was constantly splashing. Judging from his movements, this was not a tabletop at all, but a battlefield for battle. The brush was the weapon in his hand, and the white paper was the enemy he needed to eliminate. A black line was already faintly seen on Xue Ningying's forehead. Such a disciple was really...

Xue Zhidie only glanced at it and couldn't help but say, "Bao Shichen said: The starting point is that there is no shortage of peaks when entering the pen, and no ink is increased by the reverse. You are fine, you have completely turned around."

Zhang Zhun said without raising his head, "I like it!"

Ignore her and continue to spoil her.

Xue Zhidie tried hard to help herself to stop having an attack. She had already said before that no matter how poor Zhang Zhun's qualifications were, she could accept it. But after reading for a while, she couldn't help saying, "Jiang Menglin said: Flip and break into a right angle, twist the hair and roll the heart like a spin. What are you writing about?"

Zhang Zhun still looked like he was unrepentant and said without raising his head: "I like it!"

Dip ink and continue to sprinkle.

I feel so happy, it's indescribable.

It turns out that my brother has such a good level of writing calligraphy... Although he can't tell what he is writing, that feeling is indeed very satisfying!

Xue Zhidie finally couldn't help rolling her eyes, and looked a little helpless when Zhang Zhun looked, and said in fear: "Zhang Longyan said: Square brushes are straight and strict, round brushes are complicated and strange. You are..."

Zhang Zhun said to himself: "It's great to open and close, it's great to be full of all directions!"

Xue Zhidie couldn't help but say, "Xu Hao said: When using the pen, you need to hide the tip. If the tip is not hidden, the characters will be sick. Your characters are really... so distinctive."

Zhang Zhun turned a deaf ear to her comments, finished her self-spoke, then put down her brush, took two steps back, looked at the words she wrote, and said with satisfaction: "This is my original! If you like it, I will give it to you!"

Xue Zhidie hurriedly took two steps back and said repeatedly: "Don't! I don't want it! What are you writing?"

Zhang Zhun pretended not to hear it, but Xue Ningying was a little unhappy. The little girl was just happy to be a master, but Xue Zhidie poured cold water as soon as she came! Zhang Zhun turned out to be her disciple! Although your aunt is going to take over now, Zhang Zhun is still her disciple before officially taking over! Isn’t it even the original master looking down on Zhang Zhun’s handwriting?

Unfortunately, Xue Zhidie is her aunt and her elder. Even if she is very dissatisfied, she cannot retort and has to be depressed by the side. However, some small movements can still show her dissatisfaction. For example, pouting her mouth, never looking at her aunt again, deliberately sulking, etc.

Zhang Zhun suddenly said, "You can write one! Let's see your level too!"

Xue Zhidie couldn't get it and said without any concession: "Come on!"

Seeing Zhang Zhun's terrible brush calligraphy, she already wanted to show her skills. Every time she saw Zhang Zhun, she couldn't help but hit him hard, so as not to raise his rabbit tail into the sky. Now that there is such a good opportunity, of course she won't let it go. Besides, she has to be his teacher!

It’s hard to say, concentrate and cheer up, and do it in one go.

It turns out that the handwriting is beautiful, like the flowing clouds and the mountains are looking up to.

Zhang Zhun tilted his head and looked at her, and slowly said, "Okay, I must admit that your writing is indeed a little better than mine."

Xue Zhidie almost fainted. This is his evaluation? His words are all? Graffiti is almost the same! He has been practicing calligraphy for more than ten years, but he is only "better" than him! People with such thicker faces are really rare. Forget it, she is too lazy to say anything more. Because she suddenly realized that no matter what she said, the man around her would not react. His psychological quality and facial skin are beyond the scope that ordinary people can understand.

Zhang Zhun said lightly: "Is there any mystery in your calligraphy?"

Xue Zhidie regained a little confidence and said proudly: "Of course! Look, every word here has a master of calligraphy! Su Huang Mi Cai, have you heard of it? I don't know who they are? Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Miti, Cai Jing, you should have heard of it?"

Zhang Zhun nodded, indicating that he had heard of it.

Xue Zhidie became proud and said proudly: "Each line of my character represents a different style. The first line on the far right is Miti's. The second line is Cai Jing's. The third line..."

Zhang Zhun interrupted her thoughtfully and said slowly: "I can see a little."

"Puff!"

Suddenly, a snicker came from somewhere.

Xue Zhidie immediately screamed: "Xiaoying, come out for me..."

Xue Ningying had long been running away.
Chapter completed!