Chapter 571: Be sincere

As soon as the three of them sat down, a middle-aged woman walked down from the second floor.

When he saw this woman, Tang Muyang understood why Zhang Yingjun didn't look like Zhang Lin's biological son.

This guy is literally carved out of the same mold as his wife.

Although the woman is only 1.6 meters tall, she weighs at least 1,780 pounds.

As I walked downstairs, the wooden stairs kept making creaking sounds.

Tang Muyang was a little worried that the stairs would collapse under her weight?

Before the woman walked down the stairs, she greeted her warmly, "He's Ergou's classmate, right? Our Ergou rarely brings his classmates home. You must have a good relationship with him, right? Isn't he very naughty in school?

Trouble? I..."

This woman can't stop talking. Her mouth is like a machine gun, making people overwhelmed.

Zhang Yingjun suddenly said with dissatisfaction, "Mom, we are talking about business, please don't make trouble, okay?"

The woman immediately looked at him with dissatisfaction, "Why, you are not happy after saying a few words to you? Now your wings are hard, right? Let me tell you, you are still eating and drinking from us, and you still think I am nagging you?

%&￥%…”

Zhang Yingjun looked at Tang Muyang helplessly, "Do you know now why I don't want to go home?"

Tang Muyang glanced at him sympathetically, then turned to look at Zhang Lin, "Uncle Zhang, I came here today because I actually want to consult on something."

Zhang Lin nodded, "You ask."

Tang Muyang asked: "Do you know Master Lou Qingyu?"

Zhang Lin was stunned for a moment, "Master Lou? We don't know each other, right? I helped him hold a calligraphy exhibition before, but it was his assistant who came forward to contact me at the time, and he did not show up."

When Tang Muyang heard this, he was immediately disappointed.

Zhang Lin couldn't help but be curious, "Why, you want to get to know Master Lou? This may be a bit difficult."

Tang Muyang couldn't help but wonder, "Why?"

Zhang Lin continued: "This Master Lou is the Taishan Beidou in the calligraphy world. He is not comparable to the pseudo-calligraphers who rely on hype. The circle of friends he has formed is naturally not accessible to ordinary people.

Moreover, Master Lou has always lived in seclusion and rarely appeared in front of others. It would be extremely difficult to get to know him."

Tang Muyang couldn't help but frown, "Is there no other way?"

Zhang Lin lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head again, "It's not that there is no way, but it's more difficult."

Tang Muyang's eyes lit up, "Come and listen."

Zhang Lin rubbed the rosary beads in his hand, "After some time, the Calligraphers Association will hold a national calligraphy competition. As the honorary president of the association, Master Lou should appear in the finals.

But if you want to get close contact with him, you have to at least get in the top three, can you do it?"

Tang Muyang hesitated for a moment, then caught a glimpse of pen and ink on the table in the corner of the living room, then got up and walked over.

Pick up the brush, dip it in enough ink, raise your hand and swipe it on the rice paper.

"Look, can you get into the top three with this handwriting?" Tang Muyang raised his head and looked at Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin smiled faintly. Young people are very competitive.

How many geniuses and masters are there in the National Calligraphy Competition? It is not that easy to get the top three.

However, this young man is his son's classmate after all, so he still has to give him face.

He immediately got up and walked over.

When he saw the words written by Tang Muyang, Zhang Lin's eyes suddenly lit up and his steps became a little faster.

After looking at it for a long time, he turned back to look at Tang Muyang, "How many years have you been studying calligraphy... Wait a minute, let me guess. Judging from the writing power and artistic conception of your calligraphy, you must have been skilled in calligraphy for at least ten years.

Bar?"

Tang Muyang laughed dryly and shook his head.

Zhang Lin was a little surprised, "Wrong? That was fifteen years? You are only in your early twenties now, and you started learning calligraphy when you were five or six years old. Could it be that you learned it from your family?"

Tang Muyang coughed twice again, "That's not right either."

Zhang Lin couldn't help but frown, "You couldn't have been practicing calligraphy since you were born, right?"

Tang Muyang couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, I'll tell you the truth, actually... I have been practicing calligraphy for just over a month."

Zhang Lin was stunned for a moment.

After looking at Tang Muyang blankly for a long time, he finally uttered a sentence. "Young man, you must be sincere. I am communicating with you very seriously. If you continue to be so dishonest, I will be angry."

Tang Muyang couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I have really just practiced for a month, and I practiced every now and then, and I haven't even touched the brush a few times."

Zhang Lin's cheek twitched a few times, "Do you think I'm a fool? How many times can I practice to reach this level? If so, there will be calligraphy masters all over the world."

The more he talked, the angrier he became. He seemed to be very angry at Tang Muyang's "insincerity".

Zhang Yingjun and his mother Niu Nan also walked over. After reading the calligraphy, they also felt that Tang Muyang was too insincere.

The writing power of this calligraphy is the result of at least ten years of hard practice.

This guy actually told lies with his eyes open.

This is not a secret. What is there to hide?

Tang Muyang felt helpless when he saw that the family had concluded that he was lying, "What I said is the truth. If you don't believe it, there is nothing I can do about it."

Zhang Lin curled his lips, "If you can really achieve this level in a month, it will take you a thousand years... No, the first genius in history must have incredible talent.

Then you can copy a calligraphy on the spot. If you can copy out three points of charm, I will believe you."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to a piece of writing on the wall and looked at Tang Muyang, "This is a piece of Zhang Xu's wild sketch. Although it is also a copy, it is still far from the original, but it can be used to make a copy."

Tang Muyang nodded, "I'll try."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the wild grass.

Immediately, his mental power spread rapidly, imprinting all the strokes of the calligraphy in his mind.

Then he began to quickly analyze the structure and charm.

After practicing spiritual power, his brain has undergone earth-shaking changes.

If we talk about the previous brain, it was like an ordinary computer.

Then after cultivating mental power, it has become a quantum computer.

Not only is the computing method completely different, but even the computing speed has increased geometrically.

Things that may have taken several years to figure out in the past can now be understood with just a flick of the brain.

The analysis of this piece of wild grass was almost completed in the blink of an eye.

However, in order not to frighten the Zhang family too much, they still pretended to stare at the wild grass for more than half an hour.

Then he picked up the brush, covered in ink, and walked to the desk.

When the three Zhang family members saw this, they were a little stunned. Are they going to start writing now?

Perhaps in Tang Muyang's opinion, more than half an hour of observation has already taken a long time.

But from the perspective of ordinary people, how much can be seen in half an hour?

It’s pretty good to be able to recognize all the characters on it.

Zhang Lin couldn't help but shook his head, young people are just impatient.

With this kind of character, you still want to get the top three in the calligraphy competition and make friends with Master Lou?

Immediately, he no longer had any hope, turned around, walked back to the sofa, and watched TV.

At the same time, Tang Muyang took a deep breath, touched the smooth jade-like rice paper with the brush in his hand, then penetrated the back of the paper, and the brush moved like a dragon and a snake.
Chapter completed!