Jin Pein glanced at him and said with a smile: "You are President Huang, right? Nice to meet you."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a few words and then entered the venue. Although Jin Pein looked polite and well-mannered, he always had a condescending look.

Xue Jiaqi had a bad temper and was very unhappy, with a hint of anger between his brows.

After everyone sat down, Jin Pein looked around and said with a smile: "This hall has a quiet environment. It's such a good place. Let President Huang worry about it."

Mr. Huang nodded and said with a smile: "This guild hall has a history of more than 300 years and has a profound cultural heritage. It is the most suitable place to receive guests from afar."

At this time, a young voice sounded in pure Lelang language: "Although this place is nice, it's a pity that it's ruined by these decorations. Is the incense burner at the door a modern fake?"

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. These Lelang people started to attack as soon as they arrived. They were so arrogant.

The incense burner originally had a history of four to five hundred years. Unfortunately, when the Japanese invaded and occupied Tongguang City a hundred years ago, a cannonball shattered the incense burner. The current incense burner was raised by the citizens of Tongguang City after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Although the casting is not an antique, it symbolizes the unyielding spirit of the people of Tongguang City.

When this Lelang man mentioned this matter, he was simply exposing the scars of the people of Tongguang City.

The young man continued: "There is also this calligraphy. With all due respect, this calligraphy is just superficial and has no spirit. Hanging it here is simply a stain on this guild hall. Isn't there such a thing as hot summer?

Are you good at calligraphy?"

There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging as decorations in the venue, all of which are works by members of the Calligraphers and Painters Association.

Xue Jiaqi was furious when he heard this. He stood up and slapped the case, saying: "You are arrogant!"

The young man from Lelang asked in surprise: "Could this be Vice President Xue's calligraphy? I'm really sorry. I speak so carelessly, and I ask Vice President Xue's forgiveness."

Jin Pein also said: "To be filial, you must not be rude!"

Everyone was angry, and they would have stopped it long ago. If the young man dared to be so arrogant, he must have connived at it.

Xue Jiaqi's face was ashen and he said: "I have little talent and poor handwriting, which makes everyone laugh. But there are many people who have high attainments in Yanxia calligraphy. If nothing else, even in our association, my handwriting is also the worst."

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Jin Pein said: "We came to Yanxia to exchange cultures. How about you and I having a discussion?"

Xue Jiaqi immediately said: "Please give me some advice, Mr. Jin!"

Jin Pein smiled slightly, and the young man just now said: "Li Chengxiao, I would like to discuss calligraphy with Vice Chairman Xue."

Everyone's expressions changed in Yanxia.

Li Chengxiao was only in his twenties and thirties, so he was a junior. Asking him to compete with Xue Jiaqi clearly meant that he looked down on Xue Jiaqi.

Xue Jiaqi's face turned red with anger, and he said angrily: "Okay, in that case, I'm going to see how Mr. Li's calligraphy is compared to Mr. Jin's true biography."

Soon the staff brought good rice paper and pen and ink. Xue Jiaqi picked up a piece of goat hair, swept it in the inkstone, soaked it with ink, and started writing quickly on the rice paper.

He writes in cursive script, with a graceful and graceful style.

Li Chengxiao glanced at it, a flash of contempt flashed in his eyes, and when he dipped his pen in ink, it turned out to be written in cursive script.

Xue Jiaqi wrote in one go. When everyone looked at it, the four words "All nations come to court" were clearly written on the rice paper. The writing style was smooth, unrestrained, and full of momentum. Some people couldn't help but yelled "Okay"!

Xue Jiaqi was the best at cursive calligraphy and was very satisfied with his calligraphy. He looked at Li Chengxiao proudly and thought to himself: How old are you to compare with me?

Li Chengxiao put away his pen, his face turned slightly pale, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Xue Jiaqi was even more disdainful. It was so difficult to write such a piece of writing, but he actually dared to speak nonsense about his handwriting?

Li Chengxiao wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled at Xue Jiaqi: "Vice President Xue, my calligraphy is good, please comment on it."

Xue Jiaqi was disdainful, but he still had to save face. When he walked over and took a look, he was surprised.

As expected, Li Chengxiao had two brushes. This calligraphy was extremely well done. The whole calligraphy was like a continuous string of words, and the writing style was unrestrained. It was not inferior to him at all.

This calligraphy is a poem: Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name.

Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing".

Xue Jiaqi was attracted by the momentum in the words as he looked at them. Especially when he saw the word "kill", he suddenly felt the killing intention in the words, as if a sharp sword was piercing his chest.

chest.

His throat felt sweet, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"No!" Fourth Master Ge was shocked. He grabbed Xue Jiaqi, dragged him away, and tapped several acupoints on his body to suppress the violent breath in his body. Otherwise, he would suffer today.

Seriously injured.

But Xue Jiaqi's face was pale and he had obviously suffered internal injuries.

Mr. Huang's face became extremely ugly.

There was a commotion in the clubhouse. Some people didn't understand and asked in a low voice: "What's going on? Can Vice President Xue vomit blood just by looking at calligraphy?"

"You don't understand!" Another person who has some attainments in calligraphy said, "Don't underestimate calligraphy. When calligraphers write, they will bring their own emotions and momentum into the words. You can see it when you look at a person's handwriting.

Is he happy or angry when he writes? And some great calligraphers are also masters of ancient martial arts. When they write, they can bring their inner strength into their calligraphy, and they can kill people!"

"Can words kill people?" The man didn't believe it.

"I have only seen it in books before, never seen it with my own eyes. After seeing it today, I realized that killing people with words is actually true."

Mr. Huang's face was ashen and he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Jin, today we are just discussing calligraphy, but your apprentice hurts others with his words. Isn't it too rude?"

Jin Pein still had a faint smile on his face and said: "Bringing inner strength into calligraphy is the highest state of calligraphy. Whoever does it should be proud of it. If someone can do it in the hot summer, we will definitely not

There will be complaints.”

"This is too much!" someone said dissatisfiedly.

Jin Pein smiled and said: "President Huang, is there no one in Yanxia who can do it? Li Chengxiao is just the strongest and weakest disciple under my command."

This is a naked slap in the face.

The dignified Yanxia can't even compare with the worst disciple under him, let alone compare with him Jin Pein. This is looking down on the entire Yanxia calligraphy world!

At this moment, Fourth Master Ge spoke: "In that case, I will also write a calligraphy and ask Mr. Jin to comment on it."
Chapter completed!