Divine Lucky Star

The old man turned his back to a few people and couldn't see his looks clearly. There were a few people beside him watching him write intently. I think it was the group of Li Xinghan and Director Deng.

"Master Yuan started to practice calligraphy again?" Li Chuang led Wang Hao to a corner of the room. The two of them sat on the sofa by themselves, and asked one of them, "How is the situation?"

"No," the person should be Li Xinghan or Deng's attendant. He shook his head when he heard this, and said: "Master Yuan doesn't raise the matter of the mountain at all. Today, Deng Deng came here with sincerity. It’s a pity, there is no chance to speak at all."

Wang Hao sat on the side, well, this man seemed to be brought by Director Deng.

"Try your best," Li Chuang was helpless. He looked at Wang Hao and said, "Let's take a look at the situation first. If it doesn't work, we can only go home. But Xiao Wang, you have seen it too. I don't work hard because people really don't want to help out. You will have to testify before Director Yang."

"Understand!" Wang Hao nodded and said, "Make sure to tell the truth."

So the two began to wait.

Master Yuan is worthy of calligraphy lovers. Both Li Chuang and Wang Hao came in and Master Yuan didn't care at all, didn't look up, just wrote their own words.

He wrote this for a full half an hour, and then said after he finished: "I have some experience in writing recently, so I am not in the mood to go out for the time being."

"Don't worry before going out, but Master Yuan, you wrote very well," the two groups of people beside Master Yuan, and a half-bald man on the left hand touched his chin and exclaimed: "Silver hook, iron drawing, steel bar and iron bone, Compared to the last time I came here, I’m better. Look at this sentence, the lines are flowing and the pen is like a cloud of smoke. The fonts are staggered, large and small, opening and closing, the line thickness changes obviously, and the last line is crooked. It’s so crooked that it’s almost overwhelming, but this kind of tilt is not blunt, on the contrary, it is more free. It reflects the relentless side of Master Yuan, and it is self-contained. The lineup is steep, and the formation of the word is either lean or upright. Either heavier or lighter, the pen is quick, the pen is strong, and the force is heavy. Good writing, good writing!"

With his start, the other people will start blowing wildly!

"The ancient ink is lightly polished with a few fragrances, and the inkstone is in the new bath. It is shining, or is strong or tactful, or like a graceful beauty, or like a vigorous and brave man, or like a spring breeze blowing across the face, or like a north wind entering Deep and cold. Really good words!"

"Yes, the gesture is majestic and the posture is unintentional. It is because he forgets both the palms of his palms out of carelessness. It has the characteristics of the most angry and perfused.

"Its color, its shape, its intensity and dampness, its intermittent toss and turns, its thickness and exposure are infinitely variable, and the atmosphere is endless!"

"The calligraphy incorporates Confucian perseverance, courage and enterprising, and also contains Lao Zhuang's faintness, dispersal and quietness, and often does not seek enrichment and change, in order to save the worldly glitz in the brush in order to seek the space and truth. The meaning of taste!"

"Dragons and snakes are walking, grinding through the iron inkstone. Master Yuan's words are like petals, and the fragrance spreads far and wide, making them more delicate."

"One stroke, the view is like a horse flying away from the sky; like a dragon flying in the sky and moving, coming from nothingness, and returning to the void, this almost crazy impulse of primitive vitality encompasses the universe of heaven and earth. Aura."

"These few strokes are actually a bit overbearing and domineering. They are not bound in the slightest, and even the entire line is drawn, like a fairy, coming and going without a trace!"

"Master Yuan's calligraphy is a symbol of many years of adulthood, with a sonorous stroke."

This is simply the rhythm of flattery and flattery, flattering and bullying together!

Wang Hao's eyes fell to the ground when he was listening, and Li Chuang even slapped his thigh fiercely: "Oh, why did I forget this..."

"You, it's a lot of hard work," Master Yuan smiled helplessly, turning around as he said. Seen from the back, his hair is gray, and from the front, he is a gentle-looking and elegant man, about fifty-five or sixteen years old, and his every move reveals the bookishness that only learned people can.

It doesn't look like a martial arts instructor. It is easier to say that he is a champion.

If it weren't for his sturdy arms, Wang Hao would almost think that this guy is definitely a master of Chinese studies.

Well, people are so good at flattering, let's act as the background board first-we just watch the fun, we don't talk!

"Master Yuan, how can you call it so painstaking," Director Deng said with a red heart not beating, and said with a smile: "The few people who came with me today are also talents in the calligraphy world. What they said is definitely not a flattery!"

"Oh, speaking of it, I really don't want to move recently," Master Yuan walked to the tea table on his own, poured a cup of tea and drank it, and then said: "It's rare that you have learned some calligraphy these days. It is not easy to know this state."

"Master Yuan, of course we know this," Director Deng sat next to him and said, "But you said that our movie is a martial arts movie. If you don't come out, I'm afraid to find unreliable martial arts instructors to do this scene. If you mess it up, it will be a tragedy. Master Yuan, I dare not say anything else, as long as you are out of the mountain, we can discuss the rewards!"

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