C285

Chapter 285 - Pen, ink and paper

"It's a man, don't talk nonsense." The corners of Ye Liuyun's lips curled up as he said proudly, "If that's the case, then I shall send the communication first. "Come, let's give it our all."

Finished, Ye Liuyun did not care if Xiao Yi agreed or not. Immediately, he opened his throat and shouted, "Bring me pen and paper!"

There was no lack of pen, ink, and paper in this big villa of the Su Clan. Moreover, Su Wenlong seemed to have discussed this with Ye Liuyun already. Immediately, there were servants who brought paper and ink stone.

From the looks of it, Ye Liuyun was planning to beat Xiao Yi in terms of writing.

Ye Liuyun rolled up his sleeves, his expression solemn. Then, he let the Su Clan's servants clean up a table and spread the xuan paper on top of a clean table.

Then, he started to grind the ink with a focused expression.

At this moment, Ye Liuyun seemed to have lost a bit of the aura of a rich popinjay. He looked just like the Humble Class Scholar who had rushed to the capital to take the exams many years ago. His demeanor was extremely similar.

His wrist hung high in the air, and his expression was solemn. Breathing slowly, ink little by little on the inkstand.

Ye Liuyun took in another deep breath after seeing his demeanor last night. Then, he picked up the purple hair and dipped it in the ink from the inkstand. Then, he began to write on the paper.

"Today is the day that old man Wen Long's illness starts to heal, and it just so happens that spring is also the old man's birthday. I'll make a fool of myself today and write a birthday present for the old man. At the same time, let us all see who we are. Except for the cricket walking the dog, everyone was a genuine young talent. "We are silkpants, but we are silkpants with knowledge."

Ye Liuyun waved his ink over and over again as he spoke boldly, "I learn to write at the age of three and have a hundred family names that I carry on my back at the age of five. He began to practice his brush at the age of eight and was able to achieve success at the age of ten. All these years, he paid homage to his family and visited Daichuan. His calligraphy skills had already reached the Transcending Mortality Stage. Any one of these strokes would have a restrained charm. All these years, Yan Zhi was ranked as the youngest generation and number one in calligraphy. "

Ye Liuyun was exaggerating, slowly recounting his glorious past. However, he didn't stop his attacks at all. As before, as his brush moved around the dragon, the flamboyant words on the xuan paper were completed.

From this, it could be seen that Ye Liuyun had indeed mastered the art of calligraphy.

The guests in the hall all had solemn expressions. He raised his head and looked at Ye Liuyun, who was throwing ink at him. A sense of admiration appeared on his face. In this modern era, there were very few young people who could sit down and write. Moreover, there were even fewer young people like Ye Liuyun who could write so beautifully.

He had heard of Ye Liuyun's achievements in calligraphy. Early on in the morning, under the influence of his father, Ye Liuyun loved calligraphy. After growing up, he gradually abandoned his literary talent and left the military. However, no one dared to underestimate his calligraphy skills. Yan Zhi, the calligraphy expert from the Yan Clan, had once wanted to take Ye Liuyun as his last disciple. He had caused a huge ruckus in the capital.

However, Xiao Yi was not interested in Ye Liuyun, who had become the focus of the audience. He only smiled disdainfully before sitting down on the chair. He picked up a glass of white wine from the table and finished it in one gulp.

If Ye Liuyun were to compete against Xiao Yi in something else, then Xiao Yi might be a little afraid. However, he still wanted to compete in calligraphy with Xiao Yi. They were just playing with swords in front of Guan Gong, overestimating themselves. Therefore, Xiao Yi didn't even want to take a glance at Ye Liuyun's performance. Rather, he sat down and drank and ate happily.

And at the same time, a faint smile appeared on Su Meiran's face. A trace of disdain appeared in her eyes as she looked at Ye Liuyun, who was holding the brush. Then, she clinked a cup with the wine cup in front of him and clinked it with Xiao Yi's.

With a "peng", it was exceptionally eye-catching in this quiet environment.

Immediately, all the guests in the hall were attracted by the clinking of wine cups. All of them turned their heads, raising their heads to look in Xiao Yi's direction. Seeing Xiao Yi and Su Meiran, they were actually drinking together.

All of them were baffled and shook their heads.

Only Qin Yan laughed lightly, and then, she slapped down the chicken leg that Xiao Yi had picked up. Then, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Feet of chicken, it's from me. That chicken butt in that pot is yours. "

… ….

Very quickly, Ye Liuyun stopped writing and stood up. The color on his face flowed as he opened his mouth and spoke in a grand and clear voice, "Thousand years old Nanshan Pine Tree, and ten thousand years old Eastsea Crane Turtle. This couplet is the most serious one I've written all these years. I hope that the old gramps likes it. "

The couplet was rhymed, and the old man, Su Wenlong, was praised a lot. Of course, the thing that made Ye Liuyun the most proud of was still his' dancing dragon and phoenix 'calligraphy.

Old Gramps Su Wenlong immediately had the servant hold up that piece of xuan paper, and then praised very happily, "The words Young Master Ye, can be said to have been written with the word 'heaven'. Or like a graceful and slim beauty, or like a vigorous and brave warrior, or like a spring breeze blowing flowers on the face, or like a deep and cold north wind. Every word had a different charm. Good writing, better couplets, I like cypress, the villa also sent a big cedar. This couplet from the Young Master Ye has caught my attention. I'll have it mounted and hung in the bedroom. "

Ye Liuyun's calligraphy had been lifted by the servant. Immediately, all of the guests walked over and began to watch.

These people did not understand much about the jade and stone antiques. However, this world still had no lack of people who sought fame for their calligraphy. As they approached the calligraphy piece, they began praising it. It was unknown if they truly understood it or if they were faking it.

Ye Liuyun, who was praised by everyone, was suddenly full of pride. He raised his head high, wishing he could face the ceiling. However, just as he was feeling pleased with himself and getting boasted nonstop by everyone …

Ye Liuyun suddenly frowned, and thought of his opponent, Xiao Yi. When he looked down, he just happened to see Xiao Yi and Su Meiran drinking with a face full of smiles.

As for the letter he wrote, he did not even raise his head to look at it.

Ye Liuyun's lungs immediately exploded with rage with this.

This was simply contempt, causing Ye Liuyun's face to turn cold. Then, he shouted loudly, "Xiao Yi, now you know to hide there and hide your head like a turtle. Aren't you very capable? Come and let me see that you're only a toad that can bounce

"A few seconds, what else do you know?"

"Why are you making such a ruckus?" Xiao Yi didn't even raise his head as he loudly replied with a look of disregard on his face: "Let's talk after I finish eating this chicken butt first."

These words were filled with energy and echoed in the hall. Ye Liuyun, who was glaring at Xiao Yi like a tiger, had originally held back and was prepared to mock Xiao Yi.

However, after hearing what Xiao Yi said, he just stood there blankly for a long time without uttering a single word.

The guests that were appreciating the words in the hall instead roared with laughter. Then, he raised his head to look at Xiao Yi who was eating a chicken butt.

Xiao Yi's hands were greasy, he was holding onto a chicken butt with a focused expression, eating with great relish. Occasionally, when he was eating happily, Xiao Yi would pick up the bottle of eighty-two year old Lafite in front of him. Like a second pot of water, the whale gulps down its food.

The way he ate made him look like a beggar on the street. He was suddenly rewarded with a delicious meal, then he sat in the busy city and wolfed down food without caring about his image.

Such a dramatic scene caused all the guests in the hall to be dumbfounded. For a moment, everyone stared blankly at Xiao Yi, not knowing what to do.

Fortunately, Xiao Yi ate chicken ass rather quickly. After finishing the chicken butt in a few bites, he drank a few mouthfuls of the small wine. Then he wiped his hands on the tablecloth.

Finally, Xiao Yi stood up. He ripped the tablecloth off the table, and the cutlery on the table fell onto the floor. After that, the bowl and chopsticks made contact with the ground, causing a series of "peng peng" sounds to ring out. The porcelain bowls and glass glass wine bottles shattered instantly. The sound it made could absolutely be described as earthshaking.

"Pen, ink, paper, and paper, serve." Xiao Yi took advantage of the slight excitement from the alcohol and shouted loudly. The sound was very loud, sounding just like a great bell.

Moreover, those last two words were especially harsh on Xiao Yi. Moreover, these two words were spoken by Xiao Yi in a controlled manner, and sounded especially imposing.

It was just like the time when a county official of the seventh rank slapped a wooden log and shouted for silence. All the rustling sound that had just come out of the hall quickly disappeared.

"Oh? This is going to be a big ruckus." Ye Liuyun laughed coldly and then mocked, "From the looks of it, you don't want to write with ink and paper. "It seems like he is a pig slaughterer."

All the guests burst into laughter, their bodies shaking. Ye Liuyun stood in the middle of the crowd, his long and narrow eyes narrowed into slits. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, looking extremely pleased with himself.

"Cut the crap." Xiao Yi coldly snorted, opened his mouth and said in disdain: "Writing a single life contract, is already so bad. Eastsea Crane Turtle in the middle of the night. I wonder if you're scolding the old man as a coward, or calling yourself a bastard? "

Xiao Yi's words were always sharp, and he immediately explained the tortoise to the bastard. Originally, Ye Liuyun had wanted to live a long life by writing this. However, Xiao Yi kept pestering him with this word, mocking Ye Liuyun.

Ye Liuyun was so angry that his lips turned purple, and his fists beneath his feet stealthily clenched. Raising his head, he looked at Xiao Yi and said: "For an illiterate like you, there is really no need for you to explain yourself. Alright, since you want the ink and paper, I'll get someone to bring it to you. "In a moment, I would like to see whether you will paint a turtle on paper or a turtle on paper."