Seeing the expectant looks on everyone's faces, President Ji was both excited and worried.

He had always dreamed that he could be ranked alongside calligraphy masters like Wei Shun, and today it finally came true!

Although this copybook was not written by him, after practicing all night last night, President Ji is very confident at this moment!

"Okay!" President Ji agreed. He walked to the table and picked up the pen.

"Everyone, please record it quickly!" Wei Shun said quickly.

All the cameras were focused on President Ji, and they also wanted to record this exciting moment!

I saw President Ji imitating Qin Cheng, spreading his legs and swiping his pen. The pen on the rice paper suddenly moved like dragons and snakes, dragons and phoenixes dancing! The writing was extremely beautiful!

Everyone stared at President Ji, and the members of the association and reporters clapped their hands and applauded!

"The writing is so beautiful!"

"As expected of a master. I must save this videotape!"

"Maybe it will become an antique in the future!"

However, the expressions of Wei Shun and those calligraphers were different from theirs.

The more Wei Shun looked, the more he frowned, and several of his friends had the same expression.

After spending more than two hours, a copybook was finally completed.

President Ji wrote his name on the rice paper with a "swish" sound, and then said with a proud face: "Okay."

There was a burst of praise at the scene. After the praise, everyone's eyes fell on Wei Shun and others, and President Ji also looked at Wei Shun nervously.

Wei Shun's face was extremely ugly. He walked to Qin Cheng's copybook and said with a cold face: "President Ji, are you sure this copybook was written by you?"

Chairman Ji's expression changed, and he said nervously: "Yes... I wrote it."

"Did you write it?" Wei Shun frowned even more tightly, "These two copybooks are not on the same level at all!"

"That's right." Wei Shun's old friend also nodded slightly, "President Ji just wrote it. Although the handwriting is beautiful, it has no charm, and there is no chilling atmosphere in the words. It seems to be written by a newcomer.

"

"Yeah, usually beginners put all their energy into pursuing beautiful handwriting."

Chairman Ji's face was extremely ugly. He forced himself to explain: "Maybe...maybe I'm not in a good state today."

"Not in good condition?" Wei Shun's face turned cold. "I believe that the performance level of a calligrapher will be different, but it is absolutely impossible to make such a big difference overnight! Mr. Ji, please tell me what is the result of this copybook."

Did you write it?"

President Ji's face was extremely ugly. He trembled with his lips and said, "Yes... I wrote it..."

"How dare you lie?" Wei Shun was furious. He grabbed the copybook written by President Ji and tore it into pieces.

Then, he glanced at everyone with cold eyes and scolded: "Let me ask you, is this calligraphy written by President Ji?"

Many members of the association looked at each other. They never expected that Wei Shun could see through it at a glance!

"I can warn you that those who commit fraud will be expelled from the association, and I will hire a lawyer to investigate the matter. Then none of you will be able to escape!" Wei Shun scolded him coldly. After saying that, he walked away.

go.

"Master Wei, wait a minute!" Someone finally couldn't hold it any longer. An old man in Tang suit quickly ran up to Wei Shun and said, "Master Wei Shun, this copybook was indeed not written by Chairman Ji, but by President Ji.

A young man wrote it yesterday."

It is said that when a wall falls and everyone pushes against it, as long as one person opens his mouth, everyone will stand up.

"That's right, it's a young man, I think his name is Qin Cheng!"

"Yes, I was scolded by President Ji yesterday. He was reduced to nothing!"

Chairman Ji's face turned red and he stood there extremely embarrassed.

Wei Shun frowned and whispered: "You are still lying now? It is impossible for a young man who has just entered society to write this kind of calligraphy!"

"Wait a minute." At this time, an old man next to Wei Shun shook his head.

This old man came from the Fan family, a big family in Kyoto. There were people in the family who knew a little bit about martial arts, and he had also heard about Qin Cheng's name.

"Old Fan, what's wrong?" Wei Shun asked.

Old Fan Fuxu said: "This copybook is really probably written by Qin Cheng."

"Oh? Do you know this Qin Cheng?" Wei Shun said in surprise.

Lao Fan nodded and said: "This young man is not simple. Dong Tiannan in the southwest died in his hands, and he even killed a member of the Su family in Kyoto. Not to mention having experienced hundreds of battles, he is almost there."

Wei Shun's face changed slightly, and he was obviously a little shocked.

"Old Wei, do you remember Su Pei of the Su family?" Lao Fan said with a smile.

"Of course." Wei Shun nodded slightly, "The ninth branch of the Su family was later expelled from the Su family. This incident caused quite a stir in Kyoto."

Lao Fan nodded and smiled: "Qin Cheng is Su Pei's grandson-in-law."

Wei Shun was immediately taken aback. He looked at Lao Fan in surprise and said, "You still have such an identity?"

"Haha, if you look up the information about Qincheng carefully, you will be surprised!" Lao Fan couldn't help but laugh.

Wei Shun looked at President Ji coldly and said coldly: "Mr. Ji, let me ask you again, who wrote this copybook."

Chairman Ji said with a slight trembling: "Yes...it was written by Qin Cheng, I...I didn't expect this calligraphy to have such a high evaluation, Master Wei, I know I was wrong...

"

Wei Shun said coldly: "People like you should be expelled from the calligraphy world!"

Upon hearing this, President Ji suddenly turned pale and sat down on the ground.

"Let's go meet that young man." Wei Shun waved and said.

...

At this time, Qincheng had just brought Xu Xiaojing from the shanty town to Longhai Mountain.

"Look, this villa has been smashed to pieces." Qin Cheng pointed at a pile of ruins. "You will be in danger if you stay here."

Xu Xiaojing covered her mouth and said with some fear: "Brother Qincheng, who did this? Why didn't you call the police?"

Qin Cheng was silent for a long time. Then he slowly said: "The patrol is not omnipotent. You still have to rely on yourself for some things."

After saying that, Qin Cheng rubbed Xu Xiaojing's head and said, "I chose an apartment for you, which is near your school. You can live there from now on."

"Ah, thank you, Brother Qin Cheng!" Xu Xiaojing nodded quickly, "Brother Qin Cheng, can you teach me calligraphy?"

"Okay." Qin Cheng said with a smile, "When I have time to teach you, if there is a chance, I will help you get Master Wei Shun's signature."

"Great!" Xu Xiaojing almost jumped up with excitement.

"Huh?" At this moment, Qin Cheng suddenly frowned slightly.

"Is there someone going up the mountain?" Qin Cheng's consciousness instantly opened up and covered the vehicles going up the mountain in an instant.
Chapter completed!