Rebirth Lord of Time and Space

Chapter 304
Lin Fei's cloud and flowing water did not stagnate, and the song "Krazy Warriors Wushuang Tie" was completed in one go.

Pick up the pen and print.

Take the pen and stand still.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for activating the task 'Unparalleled in the World——Books to Express God'. The current completion rate is 10%. The reward item is Wang Xizhi's Four Treasures of the Study. Please continue to work hard, the host is unique in this world."

The sound of the system suddenly sounded, and at this moment,
Everyone's eyes are complicated,

frenzy,

horrified,

incredible.

"I haven't seen the old fairy for ten years, and dragons and snakes are flying on the wall."

"During the period of the charm, the lone cloud came out of Xiuxiu and went straight to Xiaohan... Zhang Xu's madness, the poetry fairy's wildness, Pei Min's sword spirit, it seems that the charm of the entire prosperous Tang Dynasty is contained in this copybook."

"Tsk tsk, what a piece of "Kuangshi Wushuang Post", the strength of this post, I am afraid that even Zhang Bogao's "Four Posts of Ancient Poems", which is known as the best cursive script in ancient and modern times, is quite inferior. Mr. Lin said that his calligraphy is unparalleled in all ages, the best in the world , the old man thought he was talking big words, but now it seems that the old man is blind to gold inlaid with jade, and Mr. Lin's calligraphy is more accomplished than painting. No. 1 in ancient and modern calligraphy, he deserves his name!"

"If my late father, Duke Taiyan, was still alive, he would have become best friends with my husband, but it's a pity that he was born at an untimely time."

"Lin No. [-], please be respected by this old man!"

Zhang Dingshan burst into tears, completely overwhelmed by Lin Fei, and immediately worshiped.

"Mr. Zhang is too polite."

Lin Fei quickly helped Zhang Dingshan up. Although he was proud, he was just someone who looked down on him.

"Mr. Lin, I can feel the highest state of calligraphy in my lifetime. 'Writing is like seeing a god'. I really have no regrets in death. You are the master of the calligraphy world, and you deserve to be respected by the old man. Just now I admire you very much. It's a shame to be offended."

As Zhang Dingshan said, he turned his head and bowed again.

He is a great Confucianist in the world and has been immersed in calligraphy for many years. When he saw Lin Fei's handwriting today, it was as if a carpenter met Lu Ban, a swordsman met Guan Gong, and a poem writer met Li Bai. This kind of shock, reverence, and admiration , It's like seeing a fairy.

To put it bluntly, at this moment, Zhang Dingshan has become Lin Fei's "brain fan", or "brother fan".

"Mr. Zhang, you have been a degree for so many years, and after being a righteous man, I can't accept your great gift. Get up quickly."

Lin Fei's eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and he helped Zhang Dingshan up.

Wang Rufeng's face was dark and he didn't speak, obviously unable to accept the fact that he had failed.

Seeing Lin Fei's calligraphy that shocked the world and weeping ghosts and gods,
From now on,

I am afraid that he can no longer bring up half of his belief in writing.

Dao Xin has been broken! ! !

"Why are you still not convinced?" Lin Fei's eyes were full of majesty: "I said I didn't want to hit you, but you have to beg me to hit you. Do you think you are cheap?"

Wang Rufeng was already old, and was taught by a junior, his eyes darkened, his legs softened, and he seemed about to fall to the ground.

Finally, I couldn't help it, and with a "puchi", a mouthful of old blood spurted out, with a gloomy expression:
"Teacher, the student is a little uncomfortable, so go back and rest first."

"Ugh!"

Looking at the back of Wang Rufeng leaving, Zhang Dingshan sighed slightly, "Wang Rufeng's Taoism is broken, I am afraid that he will never be able to write with a pen in the future, even if he does, he is doomed to lack the momentum to move forward."

Lin Fei shook his head, without any sympathy: "This man has lived to be over 70 years old, and he is still narrow-minded. Even if I don't hit him, he is doomed to have difficulty making progress in painting and calligraphy."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Zhang Dingshan nodded wildly: "The Confucian style has eyes but does not know Mount Tai. If you offend Mr. Lin, a master of calligraphy who is as outstanding as ever, it is his own fault."

As he said that, Zhang Dingshan nodded with a smile, and said with some malicious intentions: "Mr. Lin, I have an unfeeling request. Your calligraphy is simply an ancient masterpiece. Can you let me show it for a few days?"

"If you like it, how about giving it to you? It's just a clumsy sketch!"

Lin Fei is meaningless.

The words he wrote are peerless divine scriptures to others, but to him, writing by hand is nothing.

"This... is such a priceless treasure, is this really good?" Zhang Dingshan was very tempted and wanted it, but the value of this copybook is inestimable.

He took it, with a bad conscience.

When he was a professor, he didn't blink his eyes when he was offered a bribe of ten thousand taels of gold.

However, ten thousand taels of gold is nothing compared to this peerless divine post.

Lin Fei smiled: "It's just a picture of words, let me send you to look up and study!"

If others say that I will give you a picture of calligraphy, let you study in admiration and improve your calligraphy.

It is estimated that Zhang Dingshan let him go immediately.However, Lin Fei really has this talent, this peerless divine post, wild wind, the number one in ancient and modern times.

Sure enough, Zhang Dingshan fell to his knees without hesitation:
"I beg you to accept me as an apprentice! I would like to worship you as my teacher and listen to my teaching!"

The road of art, regardless of age, the master is the teacher.

It is quite normal for teachers to give students works and let them admire, copy and study.

How crazy Lin Fei is can be seen from his unscrupulous eyes, but it is too crazy to accept a Hongru who is over 80 years old as a disciple.

Moreover, something is wrong.

Lin Fei declined and said: "Mr. Zhang, you are serious. If you are willing to learn, I will teach you everything. As for the master and apprentice, forget it. This copybook will be given to you. How much you can understand the essence of the calligraphy depends on your understanding." .”

Zhang Dingshan took the copybook respectfully.

"Then... the students will be disrespectful."

Lin Fei didn't want to accept him as a disciple, and he didn't force him, but he still insisted on performing the discipleship ritual.

After receiving the copybook, he was overjoyed and said, "I'll find someone to carefully frame this copybook when I turn around, and make it a family heirloom to be passed down from generation to generation."

When everyone in the hall saw this scene, they were like dumb, unable to speak a word.

They didn't expect that Lin Fei's talent was so high that even Zhang Dingshan, a generation of Confucian scholars whom they most respected and loved, would call him Mr. and respectfully worship him as a teacher.

This is the talent of heaven, the highest state of calligraphy!

Many people couldn't help blushing when they thought of the ridicule and humiliation of Lin Fei just now.

What is a face slap, this is called a real face slap.

Zhang Wen stood there in embarrassment, her heart was in a mess, Lin Fei shook her nerves one after another, and at the end she felt that Lin Fei in front of her seemed to be a different person, unbelievably good.

Thinking of what she said to Lin Fei before, she couldn't help but feel a little pain on her face, and she was terrified in her heart, and said:
"Well... Lin Fei, I didn't mean to say you before. How did I know that you are so good at painting, calligraphy, and poetry? I'm afraid that you will lose face and be despised."

Lin Fei didn't speak.

She suddenly asked nervously: "You don't hate me just because of this?"

"Can I be as knowledgeable as a little girl like you?"

Lin Fei shook his head: "There are not many people in the world who are qualified to make me hate, besides, I always regard you as a friend."

"friend…"

Zhang Wen's heart felt cold, and she was so wronged that she was about to cry.

(End of this chapter)