peach luck evil king

Chapter 535 Great Calligrapher
"Excuse me, are you the head of the Goth family?" Zhao Shaolong asked respectfully.

The middle-aged man took a look at Zhao Shaolong, then glanced at Han Xuan beside him, there was no change at all, and then turned to the calligraphy and painting in Zhao Shaolong's hand, "This is Zhang Zeduan's calligraphy and painting you brought?"

Han Xuan was a little upset in her heart, this person must be too arrogant.We are two living beings.Immediately, I couldn't help but hypnotize him for a while.

However, Zhao Shaolong smiled slightly, secretly thinking, it seems that this is also a weird person.From Mars.

Not annoyed at the moment, he chuckled, "A present for a bosom friend. Whether this is Zhang Zeduan's calligraphy and painting I brought has nothing to do with you."

Although he was smiling, Zhao Shaolong's tone was not subdued at all, on the contrary, he looked down upon the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and then suddenly became furious, "It has nothing to do with me, I am the one who asked you to bring the painting, and I am the head of the Goth family, Gotson."

The middle-aged man danced and yelled exaggeratedly.

At this moment, Zhao Shaolong understood, even Han Xuan, who had a second head, understood why there was only one old and deaf old man looking after the house in this huge villa.The temperament of the gothic patriarch really makes people feel refreshed.

"Then you admit that you are the head of the Goth family." Zhao Shaolong smiled slightly. Since he is an extraordinary person, he can only use extraordinary means.

"Nonsense, you bastard, of course I am the owner of the Gothic family, quickly bring the calligraphy and painting in your hand and let me have a look, if it is fake, then get out of my villa as soon as possible, don't blame me for not reminding you. This I've been in a bad mood for a few days." Gottson grinned and screamed.

Zhao Shaolong didn't seem to care about this, and he didn't mean to take out the painting in his hand, but deliberately changed the topic, "Patriarch Goth, I don't know why you are in a bad mood?"

"Writing, that Wang Xizhi's writing. I can't write well, I can't write well." Gottson didn't regard Zhao Shaolong and Han Xuan as visiting guests at all, and was completely immersed in his own joys and sorrows.

Damn, another temperamental person.

"Take me there to have a look." Zhao Shaolong said lightly.

"Why?" Gottson, who was in a frenzy, suddenly quieted down and asked.Yes, why?

"Where is there so much nonsense, do you want to see Zhang Zeduan's painting? Mahler Gobi's, it's embarrassing for you." Zhao Shaolong gave Gotson a white look.From Qin Hu, he knew that the head of the Gothic family had a weird temper, but he didn't expect it to be so weird.At the moment, I decided to take extraordinary measures.

That Gotson was taken aback suddenly. As the head of the Goth family and one of the richest people in Kuala Lumpur, no one has ever dared to refute his own words.No matter how unreasonable one's request is, no matter how bad one's temper is, others can only be obedient.

But he didn't expect the young man in front of him to be more irritable than his own, and he scolded him fiercely.However, this feeling has not passed for a long time.Gotson's tone turned out to be relaxed.

He muttered, "Of course I want to watch it, but you can't curse people."

"Damn, I'm still not convinced. You think that Zhang Zeduan's paintings can be seen by anyone alone. Tell me first, which character can't you write well?" Zhao Shaolong's face was indifferent, as if a first-grade Chinese teacher was reprimanding others. An obedient elementary school student is average.

"Love, Wang Xizhi's word for love." Gottson suddenly became depressed.

"Come on, let me have a look." Zhao Shaolong pushed Gottson away, and squeezed Han Xuan in.

Gottson wanted to stop him, but Zhao Shaolong was already on the sofa in the hall.The sofa is really nice and soft.

"Take out what you wrote and let me see it." Zhao Shaolong raised his legs and gave Gottsen another look, as if he was looking at a fool.

Gottson is always depressed, when did he receive such a scolding.However, I don't know why, but I actually feel that the young man in front of me seems to give me the feeling of an expert.Moreover, being scolded by him like this, I actually felt very comfortable.

Gottson was very obedient and took out the characters he copied from Wang Xizhi, and placed them in front of Zhao Shaolong and Han Xuan one by one.

There are no less than fifty sheets of rice paper, large and small, and Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Collection" is copied on each sheet.

Zhao Shaolong squinted his eyes slightly, the Longhua burden in his body was already glowing purple, and looked towards Gottson's copying handwriting.

It has to be said that this Gottson has a very high attainment in literature.

Wang Xizhi's calligraphy has a peaceful and natural style, with euphemistic and subtle brushwork, elegant and graceful, giving people the feeling of being one with nature.His representative work "Preface to Lanting Collection" is called the best running script in the world by the world.

Zhao Shaolong awakened to the responsibility of Longhua, and the essence of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy flashed in his mind.I have already grasped its essence.

Looking at Gottsen's font, it already has seven or eight parts of the essence of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. If such characters are available on the market, they will be enough to confuse the real ones.

But this Gottson is dissatisfied, and very dissatisfied.It can also be seen from this point that Gottson's quality in pursuing a certain cultural extreme is still worthy of admiration.

Zhao Shaolong used the index finger and middle finger of his right hand to pinch one of the fonts copied by Gottson with a look of disgust, and then raised it above his head, as if he had wiped his fart.He took a squinting glance at the strands of paper.

"Tsk tsk tsk, just this word, you still have the face to be depressed here, have the face to be mad here? Do you still have the face to live here? You are really an obstacle to the appearance of the city. I regret coming here today, and I will leave." Zhao Shaolong was outspoken about what was hard to hear.After speaking, she pulled Han Xuan up and made a gesture to leave.

"Damn, boy, what are you talking about? You actually said that my words are rubbish? Wow, no one has ever dared to say that about me, only I can say that? I'm so mad, where did you come from? That what Qin Hu also said that his boss is an elegant person, a person who is out of vulgar taste, I think you are just a little funny."

No matter how you say it, Gottson is a well-known figure in Kuala Lumpur. Although he has a weird personality, his talent is real.Has a pivotal position in the literary world.Even Gottson felt that Zhao Shaolong gave him a fresh and refined feeling, but you can't make me worthless.

At that moment, Gottson was furious, and his square face turned into an awl face.The gesture is to coax Zhao Shaolong and Han Xuan.On one side, Han Xuan's pretty face turned cold, and she was about to give Gottsen a catch.Don't forget, Han Xuan is a policeman.Seeing such a jabbering person, one must act instinctively.

And Zhao Shaolong waved his hand, and said softly. "My brother writes better than you, so I have the right to despise you."

Gottson's yelling hands stopped immediately, as if his body had been immobilized, "What did you say? Boy, did I hear you right? You said your writing is better than mine? Haha, really It’s ridiculous. In Malaysia, who dares to say that his handwriting is better than mine? His paintings are better than mine?”

Gottson had a look of disbelief as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Then do you have Wang Xizhi's own writing?" Zhao Shaolong retorted, "China is a huge country, crouching tigers hide dragons, and there are countless capable people with lofty ideals. Everyone in literature also has it. Live. Are you from China?"

Getson nodded subconsciously, "Oh, Chinese."

"It's really embarrassing for the Huaxia people, I'm sorry." Zhao Shaolong spat on the ground. "Honey, my husband will write Wang Xizhi's calligraphy for you when I get home."

"Oh." Han Xuan nodded obediently.

"Wait a minute, can you really write Wang Xizhi's calligraphy?" Gottsen suddenly grabbed Zhao Shaolong's trouser leg and asked.

"It's better than what you wrote." Zhao Shaolong didn't turn around, his tone was serious, but the corner of his mouth drew an arc.

"Come on, come on, if you really write better than me. Then, then..." Gottson was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"Then what?" Zhao Shaolong asked intentionally.

"Then I will give you my villa." Gottson did not believe that Zhao Shaolong could have such a profound attainment in calligraphy at such a young age.However, I couldn't help but want to find out.After all, what Zhao Shaolong said was too attractive.

"The villa is no longer needed." Zhao Shaolong said lightly, "Just agree to one condition." As he said, Zhao Shaolong glanced at Gotsen's body.

Gottson's eyes widened, and then he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, "Okay, I promise you, but you have to be gentle."

Zhao Shaolong was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized, "You look down on me. Don't you see how beautiful my daughter-in-law is?"

Han Xuan at the side seemed to understand what was coming, and suddenly, two red clouds flew out of her little face.

"Okay, I promise you what conditions, as long as it's not too much." Gottson's curiosity has been completely aroused now.There is a feeling that if you don't see Zhao Shaolong writing, you will go crazy.Perhaps, this is the unique mentality that a person has after reaching a high level in a certain field.

"Okay, get a pen." Zhao Shaolong didn't delay right now, there were still a lot of things waiting for him.

Gottson hurriedly greeted the old servant loudly, and brought himself a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The old servant was trembling, and it took him a long time to understand Gotson's meaning. He leisurely went to find a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.An angry Getson yelled again here.Zhao Shaolong smiled wryly.

Finally, the old servant brought the paper and pen, and Gottson grabbed them and spread them on Zhao Shaolong's willow coffee table.And personally grind it for Zhao Shaolong.

After grinding the ink, he handed the pen to Zhao Shaolong, and looked at Zhao Shaolong longingly.

Zhao Shaolong calmed down, took the pen, and soaked up the ink.That posture is like everyone's style.

However, Zhao Shaolong refused to write for a long time, and got so anxious.Uncle, you are putting your pen to paper.

Zhao Shaolong saw that Gotson was on the verge of going berserk again, and then he quickly wrote, and the pen and ink suddenly glowed.A "Preface to Lanting Collection" comes alive on the paper.

Zhao Shaolong is calm and relaxed, as if Wang Xizhi possessed his body. With that graceful waving, he feels that Zhao Shaolong's writing is a kind of performance, or a dance that has accumulated historical and cultural heritage.

Gottson was stunned.Han Xuan on the side looked at her beloved man obsessively. He is really handsome. Tonight, I want to have sex with you.

Gottson looked at the brush characters, as if they were alive.Zhao Shaolong perfectly interpreted the part that he thought was not up to the mark.

I have read thousands of Wang Xizhi's posts, so I naturally understand the subtlety of Wang Xizhi's fonts.And Zhao Shaolong is already the essence of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy completely.Although there are still differences from Wang Xizhi's original work, compared to my own, it is really much, much better.

Gottson's lips kept trembling, and then, when his eyes became hot, he burst into tears.
(End of this chapter)