"I can participate in the exhibition, but you can't." Ao Ye said.

"Why?" Su Xiaoxiao asked curiously. Grandpa is a famous calligraphy master. Why can't his handwriting be sent to the exhibition?

"Because he still needs to be tempered," said Ao Ye. "If you just entered the house, if you are burdened by the false reputation of the outside world and bound by interests, you may be the word "elegant" that you finally got disappeared again."

Su Wenlong walked to Ao Ye and bowed deeply, saying, "What sir said is that I am greedy in my heart and want to show what I have learned recently in front of others... I will tell them that I will withdraw from this exhibition."

"Ye." Ao Ye nodded with satisfaction and said, "You cannot participate in the exhibition within three years."

"Yes, sir. I will definitely keep in mind my teachings. I will never participate in the exhibition within three years, let alone attend any pen meeting lectures. I will focus on the pool until my husband thinks that my words can be taken out to meet people."

"This is the best." Ao Ye said.

"So, which calligraphy do you want to participate in the exhibition?" Su Wenlong asked again, feeling a little excited.

When the gentleman's calligraphy is revealed, he will definitely become famous.

He felt that his talent should not be buried, and that Ao Ye should have a place in the Chinese calligraphy world.

Ao Ye thought for a while and said, "The Lantern Festival will be in two days, so I will write a Lantern Festival poem."

"That's great." Su Wenlong said excitedly: "The most famous Lantern Festival poem is Xin Qiji's song "Qingyu Case. Yuanxi". Do you want to write this song?"

"Just write this song." Ao Ye said.

So Su Wenlong grind the ink himself, and after the ink was ground, Ao Ye picked up the pen and wrote.

The east wind blooms thousands of flowers at night,

It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.

BMW carts are full of fragrance.

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns,

A night of fish and dragon dance.

The moths and willows are golden wisps,

The smile is filled with fragrance.

He is searching for him thousands of times,

Looking back suddenly, the man is there,

The lights are dim.

After writing, throw the pen.

A person is elegant and his words are elegant.

Words are art, and people are also art.

For a moment, Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Since she was a child, she has been reading her grandfather’s writing a lot. When she was young, she just felt bored. When she grew up, she thought her grandfather was so powerful and could write such beautiful words.

Now, after seeing Ao Ye writing, she realized...it turned out to be so pleasing to write.

"Good words. What a good word..." Su Wenlong stared at the moji in front of him with burning eyes, as if he was in a state of madness: "Only seeing the divine color, but not seeing its shape, even the two kings are just like this... The word "Sir" has become a divine class."

Ao Ye waved his hand casually and said, "I entered many years ago."

“…”

"Brother, can I also like you as my teacher? Do you teach me how to write?" Su Xiaoxiao looked at Ao Ye with anticipation and said out loud.

"Go out for me." Su Wenlong said angrily: "In the past, you were asked to practice calligraphy, but you ran away at any time... Now you want to learn? Why don't you delay your teacher's time? I'll ask Su Dai to buy you a ticket, and you will go back to school now."

"Grandpa, I'm sick, I'm really sick... My heart hurts... Brother, please help me rub..."

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Dead Sea.

The Dead Sea became the real Dead Sea, without fish and shrimp, without sea beasts, and even the omnipresent floating objects disappeared.

The entire Dead Sea is filled with the breath of death. If you look at it from a high altitude, it will be like an extremely unfathomable black hole.

With the death of the Dead Sea, the big black tree in the depths of the Dead Sea is growing vigorously. It has become a terrifying tree king that is as high as a thousand meters and is located in a radius of hundreds of miles. It is majestic and stout, and the dragon lies in a radius.

However, it is just like the Dead Sea, and it is also dead.

No, the breath of death that is filled with the Dead Sea is what it emits.

A blood-red fruit was born in the center of the trunk that was as high as a thousand meters.

The fruit shines red, and it is dazzling in the ink-colored sea water, illuminating the vast sky.

A black figure slowly sank into the seabed and landed next to the red fruit.

He stretched out his hand and picked it gently, and the red fruit fell into his palm.
Chapter completed!