Chapter 711

It's paper and ink. How can it send out wine fragrance?

Everyone knows that this paper is the source of wine flavor, but why?

The boss looked up at Lin Chengfei and asked, "Xiao Lin What kind of ink do you use? What wine did you mix? I've never smelled a wine so good. "

As an old drunkard, he thought he had drunk all the good wine in the world.

However, he never knew that the aroma of wine could be as strong as this.

The others also looked at Lin Chengfei in horror.

Lin Chengfei light said: "my ink, and they use the same, nothing special."

"Is that the problem with your paper?" The old man asked suspiciously.

"The paper is also brought by boss Huang." Lin Chengfei smiles and shakes his head.

Huang Dongxin finally couldn't help but yell: "Lin Chengfei, what did you do?"

"We can't compete with each other. Do you want to use some special skills? I tell you, no way! "

Lin Chengfei said with a smile: "what strange skills can I use? Paper, ink, pen and inkstone are all brought by you. When I write, you can see them in your eyes. If I do something, you can't see them? You can be blind, but you can't treat everyone present as blind! "

"You..."

"What are you doing?" Lin Chengfei said with a faint smile: "my poetry is about wine, which naturally has the fragrance of wine. When calligraphy reaches a certain level, there will be such a strange scene. I don't even know that. Do you mean to be in the calligraphy world? If you can't write these words, I can teach you. "

"Lin Chengfei!" Huang Dongxin gritted his teeth: "in any case, I will not believe that you must have done something about the strange scene caused by calligraphy."

With these words, he bent down and looked at Lin Chengfei's feet.

No drinks were found.

He leaned his head to Lin Chengfei's side and sniffed hard at him with his nose.

I still don't smell any wine from Lin Chengfei.

The fragrance of wine really comes from his poems.

Lin Chengfei light said: "how? Boss Huang, what else do you have to say? "

After such a meeting, the aroma of the wine did not fade, on the contrary, it was more intense than just now.

All of a sudden, the paper flashed.

Unexpectedly, a wine glass with white light all over it came out of thin air.

The glass is full of wine.

And at the same time that the wine glass appeared, the self on the paper did not disappear all of a sudden.

It's like it's all in this glass.

A group of people almost stare out their eyes.

This Who the hell came out and told them what happened?

Huang Dongxin rubbed his eyes hard, and then rubbed his eyes hard.

The glass is still there.

Everyone's movements are almost the same as Huang Dongxin's.

They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

After a short period of stupidity, the old man quickly reached for the glass.

He had never smelled so good.

He wants to try what the wine tastes like.

It's like fairy wine.

However, his hand failed to touch the glass and passed through it.

The glass is as smooth as jade, and the wine is as honey. It looks very attractive.

I don't know how long it took for the light on the glass to fade.

It took a few minutes to disappear completely.

On that piece of paper, there was writing again.

"The jade pot is green silk. Why is it too late to sell wine. The mountain flower smiles at me, just when holding the cup. "

"In the evening, under the east window, the warbler is here. Spring breeze and drunken guests are suitable today. "

This free and easy poem, like wine, is lying on the white paper, as if nothing happened just now.

"Amazing An old man sighed.

"Wonders of the ages!" Another old man sighed.

"It's a lifelong pity that I didn't drink such delicious wine." The old man stamped his feet and said in a hateful voice.

Lin Chengfei looked at Huang Dongxin and said, "give up?"

"What do you want to lose? Why should I give up? " Huang Dongxin's face is very ugly, but he still says it hard.

Lin Cheng Fei shook his head: "thick skinned to your point, it's really not easy to see."

Then he looked at the group of old people: "dear old people, I have a calligraphy competition with these masters. Look, who won?"

A group of old people said one after another, "is that true? Kobayashi, of course, you won Tqr1

"when you write a poem about wine, you actually write a glass of wine. Xiao Lin, how do you do it?"

"Today, Mr. Huang is not wronged for losing Before, who knows, just write a word, can also write this kind of realmLin Chengfei smiles at Huang Dongxin and others: "justice is in people's heart. Now, what else do you have to say?"

Yang Yiwen, Lu yuanfan and Qi Mingming are speechless.

They can't do it like Lin Chengfei.

Even, they never knew that calligraphy could be practiced to this extent.

Their faces were green and white, and their hearts were full of surprise and anger.

A group of people also looked at them.

They've obviously lost.

You're not going to deny it, are you?

A group of people are contemporary celebrities, who can stand the scornful eyes, at the moment, Lu yuanfan waved his hand and said: "let's go."

"Did you give up?" Lin Chengfei said faintly: "it's a bit impolite to say go, isn't it? What's more, I just said that it's a bit early to go now after comparing calligraphy with painting? "

"We give up!" Lu yuanfan said in a deep voice: "even calligraphy has lost. As for painting, it's better not to compare."

"Boss Huang, do you also admit defeat?"

Huang Dong's heart keeps rising and falling, but at this time, what's the reason for him to be tough?

After all, even Lu yuanfan gave up.

"Admit defeat!" Huang Dongxin gritted his teeth.

"Then boss Huang should be able to do what he said. He won't let you spread rumors about our Yixin garden in the future, will he?" Lin Chengfei asked again.

Huang Dongxin had a meal all over, but he didn't answer. He walked out of Yixin garden quickly.

Lin Chengfei shook his head and sighed: "master Huang, master Huang, as a romantic figure with excellent calligraphy and painting skills, how can he not even respect his promise? This is the most basic foundation of a person's life

The old men and women who are still here are looking at Lin Chengfei with their eyes shining. However, at the same time, they have not forgotten to blame Huang Dongxin.

"I used to think his qingjingzhai was good, but now it's rubbish."

"His character is so bad, how can he write better?"

"Never go shopping with them again."

A group of people angrily criticized, while the old lady went forward directly, grabbed Lin Chengfei's arm, and said eagerly: "Xiao Lin, you just said that you can cure my lumbar disc herniation, isn't it true?"

"Of course it's true!" Lin Chengfei replied positively.

"Can it be cured now?"

"Yes!"