Chapter 586 (1/2)

Without Chen xinglie and others waiting, Wu asked quickly.

He took a pile of white paper and a square ink table, a brush into the hall.

Behind him two young men carry a table.

”Put it here.”

Wu Wen pointed to a small area in front of Chen xinglie and said to the two young men.

Two young men quickly put the table down, and then took the paper and ink in Wu Wen's hands. The division of labor was clear. One spread the white paper, and the other carefully ground the ink.

Chen xinglie stood on one side and watched quietly.

As a temporary master of calligraphy, we still need some temperament.

After a while, the two young men finished their work, asked Wu to say goodbye, and left the hall in a hurry. ,

it seems that there are some cannibals in this hall.

God knows what it looks like in the hearts of these young disciples that these Taoists are worshipping at the peak of their power.

Seeing that the preparatory work has been finished, Chen xinglie will not delay any more.

Step forward and pick up the brush hanging from the table.

At the moment of holding the brush, a feeling of happiness and soul welled up in my heart.

It's just like the feeling when he breaks through the realm of cultivation, but he clearly knows that the feeling at the moment has nothing to do with the breakthrough of the realm.

However, it is also a breakthrough in the realm, which is a breakthrough for a person who does not understand calligraphy to become a master of calligraphy!

When Xiang Wenqing and others saw Chen xinglie's breath, they changed when he held the brush.

The present several people are beyond the realm of land immortals, naturally can clearly capture the change of Chen xinglie's breath.

Boy, you've got the right person!

Chen xinglie really knows calligraphy, poetry and ode!

Xiang Wenqing and other high-level Taoists looked at each other and saw the surprise and satisfaction in each other's eyes.

The crowd turned their eyes to Chen xinglie again.

Chen xinglie felt the brush in his hand, and seemed to be able to receive the psychological fluctuation from the common brush.

Is this the feeling of calligraphers?

That's great!

Chen xinglie's mouth raised a smile, stained with some ink, began to write.

With clouds and flowing water, he did not make the law spring and autumn. He found several prisoners. Fourteen words appeared on the white paper.

If you look carefully, you will be able to detect the subtle artistic conception of these 14 characters.

With the dignity of the law and the spirit!

It's hard to believe it was written by one person in just a few decades.

Xiang Wenqing and others could no longer control their emotions. They all gathered at the table and looked at the ten words written by Chen xinglie. They were sharp and angular, and they all took the fineness of knives and axes.

”Good! Good! Good! Chen Daoyou is a great talent. Chen Daoyou is the only one who can offer sacrifices to the Taoist priest. If anyone refuses to do so, he will be against me, an old man! ”

Wu Yong said excitedly.