I started to become more self-disciplined at the age of 30

Chapter 121 120. Kill one person every steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles! Millions of people are online.

Han Qing, who was broadcasting live with a mobile phone stand, was stunned for a second when she saw Jiang Chen talking to her, and then she reacted.

She immediately placed the phone holder in her hand on the table next to her, then turned around and walked inside to get her backpack. Her backpack was always filled with things Jiang Chen might need, including writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone.

When everyone at the scene and in the live broadcast room heard Jiang Chen's words, they were all shocked and looked at Jiang Chen with surprise and expectation.

Everyone who has watched Jiang Chen’s live broadcast knows that Jiang Chen has two spells that can control all the audience!

That is——Xiao Qingzi, guitar!
And——Xiaoqingzi, pen and ink!
Jiang Chen's two sentences will definitely not disappoint people. All the audience will definitely not have any thoughts of leaving the live broadcast room. They just want to stay in the live broadcast room and wait for Jiang Chen's next amazing performance.

The number of people online in the live broadcast room did not decrease, but continued to grow slowly, exceeding 920,000.

"Here it comes! How can there be good songs without good poems? Lao Jiang's talent is unique on the Internet!"

"Pen and ink are ready, coming!"

"I was stunned. There were too many surprises tonight. Old Jiang exploded."

"This is Lao Jiang's live broadcast room. You never know when a surprise will come."

"Guess what Lao Jiang is going to write? I guess it's ancient poetry. He just wrote two poems this morning, one is "Yi Jian Mei" and the other is "Qing Ping Diao". They are both very good. My teacher said that "Yi Jian Mei" will definitely be included in the textbooks and become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. You should memorize it well now, otherwise you won't have to memorize it when it's in the textbooks."

"By the way, can I order the work that Lao Jiang wants to write? Forty million..."

"Hahaha, Lao Jiang won't sell..."

……

Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Yan Ruyu, Sophia, Yang Wenjie, Wang Xuefeng, Huang Wenqing, Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Zhang Shuwen, Li Xinghong, Li Wenbin and others who were in the room also came outside with Han Qing, stood behind Jiang Chen, watched from the closest distance, and were looking forward to what Jiang Chen would write.

At the same time, far away in the Magic City.

Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming, Li Hui and others were sitting in Bao Mo's shop, watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

Qin Hanming said in a complicated tone: "Jiang Chen really left behind too many works when he went to Beijing this time."

Qin Xuerong remained silent after hearing this, with a flash of envy in his eyes.

When Jiang Chen went to Beijing this time, he gave a piece of his work to each of Wang Fei and Li Wenjun, which was a treatment that Qin Xuerong had never received before.

Of course, she also knew that she had not done anything for Jiang Chen before.

Wang Fei and Li Wenjun, two talented ladies from wealthy families, make breakfast for Jiang Chen every morning, noon and evening. It is truly commendable.

but……

Jiang Chen directly gave each of them an original copy of his work. In the eyes of Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming and others, this gift was really too valuable.

In particular, one of their masterpieces, Yi Jian Mei, and another, Qing Ping Diao, are both works worthy of being passed down through the ages.

but.

Although Qin Xuerong liked Yi Jian Mei, he envied Li Wenjun more for Qing Ping Diao.

because.

That was written by Jiang Chen for Li Wenjun personally. Even though the work itself is somewhat inferior to A Cut Plum, it can be seen that Li Wenjun left a deeper impression on Jiang Chen. Li Wenjun will certainly be remembered and passed down by later generations because of this work. Later generations will know because of this work that there was a fairy-like Li Wenjun in the past, and Jiang Chen specially wrote a Qingping Diao to praise her beauty.

Then, people will be curious about how beautiful Li Wenjun is, and then they will search for Li Wenjun's information.

In this way, it would be hard for Li Wenjun not to be remembered by future generations.

Who wouldn't want such an opportunity to leave a name in history? And it's an extremely positive one, which is a great honor for a girl.

Qin Xuerong sighed slightly, and she really regretted not having the heart to give up everything and follow Jiang Chen.

If I had followed Jiang Chen at the beginning, perhaps I would be written into Jiang Chen's poems now, and be recited by future generations and become a good story.

If Jiang Chen had written a Qingping tune to praise her, she would really be willing to die for Jiang Chen.

pity!

Once you miss it, you miss it after all.

Qin Hanming looked at Li Hui and said, "Did your brother go to the capital?"

Li Hui nodded: "Yes, he wants to buy an original work of Jiang Chen to collect, but he has not met Jiang Chen yet."

Qin Hanming didn't go to Beijing, so he didn't introduce Jiang Chen to Li Zheng. He asked curiously, "How much is he going to offer?"

Li Hui: “Forty million per painting.”

Qin Hanming: "The current collectors' market price for Jiang Chen's authentic works is over 30 million. Old Li's offer of 40 million is quite sincere. However, I don't think anyone will sell it. Jiang Chen himself won't sell it, and Han Qing, Wang Fei, and Li Wenjun, who received it as a gift from Jiang Chen, are unlikely to sell it either."

Li Hui smiled bitterly: "Yes, my brother contacted Li Wenbin and wanted to buy Li Wenjun and Wang Fei's works through Li Wenbin, but was rejected by Li Wenbin."

Qin Hanming shook his head: "It's difficult! It will probably be more difficult in the future. Right now, the market for Jiang Chen's authentic works is very hot, but none of his works have entered the market for trading, so they may be more sought after in the future, and the price may go up. The less available they are, the more people want to buy them. I have been collecting for my entire life, and I have never seen a living artist's work appreciate so quickly and so dramatically."

Li Hui: "That was the masterpiece of that calligraphy master from more than ten years ago. It is only worth about 10 million yuan now. Jiang Chen has just become a master, and his works can be sold for 30 or 40 million yuan. How can this be justified?"

Indeed, several people shook their heads after hearing this and had no way to reason.

but.

They also knew that the man who was known as the last calligraphy master of China more than ten years ago was only good at calligraphy and had written some simple literary works, but none of them were widely known and their level was average, so he was just a simple calligraphy master. It was rare for his representative calligraphy works to sell for tens of millions.

After all, in the collection market, some representative works of ancient cultural celebrities can be purchased for tens of millions.

Qin Hanming sighed: "Hey, I wonder when Jiang Chen will return to the Magic City."

A few people looked back at Jiang Chen's works hanging on the wall, knowing that Jiang Chen would definitely come to get these works, but looking at Jiang Chen's current schedule, he would definitely not come back in the short term.

And in the live broadcast screen.

Han Qing took out the pen and ink.

Then, Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Yan Ruyu and others quickly cleaned up a large table, cleaned it thoroughly, leaving it spotless, and placed the pens, ink, paper and inkstone neatly on it.

Everyone around the scene kept quiet, even their breathing was controlled as low as possible, and they did not dare to make any noise to disturb Jiang Chen.

This time, Yan Ruyu moved the fastest. She quickly stood in front of the inkstone and was the first to grind ink for Jiang Chen. She blinked at Jiang Chen and showed a playful smile, which showed more youthfulness and liveliness than Wang Fei and Li Wenjun.

Jiang Chen nodded to Yan Ruyu, then slowly walked to the desk, picked up the brush and paused it in the air, but did not immediately dip it in ink and start writing.

Han Qing once again pointed the live broadcast phone at Jiang Chen and the rice paper in front of Jiang Chen. There were already more than 940,000 people online in the entire live broadcast room, and the barrage in the live broadcast room had decreased a lot. Many people were looking at Jiang Chen and the brush in his hand nervously, waiting for Jiang Chen to start writing. They wondered what work Jiang Chen would write?
Almost everyone around looked at Jiang Chen nervously and expectantly.

Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Wang Xuefeng, Yang Wenjie, Huang Bo and others were all quickly guessing in their hearts.

Ancient poetry?

Ancient poem?

Modern poetry?
This is a literary genre that Jiang Chen has already written and proven himself in. Each of his works is worthy of being included in textbooks and passed down through the ages.

And the next second.

Jiang Chen began to write.

The movement was extremely fast, the arm and the brush almost merged into one, like a sharp sword, the brush seemed to leave a series of sword shadows on the white paper!
Three words appeared quickly.

Knight's Journey!
Three words came out.

The scene became even quieter.

Everyone can feel a sharp aura like a sword from these three words. Just by looking at them a few more times, they will feel a little sore in their eyes, as if they were stimulated by the sword, and an instinctive fear arises in their hearts.

Many viewers who understand calligraphy were so excited that their faces turned red.

Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Huang Wenqing, Huang Bo, Wang Xuefeng and the others all widened their eyes and wanted to say something, but they didn't dare to say it at this moment. They were too close to Jiang Chen and were afraid that speaking would disturb Jiang Chen's current state.

Whether it is calligraphy or creation, the state at that time is the most important.

If you are in the right state, what you write may be beyond your normal level.

Once you are disturbed, the sudden inspiration in your mind may disappear, and you will miss an important opportunity. You may not experience that feeling again for a long time, or even never encounter it in your entire life, and thus regret it for the rest of your life.

and so!
No one dared to speak.

Qin Hanming, Li Hui, Qin Xuerong and others who were far away in Shanghai immediately stood up, staring at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen and the sword-like words formed by the strokes of his pen.

Li Hui, vice president of the calligraphy association, said with admiration: "What sharp characters! The pen in his hand is like a sword, and every stroke seems to be carved out by a sword. It's tiring to stare at it all the time, and it feels like my eyes can't take it! He has become more free to control the charm of calligraphy, and has made great progress."

Qin Hanming: "What a terrifying talent for calligraphy!"

Qin Xuerong: "This is the most powerful calligraphy and work written by Jiang Chen. It should be a poem!"

Under Jiang Chen's writing.

Lines of text appeared quickly. Everyone at the scene and the audience watching the live broadcast were attracted by the text. There were only a few comments in the live broadcast room. Everyone's eyes were focused on nothing else but Jiang Chen's pen and the words that appeared under the pen.

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuangxue Ming."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star."

With just a few words, an image of a knight instantly appeared in everyone's mind.

A man from Yan and Zhao, with a red military tassel on his head and a shining Wu Yue scimitar on his waist, riding a white horse with a silver saddle, galloped on the street, like a Liu star in the sky, flashing by...

And the next second.

Appeared again in Jiang Chen's writing.

"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"

As soon as this sentence came out.

There were gasps at the scene. Many people wanted to shout excitedly, but they held it back by taking deep breaths. They just stared at Jiang Chen and the words on the table with red faces.

At this moment, the live broadcast room was instantly flooded with dense barrage of comments!
"I jumped up with excitement. It was so awesome."

"It's so cool, I kill one person every ten steps, and I don't leave any traces in a thousand miles! It's awesome!"

"Is this the knight in the eye of Lao Jiang? Awesome!"

"Old Jiang is awesome!"

"Brilliant!"

"Kneel down!"

“Can a human write this?”

"This is my first reward, dedicated to Lao Jiang!"

"This is also my first time giving a tip. I have to give a tip for a work like this, otherwise I will be betraying my conscience."

"Too good!"

“My hands are shaking.”

……

Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Li Wenbin, Wang Yang, Yang Wenjie and everyone else present at the scene clenched their fists excitedly, their faces flushed, staring intently at every word Jiang Chen wrote.

"Hello."

"I was leisurely passing Xinling to drink, taking off my sword and crossing my knees."

"I will eat Zhu Hai while I'm going to eat it, and I'll hold a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win."

"Three cups of wine will make the five mountains seem light."

"After the fireworks, my ears are warmed, and my spirits are high."

"Waving the golden mallet to save Zhao, Handan was shocked first."

"Two warriors from the Qianqiu period have conquered Daliang City."

"Even if the bones of a hero are so fragrant, I will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world."

"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?"

Jiang Chen wrote faster and faster, just like the sword of a knight, and the sharpness of each word became stronger and stronger, as if each stroke was a sword and each word was made up of sword edges.

When the last sentence is finished.

When Jiang Chen put down the brush in his hand, his arms felt numb and his head felt dizzy for a moment.

Seeing the system prompt, he directly gained 3,000 calligraphy experience points, which was the most experience points he had ever obtained at one time.

He knew that his writing skills had improved a lot this time, but it also consumed a lot of his physical strength and energy.

He was now physically and mentally exhausted and just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep.

And the scene was still silent!
No one dared to speak out.

Each pair of eyes just stared at the words, as if they were afraid that if they spoke, the words would turn into swords and strangle them.

In a nearby courtyard.

Li Zheng stared at the live broadcast, picked up the phone with trembling fingers and dialed. After the call was connected, he said in a trembling and excited voice: "Have you watched Jiang Chen's live broadcast?"

The other party's voice was also a little excited: "Watching, Mr. Li!"

Li Zheng: "I want this painting of a knight-errant. No matter how much it costs, even 100 million, I must hang it in my study. Can you help me with it? If not, I will find someone else."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then a voice said, "Mr. Li, we are preparing to contact Jiang Chen."

Li Zheng: "Within a month, the price is within 100 million. If it works out, I'll give you a commission of 5 million!"

A voice came from the other end of the phone immediately: "Okay, we brothers will do our best."

Li Zheng: "Okay, I'll wait for your news."

hang up the phone.

Li Zheng paced back and forth in the room excitedly, and kept muttering: "Kill one person every ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles, leave after the work is done, and hide your name and body! What kind of talent and imagination can write such a poem? I must have this work, I must!"

This is the value of art.

As long as someone likes it and is willing to offer a price, it can be worth that much.

As the saying goes, money can’t buy my love.

……

And on site.

Yan Ruyu noticed that Jiang Chen was a little tired. Her body swayed a bit, and she quickly reached out to hold Jiang Chen's waist, and with her other hand she held Jiang Chen's arm, while her eyes were reluctant to leave the words on the table.

Li Wenjun couldn't help but read it out loud, his clear voice also trembling with excitement.

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuangxue Ming."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star."

“Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.”

"Hello."

"I was leisurely passing Xinling to drink, taking off my sword and crossing my knees."

"I will eat Zhu Hai while I'm going to eat it, and I'll hold a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win."

"Three cups of wine will make the five mountains seem light."

"After the fireworks, my ears are warmed, and my spirits are high."

"Waving the golden mallet to save Zhao, Handan was shocked first."

"Two warriors from the Qianqiu period have conquered Daliang City."

"Even if the bones of a hero are so fragrant, I will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world."

"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?"

Although Li Wenjun's voice was very soft, it was clearly heard by everyone in the silent environment. It also made every viewer in the live broadcast room extremely excited, as if they had experienced it themselves.

Then, everyone who heard it took a deep breath, as if they were suddenly awakened.

Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Sophia, Yang Wenjie, Huang Wenqing, Huang Bo and others, as well as Yan Ruyu who was supporting Jiang Chen, turned their eyes away from the text at this time. They were all extremely shocked and looked at Jiang Chen as if he were a monster.

This poem truly shocked and amazed every one of them.

It’s not that the writing style and words of this poem are so excellent, but that there is a spirit of a knight who travels across the world between the lines, and the strokes are filled with the gleam of swords and the shadows of sabers.

They can't imagine.

What kind of talent and vision are needed to write such a work?

Just by watching and listening to it once, they were so excited that they wished they could carry a sword, ride a white horse with a silver saddle, travel the world, do justice, punish evil and eliminate evil, without asking for anything in return.

What kind of chivalrous world does Jiang Chen, who can write such a work, have in his mind?
At this moment, the live broadcast room was boiling again. The number of online viewers surged again, directly exceeding the one million mark. The many reward effects were too numerous to keep up.

(End of this chapter)