Chapter 1446 Internationalists, I Am!

Wang Daochun snorted coldly and said, "No matter how poor your quality is, you are better than traitors. You are not welcome here!"

When Huang Yu heard this, her face turned dark immediately, and she snorted coldly: "Wang Daochun, don't mess around with shit, I'm not a traitor! To be precise, I'm an internationalist, and I don't have borders in my heart. Calligraphy There should be no national boundaries. It’s because your vision is too narrow, not mine. In my heart, I am a perfect internationalist. I don’t belong to China, and I don’t like China. I just happened to be born in China. .”

"Ugh..." A retching sound suddenly sounded, interrupting Huang Yu's words.

Huang Yu frowned and looked, and there was a young monk in the middle, clutching the table and retching.

The old monk asked in a low voice: "Teacher, what's the matter? Isn't your health always good? I haven't seen you vomit since you grew up."

The little monk waved his hand and said, "Master, I'm afraid I can't do it. It's the first time I meet such a shameless person, and I can't bear the disgust."

"Learn to be a teacher. When you see something disgusting, think of something beautiful." The old monk said.

Little monk: "No, I want to be beautiful, the gap is too big, and it's easier to vomit."

The old monk said: "Try to think about shit."

"Hey... shit really works, it's only a little better than the one just now, and the difference is not too big." The little monk stopped vomiting.

Huang Yudao's face turned black into briquettes, and he said angrily: "Wang Daochun, do you accept such unqualified people? Are you so lonely?"

Wang Daochun shook his head and said, "I'll welcome anyone who isn't a traitor, you can go."

"You!" Huang Yu held back for a long time with anger on his face, and said, "You... are very good. They say that your calligraphy, Wang Daochun, is unique, like the Yangtze River. I want to learn it today."

Wang Daochun shook his head and said, "I'm not interested, I don't communicate with traitors."

"This is not an exchange, but a challenge! I want to tell you with practical actions that your so-called calligraphy is unbearable!" Huang Yu said proudly.

At this moment, a woman beside him exclaimed: "Mage, what are you doing? This is the master's pen, you can't use it... hey... stop it!"

Hearing this exclamation, both Huang Yu and Wang Daochun looked over subconsciously, and saw that the monk picked up Wang Daochun's writing brush at some point, ignored the obstruction of the beautiful assistant, and flicked his sleeve to finish writing!

Wang Daochun frowned. Many calligraphers have some hobbies, such as cherishing their pens like life, or cherishing certain things so much that they don't like others to touch them. Wang Daochun's pen is his restricted area...

Huang Yu looked at it, laughed loudly and said, "A beggar wants to play with words? Is Huaxia already down to this point?"

But before he finished speaking, the monk shook his arm, and the next moment, the pen seemed to come alive, the ink was like a dragon, the paper was like a sea, the dragon returned to the sea, and the scene was magnificent. A large character appeared on the paper, and the people who watched were dumbfounded!

The most amazing thing is that Fangzheng's hands are flying and moving like a dragon, but his body is as calm as an ancient clock, an old Buddha!

At that moment, everyone had an illusion, as if the person who wrote the book was not a person, but a Buddha! This Buddha is not writing, but drawing a dragon...

In just a few short breaths, two lines of large characters appeared on the paper, and it was astonishingly——Qingshan had the honor to bury his loyal bones, and Baitie was innocent to cast a courtier!

Two sentences, fourteen big characters, each stroke is like a sharp knife, just one glance, Huang Yu's face turns red... He wants to say something, but what can he say? He laughed at people for not being able to write, and the resulting characters were like the trajectory of a dragon, and the domineering between the lines made him not have the courage to say a word against his conscience and slander the bad characters.

What's more, with so many colleagues here, who can't tell whether the handwriting is good or not? If he said a word now, he would slap himself in the face.

But why not?

These fourteen words were like fourteen knives, and they were chopped on his body, each word punishing his heart!

"Good!" I don't know who was the first to shout out, and then there was thunderous applause, and the scene was full of applause, one after another!

Wang Daochun originally had a somewhat unhappy face, but when he saw this word, he was so excited that he was speechless, and it took him a long time to pop out two words: "Okay...okay..."

At this time, the little monk came to Huang Yu with a pen, and said with a smile, "Don't you want to write? Write, we will watch."

When Huang Yu heard this, her face turned dark.

Others laughed. There are many colleagues here, and everyone knows Huang Yu's ability. It is indeed unique, but if people's hearts are broken, their writing will be broken. Words are like people, people are traitors, and words are not right. But I have to say that Huang Yu's handwriting is indeed very good, surpassing many people present.

But in front of this old monk, everyone knew that Huang Yu's words were worthless!

Playing big swords in front of Guan Gong? This is death, or not afraid of embarrassment?

Let alone Huang Yu, no one dared to write this word!

Huang Yu didn't dare either, it would be embarrassing not to take up the pen at this time, but it would be even more embarrassing to take the pen and write down!

For the first time, Huang Yu sadly discovered that in his lifetime, there would come a day when he didn't even have the courage to hold a pen!

In the end, Huang Yu stomped her feet and snorted coldly: "I'm not in a good condition today, so I don't care if I don't write!"

After finishing speaking, Huang Yu led the people away in despair...

"Haha..." Everyone laughed, Huang Yu walked faster, and finally ran away, he knew that after today, he would be a joke in the circle. A calligrapher who considers himself a calligrapher does not dare to hold a brush, so what face does he have to say that he is a calligrapher?

"Thank you, master, for making a rescue." Wang Daochun came back to his senses at this time, and immediately the other party was bowing and saluting, with ninety degrees of respect, just like a student facing a teacher.

But none of the people present felt that Wang Daochun's actions had been overdone, but instead took it for granted.

Those who have never learned first are teachers, and Fang Zheng's words have conquered everyone present in an instant.

Fangzheng stepped aside quickly, not daring to accept the etiquette. His calligraphy was given by the system, but real calligraphers like Wang Daochun, it is the result of hard work day and night, under the comprehension, decades of hard work!

If we say that who can carry the banner of Huaxia calligraphy and spread calligraphy culture in the future, Fangzheng is definitely not one of them, and it depends on these masters who are really willing to endure hardship and work hard.

Fangzheng hurriedly returned the salute: "The benefactor is very polite, the poor monk just wrote a few words."

Wang Daochun shook his head and said: "Master doesn't know, Huang Yu didn't come here to join in the fun, but to smash the stage. Huang Yu and I have always been on par in calligraphy. If he stood up to compete with me today, if he If he wins, our exhibition will fail. If he loses, he can also question our referee's injustice... After a lot of trouble, our tour exhibition can be closed. But the master made a move, and a few words let him know the difficulty And retreat, this is a great favor to us."