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Chapter 54 - Sudden Rage

The sound was like a drop of jade falling to the ground, and more like the crack of metal. Every word was extremely powerful, like a sharp sword piercing into everyone's ears.

The entire audience was stunned, towards Xiao Yi's arrogant words, they all felt extremely puzzled. Many pairs of eyes fixated on Xiao Yi's body with suspicion.

If it wasn't for Zhong Xiaoyu's birthday banquet, there would definitely be people who would treat Xiao Yi like a lunatic and chase him out.

After staring blankly for a while, Song Shaolun suddenly imitated Xiao Yi and started laughing loudly. He was laughing at Xiao Yi's insanity. He lost control of himself and didn't know what to do.

Xiao Yi looked at the doubtful expression on everyone's faces, and then, his face turned serious and asked Zhong Qianmei: "Chung Chung, do you have any good pens and ink here?"

Zhong Qianmei was slightly startled, she looked at Xiao Yi in astonishment for a moment, then nodded her head: "The hotel will have it, I'll get the hotel to prepare it for you quickly."

"Alright." Xiao Yi laughed confidently, a sarcastic smile plastered on his face.

Everyone in the hotel's lobby started whispering to each other.

"What does he want a pen and ink for?" Could it be that he wants to bask in his writing? "

"How young is he? Then how could the charm of the God's invitation be copied by any young person?"

"Yes, in the presence of God's will, everything will be lost. Prepare a brush and ink? Could it be that he intends to draw? "

"Painting?" The person who answered sneered and said, "Could it be that he's the same as Tang Bai Hu, drawing a little chicken to eat rice?"

Immediately, the two people who were whispering to each other couldn't help but secretly laugh.

Zhong Qianmei gave the orders and the inn was immediately filled with ink and paper. White paper, pens, brushes, everything the hotel had prepared was still plentiful.

Without saying a word, Xiao Yi found a table in front of him and laid down on it. He picked up the brush, and with a serious expression on his face, he began to write furiously on the white paper.

It was still the same prescription: Lingzhi, Chinese wolfberry, Schisandra and chrysanthemum. Cassia seed, mulberry leaf, lotus leaf, summer wilt grass, three dollars each. Gastrodia and Yellow Essence, four coins each. Foam, absolutely do not use the method of decocting, so as to avoid the loss of volatile active ingredients. If you eat it every night, it will be effective if you eat it for a long time.

Not a word had changed, and every shape was still the same as God's invitation. However, the brush used this time, compared to the last pen, every word seemed more unrestrained and full of spirit. At the turning point, it was even more elegant and unrestrained.

As Xiao Yi was writing, the guests below rushed over, surrounding Xiao Yi tightly. Of course, standing at the very front was the most prestigious Old Secretary Zhang Weimin.

At the moment, Secretary Zhang's eyes were flashing with light, staring straight at the line of words written on the paper. The wrinkles on his face were all scrunched up, and his face was filled with fervent excitement. Both of his fists clenched tightly, as though he was ready to pounce at any moment, swearing to defend this line of graceful and elegant wild grass that Xiao Yi had just wrote down.

Song Shaolun was unmoved as he watched Xiao Yi finish writing the entire line of words swiftly. Since he did not know much about calligraphy, he naturally could not understand what was going on. He immediately laughed and ridiculed Xiao Yi: "What is going on? Draw a few earthworms on paper. Do you think that you are a sparrow turning into a phoenix? "Don't tell me you think your calligraphy skills are better than my God's letter just because you're a calligrapher?"

Pausing for a moment, the mocking expression on Song Shaolun's face grew even brighter. He stared at Xiao Yi as he spoke each word was extremely sarcastic and sarcastic, "I think you are really silly and naive."

This time, Xiao Yi did not respond to the arrogant and unaware Song Shaolun. It was actually the intolerable Old Secretary, who slapped Song Shaolun on the head.

The crisp sound of a slap resounded throughout the entire hotel.

"What did your dad teach you all these years? You can't read, can't you? You're still talking nonsense here, making a fool of yourself. All these years, you look more and more like a playboy young master. You don't know anything other than eating, drinking and playing. "

After the slap, Old Secretary Zhang Weimin was still so angry that it was hard to quell his hatred as he rushed towards Song Shaolun and cursed.

He actually compared such a perfect and suave wild grass to a few earthworms. To Old Secretary, this was a humiliation to his sight and a blasphemy. This was something intolerable. Old Secretary, who rarely got angry, had an indignant look at this time.

Song Shaolun was startled, he held onto the pain on his head, seeing Old Secretary whose face was red from anger, his heart became weak. He opened his mouth and asked: "Old Secretary, what did I do wrong?"

If anyone dared to touch even a hair of Song Shaolun, the number one young master of the Song Family, then the Song Family could definitely retaliate in anger. But, at this time, the one who attacked Song Shaolun, and reprimanded him, was Jiang Hai Old Secretary Zhang Weimin. However, the Song Family did not dare to act rashly. After all, with Zhang Weimin's prestige and confidence, the Song Family did not dare to act rashly.

"What did you do wrong?" Zhang Weimin suddenly raised his voice, opened his mouth and roared: "Truly stubborn, an infant cannot be taught. Standing in front of you is the original work of God's Thread, the Great Sage of Calligraphy. You said he was writing about earthworms crawling on paper, are you doubting my judgement? Are you mocking me? If you look at this line of words, it would be like flowing water, anything. This is the highest realm, do you understand? "How foolish, how shallow, and how inexperienced..."

Old Secretary, whose face and neck were all red, shouted loudly at Song Shaolun. They all seemed to be roaring.

The thing he loved the most, the thing he thought to be the most perfect, was actually provoked. This caused Old Secretary to lose his composure. Towards Song Shaolun, he felt a little resentful that he had failed.

The sharp question was just like how Old Secretary was all those years ago. This caused Song Shaolun to be unable to catch his breath, and his face flushed red. He opened his mouth and somewhat stuttered: "You said, that he was the original author of the God's Invitation?"

Seeing that Song Shaolun was still so stupid, Zhang Weimin shook his head helplessly. Then, he stared at the line of words on Xiao Yi's paper, his eyes flickered with a bright light, and spoke frankly: "Of course, he is the young man I want to look for. If you compare these two words, can't you see that this was written by a single person? The charm of the characters, the strokes, they were all so similar. At the turning point of the hook was a sharpness of the blade. Moreover, the calligraphy seemed even more elegant and proud, revealing the calligraphy style of the person who wrote it … "

Although Zhang Weimin was old, he looked a little old. However, he was full of energy at this moment. The entire lobby was in a daze.

Following that, pairs of astonished gazes fell upon Xiao Yi's young and thin figure. One after another, astonished and dazed expressions emerged on their faces as gasps resounded throughout the third floor of the inn one after another.

He turned the whole river over and over in his search. The original of the God's invitation was actually right in front of his eyes. It was actually such an inconspicuous young man.

A group of important people who loved calligraphy couldn't help but crowd towards the table that Xiao Yi had just written. All of the business people moved their feet forward in curiosity. They all wanted to see just how amazing his calligraphy skills were. Is it as perfect and unbridled as the God's invitation?

At the same time, the table where Xiao Yi wrote that week became the center of attention. All of them were like ducks stretching their necks, hoping to see the words on the table.

Secretary Niu was the first to lower his head and admire it, looking at the wild grass that Xiao Yi wrote on with his brush. Immediately, his eyes lit up, and his hands began to move uneasily. From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to take this letter for himself.

After that, when the Song Chongming whose expression was extremely unsightly saw the word on the table, a hint of surprise instantly emerged on his originally slightly angry face.

This group of people all had some attainments in calligraphy. Naturally, one could see the extraordinary origin of Xiao Yi's word.

Song Chongming stared at the words for a minute, then suddenly raised his head. His tiger eyes trembled, and shouted angrily at Song Shaolun: "Come here, you disgrace yourself. Why are you still standing there? Don't take the manger. All these years I've been too busy working to educate myself. I'll definitely educate you when we get back. "

Seeing that his always-loving father was even beginning to berate him, Song Shaolun smiled bitterly. When he saw the shocking written invitation once again, he shook his head.

Until this moment, he still didn't see what was so miraculous about this piece of paper. However, he did not dare to disobey his father, Song Chongming. He immediately walked over and stood behind Song Chongming. However, his handsome young face had long since turned the color of a pig's liver.

Wearing a diamond dress, Zhong Xiaoyu saw that sshe had been robbed by Xiao Yi. Immediately, he walked to Xiao Yi's side and tugged at Xiao Yi's forehead, saying coquettishly: "Hmph, it's still your birthday after all, or my birthday. All of the glory has been stolen by you."

Although he said it out loud, he still felt happy inside. Any woman would like to see her man shine and her man shine.

Zhong Qianmei, who was standing at the side, laughed lightly, and looked at Xiao Yi with an even more satisfied expression.

Xiao Yi looked at the large group of people who were still pointing and pointing at the words that was written around him, and lazily said: "Alright, today is not the day of discussion about calligraphy, but the birthday of my Xiao Yu. "If you have the chance next time, come and enjoy it again."

Xiao Yi's words immediately disrupted their mood. Old Secretary Zhang Weimin raised his head, looked at Xiao Yi's skinny figure, and praised: "If you want to hear, just die. Looking at these words, it seems that my many years of life have not been in vain. "You're still young, not bad, not bad at all. Let's have a nice chat after this."

At this moment, Zhang Weimin didn't look like the Old Secretary with its usual prestige, but instead like a fanatical fan.

Xiao Yi smiled faintly, and touched the double ditch copy in his bosom, and slowly said: "Come down, I will definitely find Old Secretary to talk with you about calligraphy. It's just that I have to give my Xiao Yu a birthday present now. "

At this moment, when Xiao Yi talked about giving presents to them, everyone's gaze turned to Xiao Yi once again.