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Chapter 196 - Guests of the Pen Hall

This car was naturally the old man Song Xu and his Guard Captain Huang Ming. At this moment, the two finally decided to meet Xiao Yi officially. Stepping past the shattered shadows of the warm winter sun, they walked straight into Xiao Yi's Pen Hall.

To Xiao Yi, who was seated in front of the table and was waving his sleeves unrestrainedly. This old man, Song Xu and Huang Ming, had not even looked at him after entering the room. The two of them seemed like a customer that came in to buy words.

He was silent, as if he was afraid to disturb Xiao Yi. Standing in the Pen Hall, he slowly looked at the mountain and river paintings on the walls. After looking through the landscape paintings on the walls, the two of them looked at the words written by Xiao Yi in the shop.

Song Xu and Huang Ming seemed like two calligraphy lovers as they looked at Xiao Yi's framed words. Both of their eyes lit up. They stood in front of each word for a long time.

Like a fan of Xiao Yi, a trace of fanaticism appeared on his face.

"Good writing, good writing." After reading a few words, the old man Song Xu began to praise Liu Ming more and more.

Huang Ming followed behind the old man Song Xu and similarly opened his mouth: "It is indeed a good word, it can definitely be stored as a work of art. Every single stroke, is like a golden hook carved on the soil, bold and unrestrained. "

"Hmm, it's been so many years since I've seen such a good character." Old man Song Xu nodded his head heavily, a trace of splendor on his face. This time, he had traveled thousands of miles to solve a problem, regardless of how the situation developed. Now, seeing such a good character caused his eyes to be filled with joy. This trip was not in vain.

When they saw these extremely good words, Song Xu and Huang Ming's faces no longer showed an expression of indifference. Both of them subconsciously moved closer to Xiao Yi's side, their faces were solemn.

Xiao Yi was not affected by Song Xu and Huang Ming who had just entered, he continued to write quietly on the Xuanzhou sprout paper. It seemed that Xiao Yi was very casual.

However, the Old Master Song Xu and Huang Ming could see that his wrist, which was holding a brush, was vigorous and vigorous. Every stroke was quite forceful. So much so that the two of them realized that a layer of cold sweat had seeped out of Xiao Yi's forehead.

On Xuan Zhou's sprout paper, there were two sentences that were said in a very light tone: 'Golden Qilin is not like the mist, it changes the dragon in a single storm.'

These short fourteen words, yet Xiao Yi spent an entire half an hour to finish writing them. This line of fourteen words was the line Xiao Yi was the most diligent towards writing up till now. In fact, even when Xiao Yi waved his brush, he still unconsciously channeled the Nine Dragons True Qi in his body into the lines he wrote.

Every line was like a piece of paper jumping out.

At a glance, the brush is as smooth as a dragon and the metal is as smooth as a silver hook. His movements were fluid and his brush moved like smoke. With a single stroke, he looked like a horse that had escaped its reins and soared into the sky. He also looked like a dragon that was moving around in the sky. Its color, shape, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color, color.

The Song Family's old patriarch, Song Xu, and Huang Ming stood in front of the words that were just formed. Shuangshuang was completely immersed in those words, unable to recover from the shock. The longer they stared at the words on the table, the more they could feel the draconic roars resounding in their ears.

It was as if the waters of a great river were being pulled from the river, and the faint atmosphere exuded by the characters caused the two powerful figures in the arena to lose their minds.

Xiao Yi put away the Yang Zhou brush. Then, he turned around and asked Song Xu and Huang Ming who were surrounding him: "You two, do you want to buy words?"

Xiao Yi did not know the background of the two as they were all guests after all. One must be respectful and reasonable when dealing with guests.

"Right, buy some words." Song Xu nodded his head, looked at the word Xiao Yi had just completed, and said: "I want the one you wrote, how much is it?"

Xiao Yi looked at the expression of anticipation in the eyes of the old man, Song Xu, but still shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, this set of words is not for sale."

"Not selling?" The old man was disappointed and asked, "Since you opened the door to do business, why didn't you sell it?"

"I am glad to see the word I have just written. If you want to keep them for yourselves and occasionally take a look, the two of you might want to buy a new set. " Xiao Yi was still beaming with happiness as he leisurely rejected the offer.

"That's a pity." When the old man saw the words on Xiao Yi's table, he muttered, "In this shop, the thing I like the most is the one you just wrote. What do you mean you don't sell it? How about I raise the price a bit, and you consider it? "

Song Xu and Huang Ming originally wanted to meet Xiao Yi head on when they entered the store. At the beginning, the two just wanted to know who they were and catch some clues from this young man's words. However, unexpectedly, in the end, he had fallen into it, falling in love with those grandiose and thin words that Xiao Yi had just used.

Therefore, the lordmaster wanted to remain calm and buy this one word first.

"Raise the price a little?" Towards such a persistent guest, the corners of Xiao Yi's mouth quirked up into a ridiculing smile. Looking at Huang Ming who had an expression of anticipation, he slowly spoke. If the price is enough to tempt me, I'll sell it to you. "

"That would be for the best." When the old man saw that there was hope, he immediately raised his head and patted his chest. He promised boldly, "In this world, there are too few things that I cannot afford to buy. "Young man, you can ask for as much as you want. You can even ask for as much as you want."

Huang Ming, who was standing beside the old man, had a smile on his face as he watched the scene quietly. He had followed his old man, Song Xu, for so many years, but he had never seen his old man, Song Xu, be so concerned about something like this.

"Sure, straightforward." Xiao Yi smiled and stretched out one of his fingers.

Since the buyer was so determined, then Xiao Yi had no choice but to persevere on. Immediately, the negotiation of the price began.

"A hundred thousand?" The old man Song Xu was startled, and asked Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi squinted, and when he heard the old man mention a hundred thousand, he couldn't help but smile and say: "Friend, please remind me, inside my Pen Hall. Every single character has a starting price of three million. "

Three million. Old man Song Xu thought for a moment, then looked at Huang Ming, who was beside him, and smiled. He was becoming more and more interested in Xiao Yi, the young man in front of him, since these few words were sold for a starting price of three million.

No wonder the shop was deserted when he entered.

Old man Song Xu could still bear this price. He looked at the undried words on the table and finally clenched his teeth. He hardened his heart and said, "Ten million. Then it's ten million. I'll buy it."

This old man Song Xu could be said to have spent a fortune in one go, and was extremely magnanimous. From head to toe, he showed his might without getting angry.

However, Xiao Yi chuckled and shook his head again. Sitting on the carved wooden chair, he lazily said: "I think you are mistaken about my meaning. I'm not talking about ten million, I'm talking about one hundred million. "

With this, the air of the entire Pen Hall seemed to have frozen.

Song Xu, the old man from the Song Clan, had a face as pale as snow.

His lips moved slightly, and his entire body couldn't help but tremble.

It was true that the old gramps Song Xu held a lot of power in the military for a long time, but he really couldn't afford a hundred million. Even if he could, he wouldn't take out a hundred million to buy a single word from Xiao Yi.

"Young man, you have to be honest in your business. Your handwriting is good, but I'm afraid it's not up to this high price. " After the old man had calmed himself down, he took a deep breath to calm himself down. With a mocking sneer, he slowly said, "As far as I know, there has never been a calligraphy master in this world who could sell a single character for such a high price."

"Just because they don't have one doesn't mean that I can't sell it at that price." Xiao Yi still had that faintly discernible smile on his lips as he leisurely spoke. "Besides, I don't plan on selling this pair of words. However, you insisted on buying it, and even made bold claims that I could ask for a sky-high price. I thought you were really a rich person, but your pockets … "