Peerless prodigal system

"Admit defeat immediately? Zihua, what's the matter with you? Didn't we discuss writing "Lanting Collection Preface" before? If you write it, you will definitely win!"

Pei Nanming is very optimistic about his apprentice. He thinks it's a win-win situation and there should be no surprises.

Wang Zihua shook his head lightly, and said: "I took a look at the cursive script written by the other party. There are only six words, and my fighting spirit and fighting spirit are gone in an instant."

"Is it so magical?" Pei Nanming refused to believe it easily.

"Master, I just realized today that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond the human world. My running script attainment is already one of the best in the country, but compared to the other party, I am a scumbag. The real master, I did not lie to you, everything I said is true! "Wang Zihua said seriously.

Seeing his apprentice's expression, Pei Nanming felt that the apprentice would stop playing around with him at this time.

Pei Nanming's expression immediately became serious. He gently rubbed the lid of the teacup with his hand, thinking about it.

The person who can make his lover admit defeat at the beginning must be of a very high level.

"Could it be that there is such an expert among the people?"

Pei Nanming said to himself.

"Master, it is absolutely true."

Wang Zihua's former vigor has been reduced to almost nothing now, and he has completely changed into a different person.

Pei Nanming also noticed the change in his lover, and couldn't help but feel emotional, "Zihua, your temperament has changed a lot, and the person who can make your temperament change suddenly must be an extremely terrifying master. It seems that the folks have really made a breakthrough. A master."

"Yes, Master, but I don't think this is a setback for me, but an opportunity. If I don't go to see that expert today, I won't realize my serious problems. If you correct your stubborn age in time, you may be able to improve your calligraphy attainments in the future."

This makes sense.

Wang Zihua finally realized that the strong have their own strong hands.

Moreover, there are strange people and experts among the people, as well as masters. It does not mean that all masters are in the association, there are always a few exceptions.

When Pei Nanming saw his apprentice talking like this, he shook his head with a livid face.

Then, Pei Nanming reprimanded: "Wang Zihua, what about your fighting spirit? Did you just admit defeat like this?"

Wang Zihua replied very calmly: "Master, my fighting spirit has always been there. Now I have a more practical goal. I want to catch up with Master Wu. I want to follow his example. I am neither arrogant nor rash, write with peace of mind, and devote myself to writing. Putting yourself into artistic creation, those fame and fortune, let’s put it aside for now!"

Seeing his apprentice like this, Pei Nanming was shocked.

He was very curious about what kind of person the other party was, who could make his apprentice suddenly enlightened.

Pei Nanming's apprentice has realized it, but he can't let it go.

Although he knew that he had been entangled in some fame and fortune in recent years, he couldn't escape from it.

It's like, an old smoker has a cigarette addiction. He knows that his body has been worn down by cigarettes, but he still doesn't want to quit.

Pei Nanming fell into the quagmire like this, otherwise he would not have the idea of ​​rejecting folk masters, let alone oppose Song Qingyun and others. The main reason is that he values ​​too much fame and cannot extricate himself.

This also indirectly caused his cursive script to stagnate after reaching a very high level, and it was difficult to make progress. He was already in his 70s and still could not break through to the realm of heaven and man.

Although he is now the best cursive writer in Huadu, and even the whole country, but he has not reached the perfection level, which shows that he has not yet reached the peak in this field.

"Zihua, is the master Wu you mentioned just now the folk master?" Pei Nanming asked.

"Yes, Master. I heard others call him Master Wu. In fact, I think his realm has transcended. When I challenged him, he just ignored me. This is the gap!"

Recalling the previous events, Wang Zihua felt a little ashamed.

Pei Nanming didn't continue to chat with his apprentice too much, he was in a complicated mood.

Now, Pei Nanming also really wants to see who this "Master Wu" is.

Around the same time, at the Fuli International Hotel, Wu Liang had already chatted with Song Qingyun and the others, and they became acquainted with each other.

Song Qingyun was still trying to persuade Wu Liang to join the Huadu Calligraphy Association, but Wu Liang was not interested.

They belong to the Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the Association of Calligraphy. If you save this time, you can contribute more to your prodigal career, or you can get to know a few more beauties.

"So, Mr. Wu, can you agree to my request?"

Song Qingyun had persuaded a lot just now, and now he just waited for Wu Liang's reply.

"I really don't have time, and I'm not interested." Wu Liang mainly considered whether it would harm his own vital interests, rather than accommodating others.

Besides, why do you have to accommodate others? Does an old man have to agree to the other party when he stands in front of him and tries his best to persuade him?

Wu Liang is a very rational person, he will never be overwhelmed by the Virgin Mary.

"That's it, then I can allow Mr. Wu to control his time freely, and he doesn't have to come to the Calligraphy Association to attend classes." Song Qingyun said.

Song Qingyun was determined, no matter what, he would invite Wu Liang to join the Calligraphy Association. For a talent like Wu Liang, even if he was given a lot of freedom, it would be better than just missing out.

"Since I can control my time freely, I can think about it." Wu Liang nodded.

Wu Liang realized that if he did not agree, Song Qingyun and others would stick to him like brown sugar, which would still interfere with his normal life.

When hearing such a reply, Song Qingyun finally let out a long breath.

For the first time ever.

This is the first time that the vice president of the Calligraphy Association tried his best to persuade him to join the Calligraphy Association.

It can be called the first time in 70 years since the establishment of the Calligraphy Association, a civil society organization.

Finally, Song Qingyun and Wu Liang agreed to do it like this.

The next step is to go through the procedure, which is very simple, with the vice president here, everything is easy to talk about.

Wu Liang can freely control his time. This is the most special case of the Calligraphy Association, and it is also the most special treatment. Others really cannot enjoy it.

The reason why Song Qingyun went to great lengths to invite Wu Liang to join was mainly because Wu Liang was a rare genius who would be famous in the calligraphy world in the future, create better works, and be better able to inherit and carry forward in the future Chinese traditional culture and art.

Of course, Song Qingyun also wanted to get a taste of immortality, if he was lucky enough to get Wu Liang to teach him a few words, he could improve his calligraphy to a higher level.

"Okay, enough food and drink, everyone can have fun, sing, play some games, I have to accompany my women when I go back, picking up girls is much more interesting than writing, let's say goodbye, everyone, eat, drink and have fun. All the money spent is mine, but this hotel is a serious business, don’t play chicken games, be a law-abiding and good citizen, that’s it, let’s go home and cultivate our sentiments.”

Wu Liang didn't want to waste too much time, so after a few words, he got up and prepared to leave.

And he was so straightforward, in front of all the calligraphers, he said that he was going to accompany the woman without making any other excuses.

That's right, it's so willful. In Wu Liang's opinion, going home with a pillow on his big white legs is much more interesting than listening to a group of old men chirping.

The calligraphers of the Calligraphy Association, the youngest is over 40 years old, and they have a lot of experience.

But it was the first time for them to see such a straightforward person, but it was too frank!
Song Qingyun's old face flushed, and he thought to himself in embarrassment: "I said Mr. Wu, you can't just find other reasons, you have to say pick up girls? Don't we old men lose face? As a member of the Book Association Vice President, why don't you lose face if you leave it here directly?"

Although he complained in his heart, Song Qingyun was very honest.

As soon as Wu Liang left, he quickly brought the words over.

Such excellent products should be taken back to study and copy carefully. Whether you can break through to the realm of heaven and man in the future depends on these six words!
At this time, other calligraphers also swarmed up!

It may be very difficult for Song Qingyun to have exclusive access to this painting!