Chapter 50 (1/2)

Old Chen and many old men gathered around him.

The others naturally followed.

Some other people didn't pay attention to this area before, but now there is so much activity here, so naturally they have gathered around.

For a while, Yu Bing was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

With a smile, old Chen patted Yu Bing, who was playing with the brush.

”Boy, I'll see where you're going this time!”

Yu Bing glanced at him.

”Which eye did you see me running away?”

”Oh, smelly boy, you are so arrogant. Look around and see if there are people with big fists? Do you believe that I can beat you up? ”

Yu Bing looked around and shook his head.

”I don't believe it.”

”Let's not say that his big fists are not necessarily more useful than mine. Just say that you stand so close... I'll make people into paper.”

”You, this is a dead duck with a stiff tongue!”

Old Chen said angrily.

Lao Jiang, the man with a big back, said, ”well, Lao Chen, let's see how he makes us admit to rubbish!”

”That's it.” Lao Zhang said angrily: ”just see what he can write. He said our words are bullshit. Don't write worse than bullshit!”

”Then don't blame us for bullying the younger with the older.”

Several people's words caused a commotion among the people behind them.

Although people dare not crowd around them, but the distance is not far, they can hear clearly.

Some people tell us about the events on the mountain. In less than two minutes, everyone knows.

There was an uproar in the small square.

”Just this kid scolding them? Damn it, I'll kill him

”He also said that Jiang Lao's words are bullshit? His grandmother, don't let me see him anywhere else

”I don't know the height of heaven and earth!”

”What's the matter? This little boy still writes calligraphy? Don't insult calligraphy. ”

”Maybe I want to be famous, I want to be crazy, on purpose.”

”This kind of person is the most hateful.”

”The world is changing with each passing day. Today's young people, ah...”

Despise, glare, scold, reproach, curiosity, reproach, disdain, excitement... Life is full of different attitudes, but most of them are blaming Yu Bing. Some people are ready to teach Yu Bing a lesson.

If it wasn't for Chen Laojiang and others, it's estimated that Yu Bing would have been attacked by a real group.

However, even if no one started, old Chen, standing beside the soldiers, was cold and uncomfortable.

This is probably the feeling of the so-called thousands of people dying without illness.

But when you look at Yu Bing again, he is sharpening his ink, as if he knows nothing about the things around him.

Some people can't help secretly scolding Yu Bing for pretending.

They don't have the self-restraint of old Chen and others. They don't believe that Yu Bing can write any good words.

This idea is actually the idea of most people.

Yu Bing, who is less than 20 years old, can write any good characters. Even if he started to write from an early age, he is at most the grandson of several famous calligraphers.

Such people dare to scold the master? I don't know the heaven is high and the earth is thick. It's light to beat him.

Lao Chen is very satisfied with the performance of the people.

As for Yu Bing, he didn't really want to do anything, but he must have taught him a profound lesson.

He turned to look at Jiang Zhongwu, but found that Jiang Zhongwu's expression was wrong.

The anger on Jiang Zhongwu's face is much less, but more serious.

”What's the matter, Lao Jiang?” Old Chen doubts a way.

Jiang Zhongwu looked at Yu Bing but didn't look at him. He said, ”Lao Chen, maybe we've lost our sight this time.”

Old Chen turned his head and looked at Yu Bing.

Yu Bing is still grinding.

But when Lao Chen looks at Yu Bing, who is not in a hurry, serious and focused with a trace of charm, he suddenly has a very absurd idea in his mind.

”It's impossible, isn't it?”

He looked at Lao Zhang as if he were trying to prove it.

Zhang Xun is the oldest, the most stubborn and the most disciplined one among them. At this time, he also has a serious expression.

”The breath is steady, not anxious, not dry, and the mind is peaceful. If there is no wind in the deep pool, it is not moved by foreign things. Is this state of mind... Is it a fixed state?” Zhang Xun felt incredible.

”No, it's not settled.” Wu Shen in the middle of the river said in a voice: ”beyond the fixed state, this is the happy state!”

The others took a breath.

It's a state of mind for a calligrapher. The youngest one in the country is nearly 50 years old. How old is the boy in front of you?

Nineteen? Twenty?

Xiao Sun can't believe it. He's 30 years old. His calligraphy mood is just a state of mind. It's far from the fixed mood. Of course, his main occupation is not calligraphy.

However, he saw that Jiang Zhongwu's disciples also had a look of hell, and his heart immediately balanced a lot.

Yu Bing left his mouth without any trace.

What the hell is it? Just write a word and talk like Xiuxian. What a group of psychoses!

We just pretend that we can't hear those ugly words, so many people can't scold them one by one.

However, we should pay more attention to the use of ink in calligraphy, otherwise the white and black characters will be too layman.