Chapter 1812 (1/2)

”Zeng Gong, don't you doubt me now?”

On one side, Wei Hong wrote with a banter.

”No, no...

Zeng taoyin murmured a few times, his face was still shocked, and he asked the question again in disbelief:” how is this done? ”

No wonder they are so shocked that they have never heard of anyone copying the works of a great calligrapher to such an almost identical state!

However, night Hong or that pair of plain water attitude: ”want to write, just do it.”

Where do they know that Yehong is not a copy at all, but a direct copy.

It's like copying cattle.

The copy printed is dead characters, but ye Hong even copied the soul of other people's calligraphy.

”I believe you are evil!”

Wei Hongshu and Zeng taoyin gasped and choked.

However, Yehong blinked, ”friendly” reminded: ”Zeng Lao, don't forget your promise just now.”

Zeng taoyin was stunned for a moment. Suddenly he remembered what he had promised and his face changed greatly.

Just now, he firmly believes that Yehong's strength is false, and he promises that if Yehong can imitate the essence of Zeng Feng's cursive script, he will not accept Yehong as a disciple, but call ye Hong a teacher directly!

Now Yehong not only imitates the essence, but also imitates Zeng taoyin's people.

”That... I was angry just now... Some words didn't go through my head...

cough...”

Zeng taoyin was embarrassed. He talked about him and tried to muddle it over.

After all, he is an old man. If he wants to call such a young Yehong a teacher, he can't open his mouth.

But ye Hong will not let him go.

He will not forget the old man's disparagement and scorn when he entered the door just now.

”Well, the so-called literary master, Zeng Feng, is no more than that.