"Haha! You kid, is that what you said?" Wang Yun laughed.

"Hmph! I want to test you, a great talent of eighteen battles. Come here, bring me some pen and ink!" Cai Yong ordered.

"promise!"

A servant left in response, and after a while he brought in pen and ink, as well as a brand-new roll of bamboo slips, and placed them all on the small table in front of Yang Ming.

I'm dizzy! It's not an endorsement. How do you use this thing? You old guy, how good would it be if you just asked me to endorse it? Why don't you get some bamboo slips and let me make gestures?

It's better to get a piece of cow bone. Even if I can't carve oracle bones, it's easier to carve you a small flower or grass with a knife! What a mess it is for you to still have these backward things in this age!

At this moment, Yang Ming really misses the ballpoint pen in his previous life, but he has already said the big words, so he has to pick up the brush, dip it in ink, lay out the bamboo slips, and look back to see what old Cai Yong asked him to write.

The posture of holding the pen in his right hand is very weird. It is exactly the same as the posture of grasping the barrel of a gun. He is holding it directly in his hand. However, the small brush in his hand is shaking constantly and looks heavier than his 108-pound gun!

Wang Yun's face turned green when he saw the way Yang Ming held the pen, and he felt bad! You have been ignorant and ignorant all day long, do you think you've made a fool of yourself now?

"Haha! Is this what you call a talent of 18 Dou?" The smile on old man Cai Yong's face was as full as a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Father-in-law, you come up with the questions, and I'll be waiting for my son-in-law!" Yang Ming turned around and said to Cai Yong, turning a blind eye to their contempt.

"Haha, don't call me father-in-law and son-in-law, you haven't reached that level yet! Well, didn't you have a battle with the Huns a while ago? Just write a poem about this incident!" Cai Yong looked at Yang Ming and shook his head.

The pen is like holding a broom, and the posture of squatting in front of the small table is like showing respect, and I can't help but laugh knowingly.

I thought to myself, this guy is so clueless at first glance, why is he pretending to be so talented in front of me? It’s really hilarious!

Old Wang Yun's face was even more ugly. He thought that if I had known better, I wouldn't have brought you here. Having such a talkative son-in-law makes him completely embarrassed!

"Uh, let me think about the war," Yang Ming raised his head and thought about it, which song? War-themed words also have something to do with the Xiongnu, so you have to think about it carefully!

Yue Fei's Manjianghong is good. I like his favorite line about eating meat and drinking blood. It's really cool. This is how you should deal with the Huns!

I feel sorry for Yue Fei. I have no choice but to steal your version to fool old man Cai Yong. Otherwise, if he doesn't let go, what will happen if I guard Cai Yan every day and can't eat?

He held the brush and wanted to write on the bamboo slips. The brush trembled and he moved it to the bamboo slips, blackening a piece of bamboo slips. Yang Ming's handsome face turned into a big red cloth!

Do it again! I don’t believe I can’t deal with you, a piece of bamboo!

Yang Ming dipped in ink again and wrote again. As soon as he put the brush up, a large drop of ink fell on the bamboo slips, matching the black dots just applied, like a pair of small eyes mocking him.

He was angry now. With two strokes, he added a nose, a mouth, and a circle. The whole smiling face appeared!

This masterpiece is obviously too shocking! See how excited Wang Yun is, his face is black and green, his whole body is trembling, and his white beard is trembling!

Old man Cai Yong was not feeling well either. He was trying his best to hold back his laughter, his face was red from suppressing it, and his body was twisting back and forth as if he was constipated. He was no easier than Wang Yun!

Yang Ming saw that his works were so infectious. You see, these two father-in-laws were tortured so much, and he felt helpless. He thought to himself, I am really talented enough? Who told you, Old Man Cai, not to

If you ask me to memorize it, you must ask me to write it!

Don’t you know, you damn old man, that it’s difficult to write on finger-width bamboo strips with such a thick brush? I won first prize in the city for pen calligraphy in my previous life. If you have the guts, bring out a pen and I’ll write for you.

Look! It will definitely blow your mind!

Yang Ming was so frustrated that he looked around to see if there was anything that could replace a pen for writing. The next moment he saw the white wall in front of him and looked at the seven-star sword on his waist that Mr. Dong Xiong had "presented" yesterday.

A sudden inspiration came to my mind!

I saw him quickly rushing to the white wall, pulling out the seven-star sword with a swipe, and started writing quickly on the wall!

The seven-star sword was extremely sharp, and Yang Ming was extremely powerful, so it was very easy to write on the white wall. The white dust fell on the wall, and several lines of strong and powerful characters suddenly appeared on the wall!

I was so angry that I leaned against the railing, and the mist of rain stopped. I looked up, looked up to the sky and roared, my heart was full of passion. Twenty years of fame and fame, dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Don't wait for it, the young man's head will turn white, and he will be filled with sorrow.

The humiliation is white, but it has not yet snowed. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed? Riding a long chariot, trampling through the Helan Mountains. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and laugh and drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Let's start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.

Just now Wang Yun lowered his head and his face was livid. He was so embarrassed that he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. He thought that what the old man Cai Yong said was right. This son-in-law is really a rude warrior. He only knows how to bend a bow and shoot a big eagle, and he can't even speak a word.

Write!

You said you can't write, just say you can't write, and you lied about your talent! This makes him, a knowledgeable father-in-law, embarrassed!

When he saw Yang Ming's face turned red with anger, he thought to himself that at least this kid still knows how to be ashamed. I'll wait until I take him back to practice calligraphy, and then secretly teach him a few poems to fool old man Cai Yong!

When he saw Yang Ming running to the wall the next moment, holding a seven-star sword and writing furiously, his eyes suddenly lit up, it turned out that this kid can write! It made me worry for a long time!

The old man Cai Yong was constipated there, and he was very happy in his heart. He thought that Yang Ming, regardless of whether he was his son-in-law or not, was really humorous. He had not been as happy as he is today since Cai Yan's engagement was annulled.

!

Is this what he calls the Eighteen Dou of Talents? Look at the naughty smiling face on the small table, and his whole body starts to twist again, thinking to himself that this kid really makes me happy to death!

When he saw Yang Ming scribbling on the wall of his house with a knife, he stopped being happy and hurried forward to stop him. However, when he passed by, the mouth he had just opened closed again.

He saw a pair of strong and powerful characters being quickly born under Yang Ming's knife, and then he tried to figure out the content of his first word, and an astonished expression suddenly appeared on his face!

Wang Yun was also stunned as he watched Yang Ming carving words. This was the first time he saw such beautiful words. When he looked at the content of the words, he took a breath! Oh my God! This is such a talent!
Chapter completed!