Bang!

Du Shaoyi slapped the table. He felt that his figure was already low enough, and he also offered to write an inscription for them. You should know that many people outside beg him and spend a lot of money to ask for a painting.

And the person in front of him dared to look down on him so much, and even said that his daughter could be far behind him when talking about words and paintings!

Arrogant, extremely arrogant!

"The prince is arrogant!"

Du Shaoyi's face turned red like a pig's liver, and the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly.

The audience in the audience stood up straight when they saw this scene, preparing to watch the next scene. After all, for them, they might be able to see this one in their lifetime.

"Hey, you said, is this guy true?"

"Are you joking? You can't think about it at first glance. Du Shaoyi has been practicing calligraphy for decades, but the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese calligraphy world can support half of the sky. A person in his twenties, if he is talented, might be comparable to his other people, but he said that his daughters are better than Du Shaoyi, which is too much."

"Yes, yes, a child who was already well-read in poetry and books, did he have time to practice calligraphy? Could it be that her time is different from ours?"

"Let's wait and see. Now that young man is unreasonable and he may be slapped in the face."

...

At this time, Du Shaoyi looked at Chen Tian and smiled coldly. This kid was really arrogant. He had wronged people for no reason, but he would definitely receive huge public pressure from society. Now.

He became this boy and was unreasonable. He only had one thing to do now, that is, to make them admit defeat. At that time, he would gain both fame and fortune, and their halo tonight would no longer exist!

After thinking it through, he brushed his sleeves away from his seat, walked towards the stage, shouting, "Put it ink!"

"I want to see why this little friend is! If you can say what you said just now, don't you think I, Du Shaoyi, is a clay?"

With Du Shaoyi's order, the backstage director's eyes lit up.

This This This This...

It's so wonderful. Now the ratings have reached a terrifying number. In addition, Du Shaoyi is going to show off with Chen Tian, ​​and it has added gimmicks. It seems that this Chinese Poetry Conference will explode tonight!

He quickly called on the staff behind to move a few long tables onto the stage, and then served them with pen, ink, paper and ink.

Soon, two rows of long tables were already placed in the middle of the venue, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed. The director also asked the camera not to take pictures of other places, so he took pictures of the showdown between the two.

On the stage, Du Shaoyi stood proudly behind her hands, looking at the pen and inkstone in front of her, as if there was nothing else in her eyes.

Seeing this scene, the audience in the audience couldn't help but nod and admire, "This is worthy of being a master in the calligraphy world. Look at this move, this demeanor is simply unique, as if it is independent of the sky, and the height is cold."

"Well, looking at the entire China, there are only two-handed players who can compete with Du Shaoyi, and they are only one of them. Therefore, Du Shaoyi's calligraphy is enough to rank among the top ten in China, or even the top five."

"Tsk tsk, now that little brother is going to slap himself in the face. You said, if you want Mr. Du's handwriting, how many people can't get it? Now, you'll beat him up and make a fool of yourself in front of the people of the whole country. I'm afraid that once Mr. Du finishes writing, he will have to admit defeat."

Many people in the audience whispered, and they had never been optimistic about Chen Tian. That was natural. After all, Du Shaoyi is a famous artist, and they had never heard of Chen Tian's name. How could they compare with Du Shaoyi?

While they were talking, Du Shaoyi on the stage had already started writing. He waved his hand, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote on the paper. The words were like a breeze coming out of his sleeves, and the bright moon came into his arms. It made people feel relaxed and happy at a glance, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face.

At this time, the camera cast Du Shaoyi and his words on the large screen behind.

Everyone looked at it and saw that Du Shaoyi was forgetting each other at this time, and his pen was like a dragon and snake, as if he had entered a strange state. Each word flowed out of the tip of the pen, as if it was like a clear spring coming out of the stream, extremely soft, and that word was really great!

For a moment, everyone on and off the stage and in front of the TV opened their eyes. After all, they had never seen calligraphy and writing, but they didn't expect that it would be in such a state, and they could only keep stammering at the moment.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful!"

"I am worthy of being a great man. I forgot about both of us. No wonder I can become a Taishan Beidou. I'm really open-minded!"

"If I could get a calligraphy of Mr. Du in this life, I would have no regrets!"

When they saw this side, on the other side, Chen Tian hugged Long Yue and turned to look at Du Shaoyi on the big screen, and shook his head.

At this time, the camera lens was given to Chen Tian, ​​and his shaking head and a disdainful smile also appeared in front of the public, causing a thousand waves!

The person who was originally cheering for Chen Tian in front of the TV also changed his face. What the hell is this person doing? Why don’t he write and shake his head when he looks at other people’s words?

I don’t have a little ink in my stomach and I’m still here to attract attention. I’m afraid I won’t even dare to write!

Everyone in the audience was confused when they saw Chen Tian not writing. A girl pulled the best friend next to her.

"You said, why didn't he write anymore, but instead watched someone write?"

"Hey, think about it yourself, little silly, Mr. Du is everyone, can a boy compare with? He doesn't dare to write anymore, it's okay if he doesn't write. If he writes, the two will be compared, then it will be a clear idea."

"Oh, so that's it, but... this person is the same. Without this diamond, he still has to take on this porcelain job. Now, let's smash it."

While discussing this, Du Shaoyi was about to finish writing a poem. Everyone looked at the word and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Beautiful!"

"It's really Mr. Du!"

That word is extremely grand and has a bit of ancient charm, which makes people look at it, as if the soul is sucked into it and cannot extricate itself.

Zhang Xiangyu, the master of Chinese painting in the guest seat, looked at Du Shaoyi's calligraphy and nodded slightly, "You old guy, your calligraphy has improved again."

He picked up the microphone and said to Chen Tian: "My friend, Du Shaoyi's word practice has become a trend for everyone. I see, it's better not to compare this game. Just lower your head with him. Old man Du, I'll make a smooth move. This little friend and you lower your head, just give him this word, take a step back on both sides. My friend, I'm sorry, you have no hope of winning."

Chen Tian turned around when he heard the sound, hugged Long Yue, raised his lips and sneered, "I have no hope of winning, haha, in my opinion, his words, as I said, are just Er."

you!

This made Zhang Xiangyu very angry. Why is this young man so ignorant? I have already smoothed out the situation. You still don’t give in. Could it be that your handwriting is really better than Du Shaoyi?

He was about to scold Chen Tian, ​​but he saw the latter holding Long Yue and putting her on the table. Long Yue pinched a thick brush with his little hand and dipped it ink to write.

Looking at the word, everyone was silent!
Chapter completed!