Chi Feibai looked at Xiao Yun, as if looking at a holy man from heaven.
Martial arts, exquisite medicine, and even handwritten characters have exploded many calligraphy!
Is this human or God!
Chi Feibai swallowed his mouth and tried to calm his excitement.
"Xiao Xiaoyou, you are too pursuing perfection. How can there be a lot of art works in the world? You can't always pick your bones in your eggs like this!"
Chi Fei Bai took a breath, looked back at the words on the table, and continued: "The old is not joking with you. This word is indeed very well written!"
Hearing this, Xiao Yun was a little stunned, and he was even at a loss.
He usually wrote a regular script of the font, and this calligraphy tonight was written in grass.
Because he never felt how good the grass he wrote was, he would only write two hands occasionally when he was upset.
After all, when he was studying in the past, when he finished his calligraphy class for the first time, when he took the grass he wrote to show his mother, he suddenly floated in his mother's eyes.
Ghost painting, let him not be able to write anymore in the future.
Since then, he has only wrote the satisfactory regular script.
If it wasn't for the boring mood tonight, he would not write such a calligraphy with grass.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yun looked at Chi Feibai suspiciously and said, "Chi Lao, how can I say this word is so good, you look at this word, this word, and this word, and you are not written well."
Chi Feibai looked at Xiao Yun's pointed words, and then glanced at it, so he waved his hand and said, "Xiao Xiaoyou, you are a bit of a little bit of hair! What is the problem?"
In Chi Feibai's view, Xiao Yun's grass is writing, and it will definitely shock the calligraphy world of Daxia!
However, Xiao Yun was still arrogant here, and even threw this good word as a defeat!
If these words can be regarded as defeated, what do other calligraphy masters write?
Rubbish?
waste?
"Xiao Xiaoyou, I will tell you again, your words are really well written!" Chi Feibai was a little anxious, blowing his beard and staring.
Xiao Yun smiled helplessly, thinking that Chi Feibai gave him forty fitness pills because he gave him a fart, coaxing himself, and no longer argued with him.
: "Yes, since Chi Lao loves so much, then I will practice more in the future."
Hearing this, Chi Fei's white face was happy, and he nodded with a beard with a satisfied place: "Hahaha, Xiao Xiaoyou, you must have a future!"
After the words, Chi Fei glanced at Xiao Yun, and said with a smile: "The old age has a ruthless request ... I wonder if Xiao Xiaoyou can send your word for your word?"
"Of course it is okay, if Chi Lao doesn't dislike it."
Xiao Yun made a slight head, and said a few words from the bookshelf on the side, and asked on the case a few of them: "These are what I recently wrote, can you see?"
Chi Feibai opened the rice paper carefully.
Most of the words inside are written in case, and only one is written in grass.
It is not that Xiao Yun's regular script is not well written. In fact, the regular script he wrote is quite a bit of Yan Zhenqing's taste.
However, compared with the grass he wrote, it was slightly inferior to the sorrow.
Chi Fei did not dare to neglect, and she admired the calligraphy in front of him very cautiously, and even took out the old flower mirror from the pocket of Tai Chi uniform.
"Okay! Okay!" Every time Chi Fei looked at a word, he murmured to praise himself.
When he saw the calligraphy written in grass, the whole person was so excited that his lips were stunned.
sky......
He couldn't believe his eyes! This chapter has been completed!